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Empty Platitude
Leather journal,
handmade paper, hand bound:
too precious for words
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LOL WUT by HaveTales-WillTell LOL WUT :iconhavetales-willtell:HaveTales-WillTell 4 3
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Privilege
If you aren't female, you don't have to worry about having your reproductive rights taken away.
If you aren't black or Hispanic, you don't have to worry about falling victim (sometimes literally) to a double standard.
If you aren't Muslim, and don't look Muslim, you don't have to worry about guilt by association.
If you aren't gay or trans, you don't have to worry about the loss of your civil rights. Or your life.
If you don't have a preexisting medical condition, you probably won't have to worry about how you're going to pay for your prescriptions. Or doctor's visits. Or hospital stays.
If you aren't near or below the poverty line, you don't have to worry about the loss of the programs you rely upon to make ends meet.
If you aren't a public school teacher, you don't have to worry about cutbacks. And what that will mean for your students.
If you aren't a grandparent, you don't have to worry about what kind of planet you're leaving your grandchildren.
This is privilege.
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Ifs
My fellow Americans,
If you believe in the inviolate sanctity of an unborn child, that is your right.
If you are among those who would insist that a woman carry that child to term, but then refuse to provide the necessary financial means for her to provide for that child's continuing welfare as well as her own... then you are part of the problem.
If you are offended or disgusted by homosexuality or transgenderism, then I feel sad for you, but that is also your right. No one should be allowed to criminalize a gut reaction.
If you allow that opinion to determine who your business refuses to serve, where someone can use a bathroom, or whether two people in love ought to be allowed to enjoy the same civil and legal privileges that you do... then you are a part of the problem. Please don't criminalize a gut reaction.
If you respect women: well, of course!
If you mitigate that respect with locker room humor, with "boys will be boys", with salary caps and glass ceilings, with discouraging lit
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Eventide
Night enfolding day—
fox has donned a warmer coat;
oaks abandon theirs.
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Over The Hill, Defined (No, Really!)
Attention, fellow netizens! Within this brief thesis I shall, using a heretofore untried amalgam of English and mathematics, attempt to officially derive the definition of term "over the hill" once and for all.
Ready? Let's begin.
    a) In English, 'forty' is the only number to have its letters arranged in ascending alphabetical order.
    b) Likewise, 'one' is the only such number with its letters in descending order.
    c) This makes 'forty-one' one of the very few numbers with all of its letters in an up-and-down pattern, forming a single cusp or peak.1
    d) From its shape when graphed, we shall define this particular arrangement of letters as being a 'hill'.
    e) Since 41 is by far the greatest of these hills, in both word length and numerical value, we shall further define it as being 'the' hill.2
    f) Forty-two is the first whole number greater than fo
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Literature
Star Trekkin'
The Original Cast:
Star Trek: The Three-Hour Tour
Star Trek II: Bill & Len's Excellent Adventure
Star Trek III: Raiders of the Story Arc
Star Trek IV: So Long, And Thanks For All the Fish
Star Trek V: Plan Nine In Outer Space
Star Trek VI: Dances With Klingons

The Next Generation:
Star Trek VII: A Ribbon Runs Through It
Star Trek VIII: The Lion, The Witch & The Warp Drive
Star Trek IX: A Tale of Two Species
Star Trek X: The Clone Wars Saga

The Do-Over:
Star Trek: The Fellowship of the Ring
Star Trek: How I Met Your Mother
Star Trek: Revenge of the Fallen
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Literature
Celebrity
Smelt.
Scavenge.
Scour.
Showcase.
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Networking! by HaveTales-WillTell Networking! :iconhavetales-willtell:HaveTales-WillTell 2 5 Team devART by HaveTales-WillTell Team devART :iconhavetales-willtell:HaveTales-WillTell 5 2 Centrally Parked by HaveTales-WillTell Centrally Parked :iconhavetales-willtell:HaveTales-WillTell 3 2 It's Not Polite To Point! by HaveTales-WillTell It's Not Polite To Point! :iconhavetales-willtell:HaveTales-WillTell 3 2
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Eclair-ation of War! :iconhavetales-willtell:HaveTales-WillTell 6 65
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A Clockwork Goldberg
The flashing, thrumming device was almost mesmerizing in its futuristic simplicity. Pulses of violet light chased each other, seemingly at random, across its front panel, while brilliant blue-white electric arcs surged upward from its central coil via a Jacob's Ladder: two tapered copper antennae reaching nearly to the ceiling. The combination cast an eerie and ever-changing series of shadows across the figures of the two men observing it.
The older of the pair was a dignified, gray-haired gentleman with a silk bow tie and bowler hat. His straining waistcoat, however, recalled slimmer days long since past; while his measured silence and slight frown spoke of an ego nearly as large as his girth. After some time, he turned to the slender brunet beside him and asked:
"This, then, is your clock?"
The younger man nodded, a quick jerky movement reminiscent of a wary passenger pigeon eying its captor. "Entirely electromagnetic. Is it not magnificent?" His voice had an odd accent: not quite Ge
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Ah, me leg,
I shall miss ye,
Latest of the lost.
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Jones' lass now,
Me pretty, me foot.
Gone
Fer a chain shot
While I were topgallant.
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Now,
And me parrot Jim,
And much o'
The lee side o' me face.
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An' I've lost me sea leg,
So I'm thinkin' now's time
To leave the Pirate
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With me coffers t' find the
pretty lass I knew when I was
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If she'll still take me,
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by the footsteps
of people like
you."
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Today I am 50.

Tue Nov 22, 2016, 9:11 AM


Even as I type that, it just looks so wrong. I don't feel 50... except first thing in the morning. I don't yet look 50, or at least that's what most people are nice enough to tell me. But my birth certificate doesn't lie — unless my parents were a lot better at keeping secrets than I've given them credit for. :paranoid:

:bulletred: I remember looking up at my brother and sister's cribs, and thinking about how I was free and they were still trapped. I was three, and it's the earliest clear memory I have.

:bulletorange: I remember the first poem I ever wrote. "Time flies quickly, time flies fast. Before you know it, the present is the past." I was six. How prophetic.

:bulletyellow: I remember my uncle telling me to sit down next to him and watch something really important on TV. It was Nixon's resignation speech. I was seven.

:bulletgreen: I remember Bruce Jenner as the hero of the 1976 Olympics. I wanted to be just like him, as did every boy in America at the time. I was nine.

:bulletblue: I remember being two weeks too young to vote in the 1984 presidential election, and griping about how unfair that was.

:bulletpurple: I remember when the drinking age in New York went from 19 to 21, ten days after my 19th birthday. I don't remember those ten days themselves very well, though. :ahoy:

:bulletblack: I remember where I was when I heard the news that the space shuttle Challenger had exploded. And exactly what I was doing the morning of Sept. 11th, 2001. :'(

:bulletpink: I remember my first girlfriend. My first paycheck. My first trip abroad. My first 300 game. My first DD here. And at least three-quarters of all the books I've ever read.

...I guess I've lived through those five decades, after all.

Dang. :hmm:

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I'm 50 years old, unmarried, and focused on becoming a published children's and fantasy author; I also own my own business as a preschool gym teacher, martial arts instructor and birthday party host.
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