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Oct. 14th, 2011 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gwydion* Number of votes to limit women's rights since Republicans took over the House last Winter? 7. Number of votes to create jobs in that time=0. It's about jobs, my hairy ass.
* Yes, I saw the footage of occupy Milan. There's a lot of protests planned tomorrow here and abroad, too many to list. They backed down on using Wisconsin tactics to break up the NY protest, but doubled down on police brutality, including running someone over, more beat downs and arrests. The man they ran over was a lawyer's guild observer. Footage shows the police man parked on his legs while he writhes in pain. Despite his bloody face and having to go to the hospital, police are claiming he's faking it. He is under arrest, of course, and being denied access to his lawyer. Of course. After all, being an innocent observer is a much greater threat to public safety than a police officer running innocent observers over and refusing to move his bike while he is trapped. I look forward to the lawsuit. In other police assholery news, they arrested Bo Diddly's son for being in Bo Diddly Plaza in Gainsville.
* My being sick these last two weeks has likely doomed my chance to live somewhere better for cheaper. I am shipping out Sunday and am staying in Philly for the week, so there will be time for the funeral. When I realized how sick I was yesterday, I should have signed with the best place with stairs. Instead I wasted two days too sick to do much of anything and going to the doctor for antibiotics. Every step I take is like being stabbed repeatedly in the hips and legs. Hector "helpfully' took all the rest of the spoons with his crazy. Making and keeping food down is an heroic struggle. There is, of course, no one to help me find housing in the week I will have left when I get back, and likely I will be significantly sicker from the travel stress to my system on top of the pathogen, so the chance of me being able to spend 8 hours a day looking are less than zero. Fuck. According to the housing lady, I'm the only one having trouble finding a place to live. Where are all these places with no stairs that take people under 55 that she claims exist? I called every place on the friendly leaser list multiple times, and none of them have any accessible apartments. I'm not having any luck with the local slumlords.
Of course, It's not like I have the two-three thousand or so up front that I'll need for the move which mom was gong to cover, and once my Mother is gone, there will be no chance of family help. She was going to cover moving costs. I know damned well, once the funeral is done, my sister and I will be done with each other. If I miss this deadline, I trapped in this literally rotting black mold riddled hell hole for another four or five years, with significantly less chance of ever getting out. I suppose it was unrealistic to think that anything good could possibly happen to me on a housing/financial front.
My Mother is dieing and I already miss her, even though I've known this was coming for three years. This is nearly the last of my family. Uncle John is hanging on by a thread, and mostly too ill for much talking, even. There are really no words for what that feels like, to know from this point forward I will have no one. To no longer have her to talk to about books and media and life. I miss her so much already and she's not even gone yet. I do not even think I will have enough voice left to sing to her while she dies. (Last time, the only even vaguely lucid memories she had of her illness was me singing to her the old songs.) Two weeks ago, I was talking her through stuff to do with adjusting to her new place, a week ago she was trying to cheer me up over the housing search. Now she's nearly gone and the rest is silence.
* This made me weep. Yes, I wish the couples were more diverse, but I still I think people really need to see it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gP61wDGAmXA&feature=player_embedded
* Yes, I saw the footage of occupy Milan. There's a lot of protests planned tomorrow here and abroad, too many to list. They backed down on using Wisconsin tactics to break up the NY protest, but doubled down on police brutality, including running someone over, more beat downs and arrests. The man they ran over was a lawyer's guild observer. Footage shows the police man parked on his legs while he writhes in pain. Despite his bloody face and having to go to the hospital, police are claiming he's faking it. He is under arrest, of course, and being denied access to his lawyer. Of course. After all, being an innocent observer is a much greater threat to public safety than a police officer running innocent observers over and refusing to move his bike while he is trapped. I look forward to the lawsuit. In other police assholery news, they arrested Bo Diddly's son for being in Bo Diddly Plaza in Gainsville.
* My being sick these last two weeks has likely doomed my chance to live somewhere better for cheaper. I am shipping out Sunday and am staying in Philly for the week, so there will be time for the funeral. When I realized how sick I was yesterday, I should have signed with the best place with stairs. Instead I wasted two days too sick to do much of anything and going to the doctor for antibiotics. Every step I take is like being stabbed repeatedly in the hips and legs. Hector "helpfully' took all the rest of the spoons with his crazy. Making and keeping food down is an heroic struggle. There is, of course, no one to help me find housing in the week I will have left when I get back, and likely I will be significantly sicker from the travel stress to my system on top of the pathogen, so the chance of me being able to spend 8 hours a day looking are less than zero. Fuck. According to the housing lady, I'm the only one having trouble finding a place to live. Where are all these places with no stairs that take people under 55 that she claims exist? I called every place on the friendly leaser list multiple times, and none of them have any accessible apartments. I'm not having any luck with the local slumlords.
Of course, It's not like I have the two-three thousand or so up front that I'll need for the move which mom was gong to cover, and once my Mother is gone, there will be no chance of family help. She was going to cover moving costs. I know damned well, once the funeral is done, my sister and I will be done with each other. If I miss this deadline, I trapped in this literally rotting black mold riddled hell hole for another four or five years, with significantly less chance of ever getting out. I suppose it was unrealistic to think that anything good could possibly happen to me on a housing/financial front.
My Mother is dieing and I already miss her, even though I've known this was coming for three years. This is nearly the last of my family. Uncle John is hanging on by a thread, and mostly too ill for much talking, even. There are really no words for what that feels like, to know from this point forward I will have no one. To no longer have her to talk to about books and media and life. I miss her so much already and she's not even gone yet. I do not even think I will have enough voice left to sing to her while she dies. (Last time, the only even vaguely lucid memories she had of her illness was me singing to her the old songs.) Two weeks ago, I was talking her through stuff to do with adjusting to her new place, a week ago she was trying to cheer me up over the housing search. Now she's nearly gone and the rest is silence.
* This made me weep. Yes, I wish the couples were more diverse, but I still I think people really need to see it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gP61wDGAmXA&feature=player_embedded