Charles J. Kelly, a former Baltimore Police Department lieutenant who wrote the department’s use of force guidelines, said pepper spray is a “compliance tool” that can be used on subjects who do not resist, and is preferable to simply lifting protesters.
“When you start picking up human bodies,…
(Source: cbsnews.com)
As soon as school is over, I’m dropping out of society permanently.
I’ve thought about doing the same. Solidarity!
Wait, how does that work? If one person drops out of society, cool, they’re a hermit. If somebody else follows suit and joins them, doesn’t that basically start the slippery slope toward society? PRETTY SOON WE’LL HAVE A HUGE SOCIETY OF HERMITS. IT’S FUCKED.
Note - this post is not intended to be taken seriously.
My cycling has gotten weird. Episodes happen rarely, but I have a new definition for “episode”. My episodes are as soon as my cycle has gotten intense enough to effect my mind instead of my body. They always effect my body. I can always tell, I’m on an up (too much energy, no hunger), or a down (always tired, achy all over).
Lately, I’ve been devoting myself to zen more and more. I even took up the precepts for monkhood (well, laypeople monkhood, or whatever, since I don’t attend temple). The zen mindsets have largely been enough to prevent the less intense parts of my cycles from effecting me mentally. But when they do, I snap.
Last night I was on an up. I noticed at one point, that I was talking to myself while watching TV. I quickly became worried about this… and started talking to myself even more frantically about this worry. Last time this happened, I drank myself into a stupor to prevent things getting out of hand.
This time, I tried to sit in Zazen. It didn’t seem like it was working. But before too long, the mania passed. And then I was just tired. I fell asleep. For a long time.
Now I’m up, and I’m pretty damn depressed. Like, bordering on an episode, but not quite.
I don’t feel like smoothly typing out a conclusion to this so…
/end
(Source: stonerparty, via equivocal-x)
Um, wha?
If Tumblr were a physical place, I think a lot of us would be a lot happier.
Doctor Who is a good show… it just isn’t GREAT anymore. And this isn’t just me being bitter about Ten (my Doctor) not being the current Doctor. I like Eleven. He’s great. I like Amy. She’s hot and sassy. But this run just isn’t as good.
The writing is sloppy. Long established rules and facts about the series have been ignored left and right. Paradoxes exist in almost every main-arch episode when (according to long established rules) this should destroy the universe.
And nothing new is used any more! Wasn’t there a time when the answer to every single mystery wasn’t “River Song,” or “perception filter”? I mean it’s always River and it’s never not a perception filter!
And why the fuck are Amy and Rory so not bothered about the losing there baby thing anymore? Yeah, you grew up with your daughter. Yes, you turned her from her psycho-kill-the-doctor ways. But you still never got to raise your child… at least be a little bit gloomy!
And my biggest problem: The plot and character development.
It’s shit these days. Know that twenty min period where we got to see the psycho-kill-the-doctor Melody? And then she was suddenly not evil. Why the fuck wasn’t that stretched out to last a season?! That was a bitching character and the development from psycho to not-psycho was instant.
The new series seriously lacks character development. Hell, Rory’s pretty much the only character who is actually growing. And it’s only seen through the comedy. Apparently Moffat only likes to develop thoughtfully through humor.
At this point, I don’t care who kills the doctor, or who River kills, or what happens to Amy, or how Rory will die next. And this is the major problem. I don’t care. How could this have happened? How could I possibly not care about something that has been so damn important to me for so much of my life… I don’t know. But what I do know, is that at the end of Ten’s run, I was in love. And mid way through Eleven’s first season, I wasn’t.
/end
Hurm… could take a shit load of Trazodone. Or I could watch this ep of Doctor Who first, then see how I feel afterwards. I’ll probably feel much differently an hour from now, so that’s most likely the best choice.
Gonna do that.
/end
Watched Monsters Vs. Aliens for the second time. Cried a little (a lot). When I’m at the extreme of either end of the spectrum, I get REALLY emotionally sensitive with music and movies.
(via thatquietearth)
FWB relationship ended mutually last night over text. She sort of took charge of the sitch though, which annoyed the fuck out of me (I hate not having the power/dominant-frame in things like that), so I was a little bitter. Yeah, I get bitter if that power-frame isn’t mine… It’s a character flaw. But whatev, glad that I still have an awesome friend that I got to make out with occasionally (and my guess is that we will again). So, had first day of paid job-training for a new value village today. Five mins in, I spot a tall, punk/prep looking blond. Instantly decide to open her before the day is out. During the fifteen min break we get, she opened me! I know it’s sort of lame, but it makes me feel really fucking good to be the one who is approached. Turns out that she is a huge cosplay nerd who is trying to get in to videogames. She struck up conversation with me because of the IGN shirt I was wearing (awesome). Got multiple IoIs (indicators of interest) from her. IoIs: Also, she’s twenty and has her own place! I think this is going to be fun. Will try to number close her tomorrow and kiss close before the end of next week. Hurm, or is finding out her Twitter-handle the nerd equivalent of a number close? :P Excited to attempt a new escalation method on her. It’s based on behavioral psychology’s “foot-in-the-door” concept :) In other news: I’m once again very much tempted by hand-rolled cigarettes and untreated tobacco… This is probably a vice I should try to avoid. But, I figure they’re way better than factory cigs as long as I don’t smoke them often (like 1-2 a week). And if they keep me from cutting or help me write, they might be a vice worth having.
(via systemofaclown)
(via systemofaclown)
Think I have to friend-zone my friend-with-benefits #2. She doesn’t seem to get how a fwb relationship works. FWB means NO complicated relationship stuff, but YES to physical passion. A very simple formula that isn’t being followed. That’s a problem.
