Monday, October 26, 2009
I needed to get some Whoppers for the Malted Milkball Cookies I'm making to take to Maine tomorrow and I got stuck behind a car plastered with anti-abortion stickers. Some were pretty offensive: A baby doesn't have the CHOICE to live... Abortion Kills...
One sticker, in particular, caught my eye: "Abortion causes breast cancer." Really? Is this a scientific fact? I could've parked next to her and said something like, "having three kids under five causes cancer" -- I'm sure that there's a study out there somewhere that would show that the increased stress three small children places on a person can cause a number of different diseases... but I didn't, because it would be rude and you can't win an argument with some people.
On the abortion issue, I've always taken what I think is a neutral position -- and that's the pro-choice position. In countries like China where they've instituted mandatory birth control (via abortion... or cash incentive... or whatever) I would classify that as the extreme. The opposite extreme is no abortion and so the choice option, in my mind, is in the middle. It's where the State stays out of your bedroom... out of your body and you have the choice, which is surely not an easy one. When I see people pushing their anti-abortion opinions on others in a way that's not diplomatic, that's not kind and is meant to intimidate, I take pause.
So yeah, to go from cookies to abortion in under a minute... that must be a record. I'm going back to cookies now.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Thursday was a weird day but I got quite a bit of knitting done on a scarf. I got a recall notice from Volvo months ago, but when I called my closest Volvo service center, they told me that the recall didn't really apply to my vehicle. Fine. I recycled the notice and promptly forgot about it. A couple of weeks ago I got a second notice; this one said that failure to comply might invalidate whatever warranty I had left on my car, so I promptly made an appointment at the far-away Volvo service center and they were able to squeeze me in.
I wasn't surprised that the repair would take a bit of time (the letter they sent me said to expect to spend an hour to 90 minutes waiting) so I took along a scarf. In the end, I had spent 2.5 hours waiting in the "customer lounge" -- a small space that I shared with a number of people -- all of whom came and left while I was waiting. There was Barbara, the older woman (she looked grandmotherly -- like from a commercial) who commented on my knitting; she said she still had a sweater from her high school days that was sitting unfinished... and there were the other people... the guy who paced... the woman who was learning about the heart (she had her computer with her; I assume she was a med student of some sort)... and the loud lawyer who turned the TV off and took out his Blackberry and immediately started calling people: his assistant (who was sick... she sounded awful on the phone) and his sister (whom he would be seeing at the weekend when he, his wife and two kids would be visiting). The sister was going through some trauma: her maid had run over the dog's head and she wasn't sure if she should authorize the cat scan... I was gutted listening to the whole thing. I wanted to grab his phone and yell, "YES!!! RUN TO THE VET!!! GET THE SCAN!!!!" but he was far more practical than me, advising her to "leave it because dogs don't experience pain like we, as humans, do. Besides, isn't the dog quite old?" Urgh. Well... he did have his alumni game to go to and dinners to attend and so spending time talking his sister down from her freakout over the dog... and the maid... and everything was a low priority for him. I was happy when he left.
So the funny advice I got from the guy who handed me my keys was to call if I start to hear something whirring around inside my engine since the part they put in was new... and plastic... and that that can happen sometimes to the new ones.
Then I got home and there was a can of worms waiting to be opened. It was a stellar day.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
"Laura Shen said...
You are pathetic. As an intelligent, more so than you, Oriental female I can see you are desperate for attention.
September 29, 2009 9:24 AM"
No need to block out your address bitch. You're ugly and no one gives a shit about you anyway.
September 29, 2009 9:27 AM"
"Laura Shen said...
I uploaded your picture oh hot or not and on fugly. I'll let you know your scores, bitch.
September 29, 2009 9:32 AM"
I deleted most of the comments because this probably isn't "Laura Shen" but someone who has a beef with her. I have an image in my head of an unattractive teenaged boy who maybe had a crush on Laura, maybe asked her out and was shot down. Now this kid trolls the internet for blogs of girls who remind him of Laura and he has to put up snarky comments in her name as a silly prank. Whoever this is, I feel sorry for them.
I don't promote my blog, it's just a dumping ground for some of the stuff in my head... I'm not here to impress, or get a book deal or anything. It's simply a place for me to show my friends what's up in my life when I'm working. I'm not working this year, so it's mostly a repository for photos of my cat and the knitting projects I'm working on and/or little observations and gripes I have in my daily life. I really don't understand the need for some people to come and shit on my lawn; if you disagree, fine. Leave an intelligent comment and supporting argument. Leave me some weblinks so I can learn something. Please don't leave pissy little comments to try and rile me up -- I'm reposting these here because they were buried deep in my blog and I've deleted all but one of them. I've never had to put controls on my comments before because so few people read this, but OK, "Laura Shen" you've accomplished one little thing. I hope you feel a sense of satisfaction.
"Anonymous said... Signed,
An Uppity Yellow Devil
p.s. I'm getting offline to go get a life, just as you suggested.