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Wednesday's gossip column

Aug. 5th, 2015 06:28 am
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Manchester United set for £20m Pedro deal, Chelsea to bid £30m for John Stones, Gareth Bale will stay at Real Madrid, plus more.
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by Virginia Knowles cross posted from her blog Watch The Shepherd Dear friends, A friend posted the following quote on her Facebook status, noting that she found it here: The Abuser in Couples Therapy.   “Attempting to address abuse through couples therapy is like wrenching a nut the wrong way; it just gets even harder [Read More...]
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by Michael Pearl from No Greater Joy – Excerpt from “In Search Of A Help Meet” Editor’s note: In this short bit Michael talks about giving and not taking in marital relationships ending with some confusing bits waxing on about candle wax and liquid units of measure. Some of his allegories just don’t translate very [Read More...]

Not Alpha-betting On Her Succeeding

Aug. 5th, 2015 08:00 am
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Home | Columbus, OH, USA

(I am a college graduate.)

Mother: *while talking on the phone to me* “How many letters are in the alphabet?”

Me: “…”

Mother: “Is it, like, 54?”

Me: *complete confusion*

Mother: “Well, between the big letters and the little letters, I wanted to know how many letters there were.”

Me: “Um, there are 26 letters in the alphabet.”

Mother: “But the big letters and the little letters mirror each other.”

Me: “I believe I need to go now.” *click*

(Even worse, the reason she was asking was so she could make an educational toy for a child. I think maybe she should get one first.)

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babbleismysuperpower:

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Source for more facts on your dash follow NowYouKno

That was super nice of them.

And now I’m mad that nobody told us we were given cows. Cause that’s really f*cking nice and nobody mentioned it at all.

American media tends to disregard that anyone donates to the US. And then Amurricans complain about money going abroad because “nobody helped the US in our disasters.”

>.>

Also, do you know how much a cow costs? O.O

It isn’t just a matter of how much a cow costs, its a matter of considering that Masai life is based around their cattle. Its their wealth, their food, and a significant part of their religion. Here’s a quote from Wikipedia:

“Traditional Maasai lifestyle centres around their cattle which constitute their primary source of food. The measure of a man’s wealth is in terms of cattle and children. A herd of 50 cattle is respectable, and the more children the better. A man who has plenty of one but not the other is considered to be poor.[37] A Maasai religious belief relates that God gave them all the cattle on earth, leading to the belief that rustling cattle from other tribes is a matter of taking back what is rightfully theirs, a practice that has become much less common.[38]

So its not just “they gave us 14 cows”, its that they gave us something that is very important and significant to them, it is more than just a kind gesture that definitely deserves to be known and its a genuine shame that more people don’t know about it.

Wait, you guys DON’T KNOW that we offer help to the US when you have disasters???????

Shit, down here in Brazil we not only offered to send tracking units and doctors to help in 9/11 but we wanted to send a whole lot of donations to help with Katrina (we have experience with floods down here so we knew what kind of medicine to send to prevent outbreaks). 

We alone had like 2 army airplanes full of medicine and non-perishables like baby formula, diapers, bottled water, mosquito nets and other stuff that’s needed to fight opportunistic diseases that hit flooded areas, enough to assist a good few thousand people at least, ready to go the day after it hit, but your government refused the donations

The same thing happened to the Canadians and Europeans who offered help, the US embassies around the world told us all to give money to Red Cross.

And so we did, we all gave hundreds of millions of dollars to them, and then this happened:

Red Cross scandals tarnish relief efforts

‘Breathtaking’ Waste and Fraud in Hurricane Aid

So please, don’t you go spreading misinformation and prejudice against the rest of the world, WE DID OFFER HELP AND ORGANIZED IT EVEN FASTER THAN BUSH DID, BUT Y’ALL REFUSED IT

Oh wow I had no idea this happened it’s really not talked about in media at all wow this is something good to know about wow

i read about the cow donation (possibly on tumblr) but i didn’t know we were offered so much help after katrina.  man, that administration was incompetent and thoughtless.

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lardypoison:

did I ever tell you I used to read the welsh version of harry potter as a kid

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“hogwarts’ fast train”

with such loveable characters as

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and of course who could forget the four houses

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and possibly the most dignified

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i will reblog this everytime

Penny Dreadful

Aug. 5th, 2015 04:35 am
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Title: Putting the F-U-N in Funeral
Author: apocryphal
Rating: PG-13 || Status: Complete
Summary: “Hale & Daughters Funeral Home,” Derek says dully.
“Oh ho! And which daughter are you?”
Derek casts his eyes up to the ceiling. It’s going to be one of those calls.
(In which Derek is a bored secretary, Stiles is a baker who may or may not have ulterior motives, and there are entirely too many macaroons.)

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Title: So You Want to Woo a Werewolf
Author: grimm
Rating: NC-17 || Status: Complete
Summary: “This seems like a bad idea,” Scott hissed. It was just after the end of a pack meeting and Stiles was peeing on Derek’s car. “This seems like a really bad idea.”
In which Stiles tries to court Derek and Peter is a master troll.

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I mention very vaguely in a letter to Miss D- (which principally concerns whether she has a discreet direction in Margate where I should direct Mr J-'s letters, or should I hold them for her return to Town) that I have heard troubling intelligence concerning Miss G- in Carlsbad, and that I wonder should I betake myself there to go to her assistance. Most exceeding soon after I receive an extreme lengthy letter from Mr N-, detailing the means of reaching Carlsbad should I be going by publick conveyance, a good deal of information about inns on the way, and much else, including the hiring of couriers: all that would be of the greatest utility did I truly intend this expedition. He also advises that I solicit letters of introduction from among my connection to persons in those regions that may be able to assist my quest.

Mr N- is sure one of the kindest of men even if he is also one of the most tedious in conversation.

Hector and Phoebe return from the Surrey place most prepossessed, and think that we should contrive very well there, though Hector points out that we shall need to maintain a carriage and a couple of riding horses. There is however a connection of theirs, I think an uncle, that was once a jockey but has done other stable-work since growing too heavy, and they believe he can be persuaded to join the establishment. I fear, however, that if we are going to live very quiet Docket will find time hanging upon her hands and that Seraphine may feel that her skills lie fallow.

I undertake an examination of my accounts, and soon come to a consideration that as I shall be saving a good deal on dress I do not need to be so very worried that we may be in straits and do not require to proceed to wondering about selling any of my jewels.

Indeed, while I would not consider myself a wealthy woman I am one that has a very pleasing competence that will maintain myself and the household during this hiatus from normal business.

I have told Hector to give me out not at home to any visitors while I undertake this task.

I look up as I hear the sounds of a scuffle and Hector saying very firmly that madame is not at home to visitors. Surely she cannot mean me, says a voice that I did not expect to hear. Hector, you cannot believe that I intend her any harm?

The door bursts open and in almost tumbles Mr F- with Hector grabbing at him.

That will be quite all right, Hector, I say, I did not expect a visit from Mr F- so did not give the necessary orders.

Mr F- rushes to my side and pulls me into his arms. My dearest love, pray tell me you have done nothing rash?

O, I say, as we plump down upon the sopha, that Scottish weasel I perceive has broke confidence.

And he did right, says Mr F-, had he not also told me how very distresst he found you I should really be quite angry with you for taking this all upon yourself. But tell me, how matters stand?

There is another altercation outside the door and another voice I never expected to hear says, yes, Hector, I know very well who is within, I assure you I do not have a pistol about me and do not intend some jealous scene.

Enters Mrs F-, who rushes across to me and embraces me. Oh my dear silly girl, she says, when we had Mr MacD-'s letter I said, depend on it, this is Madame C- getting into one of her fusses -

Fusses? I squeak (for I am being held exceeding tight by the two people I love beyond all reason), I do not get into fusses.

Mrs F- laughs very fondly. One of your fusses, she repeats. You are so very sensible when it comes to other people's troubles, but when it comes to Madame C-, oh, the fuss and the turmoil. I am sure you will try to tell us that there was some reason that you thought it good to keep this from us, but really, my love -

No matter whose the child, goes on Mr F-, how should we not want to know a matter of such concern to you? You must know we would stand your friends.

I burst into tears. I am not such a foolish creature as you suppose, I sob, I have made very excellent plans. I explain to them my intention to retire to Surrey (o, it is quite the prettiest place, I love it quite exceedingly) while giving out that I am gone to Carlsbad to aid Miss G- in her distress.

Miss G-, says Mr F-, we apprehend is not at Carlsbad? - I nod - If you are quite sure she is not there you must have some knowledge of where she really is: it has quite struck me how very coincidental it was that she disappeared supposedly to continental spaws at exactly the time that Mr T- departed for the antipodes with a newly-wed wife that none had seen. Especially as they had been much seen together beforehand and bets were being placed as to whether he would make her a penitent magdalen or she turn him into a prodigal parson.

O, I say, you have quite sounded out the matter. Miss G- is now Mrs T- and by now I daresay is in the antipodes and surrounded by flocks of wombatts and platypuses.

And I suppose Carlsbad because it is a good long distance away and none of your set go there?

Yes, I say, and also a place where there would be much high play, just such a place as everyone would expect to find Miss G- staking her bracelet.

Enters Euphemia with a well-suppli'd tea-tray. We all try to look calm and sober until she leaves.

O, my very dearest dears, I say, still rather tearfull, you came all this way for me?

Once we had read Mr MacD-'s letter and apprehended what it purported, says Mr F-. Fortunately our Wakes Week was about to commence and the works closed down, which meant we could depart at once, being in some concern that you might take desperate measures.

He takes out his little memorandum book. I think you had better show us this place of yours, my love, we shall have to hire a carriage I suppose, I have some information here somewhere of reliable jobbers. Meantime, Mrs F- and I must find lodging -

Indeed, I say, it would not be at all right for you to remain under my roof.

I am not leaving you alone to work yourself up into another state of the frets, says Mrs F-. Also there are womanly matters that we should discuss. I shall most certainly stay. Mr F- looks at her and looks at me, and says indeed he does not like leaving me alone.

My dear loves, I say, I should so very much like your company. I will go at once to Seraphine and desire her to prepare the best dinner she may - o, says Mrs F-, I think Seraphine will already have that under advisement for I entered the house by the back door, to avoid unwelcome notice - I see, I say, that I am quite entirely behindhand and find that matters are less in my own hands than I suppos'd.

Mrs F- smiles on me and says that it is time that somebody took care of their dear Madame C-, who will else worry herself quite to pieces.

Yes, says Mr F-, looking at my desk, I see you have been puzzling over your accounts and making many calculations and little lists. If I thought you would mind me, I would most certainly forbid you to do any such thing that must bring a frown to your pretty face. However, I am by no means reckless enough to do so when I have the two of you ranged before me and prepared to twit me as supposing myself the Grand Turk. But should you like me to look them over I am at your disposal.

I reply that he has schooled me so well in managing my affairs that I think that quite unnecessary. As I was lessoned by Mrs F-, he says.

We all look at one other with great fondness, and I say that unless somebody else has already bespoken the matter I shall ask Hector to bring in the brandy and madeira, or I think there is also some sherry if Mrs F- would prefer that.

Trump's aphasia

Aug. 5th, 2015 08:31 am
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Posted by Geoffrey K. Pullum

The following word-stream (it cannot be called a sentence) was uttered by Republican presidential contender Donald Trump on July 21 in Sun City, South Carolina. As far as I can detect it has no structure at all: the numerous conditional adjuncts never arrive at consequents, we never encounter a main verb or even an approximation to a claim. The topic seems to be related to nuclear engineering, Trump's uncle, the Wharton School, Trump's intelligence, politics, prisoners, women's intelligence, and Iran. But it's hard to be sure:

Look, having nuclear—my uncle was a great professor and scientist and engineer, Dr. John Trump at MIT; good genes, very good genes, OK, very smart, the Wharton School of Finance, very good, very smart—you know, if you’re a conservative Republican, if I were a liberal, if, like, OK, if I ran as a liberal Democrat, they would say I'm one of the smartest people anywhere in the world—it’s true!—but when you're a conservative Republican they try—oh, do they do a number—that’s why I always start off: Went to Wharton, was a good student, went there, went there, did this, built a fortune—you know I have to give my like credentials all the time, because we're a little disadvantaged—but you look at the nuclear deal, the thing that really bothers me—it would have been so easy, and it's not as important as these lives are (nuclear is powerful; my uncle explained that to me many, many years ago, the power and that was 35 years ago; he would explain the power of what's going to happen and he was right—who would have thought?), but when you look at what's going on with the four prisoners—now it used to be three, now it’s four—but when it was three and even now, I would have said it's all in the messenger; fellas, and it is fellas because, you know, they don't, they haven't figured that the women are smarter right now than the men, so, you know, it's gonna take them about another 150 years—but the Persians are great negotiators, the Iranians are great negotiators, so, and they, they just killed, they just killed us.

At Slate magazine they are wrongly calling the above a run-on sentence and are asking for help with diagramming it. But (as Sherlock Holmes once remarked to Watson) you can't make bricks without straw. I don't think there's any structure in there. I think this soi-disant "one of the smartest people anywhere in the world," this nasty, racist, golden-quiffed, self-publicizing nutcase, has barely a coherent thought in his head. I don't think there's any structure in there to diagram.

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Title: our lives are changing lanes
Author: grimm
Rating: NC-17 || Status: Complete
Summary: There’s a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn’t really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude’s got kids hanging all over him; one’s on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There’s a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he’s got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles’ mouth drops open.
“How many of those kids did you kidnap?” he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.
The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, “You think I’d subject myself to this on purpose?”
“Oooh,” says one of the kids hanging off his arm. “I’m telling Mom.”

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Or: what haven't you read (yet) this week?

We all have things we mean to read, but never quite find the time, whether it's a bunch of unopened tabs, or an ever growing pile of books by the bed.

What's on your to-be-read list this week?

UpWords - Max Lucado: 5 August 2015

Aug. 5th, 2015 04:23 am
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Humility

I was on a flight where the attendant couldn’t do anything right. Order soda and you would get juice. Ask for a pillow, she’d bring a blanket. I had just been a guest speaker at an event where people told me how lucky they were that I’d come. I don’t know what was loonier: the fact they said it or that I believed it. I was feeling cocky, and I grumbled. Do you see what I was doing? Don’t look at me like that. Haven’t you felt a bit superior to someone? The clerk at the grocery store. The waiter at the restaurant?

But her question changed all of that. “Mr. Lucado? Aren’t you the one who writes Christian books?” She filled the next few minutes with her pain. When she asked if I would pray for her, I did.  But both God and I knew she was not the only one needing prayer!

From Facing Your Giants


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Aug. 5th, 2015 08:23 am
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Thrown out of story

Aug. 5th, 2015 08:04 am
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This is a not particularly spoilerly (but behind a cut just to be on the safe side) of a list of nitpicky details which punched holes in Ysabel, on the lines of "If I'm worrying about the pattern of the carpet into which the hero is bleeding to death not matching the curtains, then the author has cocked up."

What are your ultimate "Why couldn't they have fixed THAT?" moments in film, TV, literature and any other medium?

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Title: Pocket Sized
Author: lupinus
Rating: PG || Status: Complete
Summary: Zhenya figures out the real reason Sidney always shoves his hands in his pockets.

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Title: Dirty Talk for Beginners with Alex Ovechkin
Author: lupinus
Rating: NC-17 || Status: Complete
Summary: Alex Ovechkin talks dirty to Sidney Crosby, and then gives Zhenya some much-needed advice. Because he’s a nice guy like that.

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