I still cannot post blog entries from my phone. It's impossible to contact anyone to get help with this (literally impossible), no forums discussing the problem, and no logical reason why I started having issues to begin with. "Your mobile carrier is not supported, please visit this website for further information" - but there is never "further information". The links take me in circles. AT&T, seriously? Perhaps I should call them.
I'd switch to another blog, but I don't want to start over and i'm slightly addicted to Instagram.
There. Rant over. Maybe someone will stumble upon this entry one day and have some technical advice for me.
Fuck you, Blogger.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Friday, December 14, 2012
I agree.
We Are an Awful Nation
Posted by Goldy on Fri, Dec 14, 2012 at 2:04 PM
It is hard to imagine what these families in Newtown, CT must be suffering. Except I can imagine it. I am imagining it right now. And it's awful.
According to current accounts, a gunman, for whatever reason and of whatever state of mind, walked into a classroom and murdered a kindergarten teacher in front of her students. Then he turned his gun on the children, shattering their bodies one by one, leaving 18 kindergarteners dead. Imagine the terror. Imagine the carnage. Imagine the heartbreaking grief.
And the anger.
And yes, anger is an appropriate emotion to feel at this moment, not just at the gunman, but at the people and the politicians and the culture and the nation that would defend the indiscriminate right of Americans to arm themselves, whatever the tragic and inevitable consequences.
We have been told that our individual right to bear arms is inalienable, and that gun ownership is a fundamental part of who we are as a nation. Perhaps. But if so, then we are an awful nation—a nation that can imagine this morning's horror through the eyes of one of its young victims—and brush it off with the cliché that this is the price of our freedom.
According to current accounts, a gunman, for whatever reason and of whatever state of mind, walked into a classroom and murdered a kindergarten teacher in front of her students. Then he turned his gun on the children, shattering their bodies one by one, leaving 18 kindergarteners dead. Imagine the terror. Imagine the carnage. Imagine the heartbreaking grief.
And the anger.
And yes, anger is an appropriate emotion to feel at this moment, not just at the gunman, but at the people and the politicians and the culture and the nation that would defend the indiscriminate right of Americans to arm themselves, whatever the tragic and inevitable consequences.
We have been told that our individual right to bear arms is inalienable, and that gun ownership is a fundamental part of who we are as a nation. Perhaps. But if so, then we are an awful nation—a nation that can imagine this morning's horror through the eyes of one of its young victims—and brush it off with the cliché that this is the price of our freedom.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Happy Halloween!
It seems as if Blogger has decided that my mobile carrier (AT&T) is no longer supported so I can't post pictures from my phone. I'm trying to troubleshoot the issue but Google&Blogger aren't exactly user-friendly in that regard. Be patient, check back from time to time and I promise to start posting again one day. Miss & love you all!
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
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