Not Dead Redemption

I talk a lot about people being a whole host of negative things. This is generally because a) They are, and b) Anger tends to motivate me more to spew words onto a page. I feel like I should maybe examine this, but I do believe that there can be humor in vitriol. I try and make that attempt, and I'm not sure that I always succeed. 

At any rate, while sometimes being part of humanity feels a bit soul-crushing, there are moments where I feel hope for the future. 

A 15 year old won an award in a science competition. This by itself is rather bland. You figure that most high schools have science fairs. But, no - he won the award, because he developed a test which detects pancreatic cancer in its early stages. And is better and cheaper than any test currently made by the scientific community. 

The extra cookie. You earned it.

I really, really hope some 15 year old girls are throwing themselves at him in the name of scientific discovery. 15 year old girls, you should do that. 

I think back to what I was doing at 15 and am staggered by the sheer amount of awesome in this story. 

Humanity, my faith in you has been redeemed. I can't promise that this will last longer than the time it takes to write this, so enjoy it.

Trudging Onward

I need to keep writing just to keep writing. Even if it ends up being nothing more than the odd wee comment about something in the news. Or just random stream of consciousness. Or a picture of a chinchilla. 


Entry for today = This


Out of Mormon College, we have a study that says that in teen literature, the characters portrayed with the filthiest mouths are those who are successful, rich, popular. 


1. There is something inherently funny to me about a group of Mormons counting exactly how many "fucks" they can find in the likes of any adolescent novel. 


2. I assume (or hope) this translates to reality somehow, because that means that hopefully this will pay off, and I've been making money since around middle school. Y'know, around when a sheltered suburban girl realizes that shit won't s'plode if you utter a four letter word. Unless the four letter word is somehow wired into a bomb as the trigger device. 


Best. Bomb. Ever.


Although, really, the best bomb ever would probably have candy and confetti for shrapnel. Less of a bomb, and more of a piñata.


A piñata that opens when you say fuck. 


Best. Birthday Party. Ever. 

It's an explosion of delight! Unless you're
using hard candy, and then it is probably a
concussion of delight. But there is delight!

Note: 
A couple things here. When searching for piñatas on Google, the donkey-shaped piñatas that we all think of as iconic aren't what come up first. But a unicorn one did, so that sort of makes up for it. And really, unicorns are sort of like donkeys who carry a shiv. For those people who feel that a donkey piñata doesn't seem like enough of a challenge. 


Also, there are places that sell piñata bats. Be resourceful, people. Do not get suckered into buying a piñata stick. I'm sure that most people can find something around their house to break open a piñata. If you don't have something, use your fists. If nothing else, it would be terribly amusing to watch kids OR adults try and punch open a festively-colored animal. If using your fists somehow goes against your gentle nature, mayhaps you should reconsider your piñata purchase and have a tea party instead. 


Note 2:
ALT + 164 is the code for an n with the tilde. You're welcome. 


Note 3:

Chinchilla. Fuck yeah.