(I feel so horrible about this, but for as horrible as everything going on in Batwoman seems to be, I’m kinda glad that Kate and Maggie are breaking up. I much prefer Kate/Renee… and I want more Renee in my life…)
So I’ve got friends on tumblr who are pregnant, and friends not on tumblr who are pregnant, and I’m just sitting here like:
The best part of babies is all the practice that goes into making one! BROWN CHICKEN BROWN COW!!!!
Seriously though, I’ve got to keep my wife away from y’all. I’m not at all ready to be responsible for a tiny human. I’m not at all ready to be responsible for a plant. I can’t keep plants alive. Holy crap I would kill Groot… I’m a horrible human being.
Seven years ago, I made a pretty egregious error, said something that was extremely offensive and got called out for it. The first words out of my mouth were, “Aw geez, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that was offensive. Thank you for telling me.” and then I corrected myself and made a point change my behavior.” I owned the behavior, I accepted and admitted that I made a mistake, I apologized, and I moved on from it. I remained friends with the person in question until they moved on from that job.
A few years later, I made a pretty egregious error, and I said something that was extremely offensive and got called out for it. Again, I apologized, owned the mistake, thanked the person for educating me, and moved on from it.
To me, that seems to be the best way to handle this kind of situation. If I made someone upset with something I said, I apologize, own it, learn from it, and move on.
Last week, I called someone out on something. First words out of their mouth, “Well, you know I didn’t mean it like that. God, why are you so sensitive? It’s not like I’m a racist or anything.”
You do realize that the more you protest, the more racist you seem, right?
(And honestly, it was the first time outside of the movie School Ties that I had heard the phrase ‘Jew them down’ in forever.)
Good News: Jiffy Lube was able to run a diagnostic and tell why the ‘Check Engine’ light is on.
"Catalyst System Efficiency Below Threshold"
Bad News: When I asked the guy how serious this was, if it was something they could fix, he shrugged and said “I dunno, take it to AutoZone or something.”
Fortunately there is an AutoZone not far from the train station, and I’ve got four hours before my brother’s train is due to arrive, so I’ll go there after getting tasty Indian noms.
AutoZone was less helpful than hoped: they suggested I go to an actual mechanic, since that diagnostic result could be caused by many things. Of course no garage in the area is open on Sunday >_<
I hope that you’re able to get this problem sorted out in the end hon…
I did some googling, and it looks like this could just be a sensor got knocked out of whack in your catalytic converter. All info seems to point to going to a mechanic to have them run a diagnostic on it to be able to fix it, but at the same time it shouldn’t really affect your car’s performance save for some possible loss of power output.
Hope this helps…
I don’t understand how people can ship siblings together. Like, I’m all for batcest, love me some batcest, but… Ruby/Yang? No, just… they’re sisters! Like, blood relations, growing up together and everything. (But hey, if you can’t keep it in your pants, keep it in the family I guess… Nothing says loving like porking your cousin… Dating is grating cause incest is best!)
I miss Stephanie as Batgirl.
These two thoughts are kind of extremely unrelated.
stardustkr7 asked: JaySteph, 5 or 18?
"You cheated!" Stephanie wailed, kicking an empty beer can down into the empty alleyway, leveling an angry glare over at her sparring partner.
"It isn’t cheating, it’s taking a tactical advantage. Even Babs and Cass kept their hair shorter than yours." Jason said, his voice slightly muffled through his helmet. He sounded like he was smiling.
"Tactical advantage, my ass! Hair pulling is a total jerk move!" Stephanie grumbled, pulling her cowl off, and tying her long, blonde hair back hastily into a bun.
"I am a total jerk, sweetheart. Hate to break it to you. But just so it’s even, i’ll get rid of the helmet. That way it’s only my rugged good looks that will keep you from landing 10 points.” A quick twist, and a tug revealed the most irritating grin in the Greater Gotham area; and the thud of the helmet hitting the gravel of the roof top signaled that the clandestine sparring matches were now “Anything Goes”.
Conversation I had recently
"I believe that there are infinite universes, and we can only perceive one of them, and in another one we’re all fish, another one where everything plays out like DC Comics, another one where everything’s the exact same but mirrored so left is right…"
"That’s crazy, there’s no proof there’s anything like that."
"Oh, belief in god doesn’t need any proof to substantiate it, but as soon as I posit a multiverse theory you ask for hard scientific evidence?"