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Inprnt stopped answering me and I finally got a refund from Paypal. It took almost exactly a month.

INPRNT.com has the worst customer service ever.

So I was on the bus, and it was nearly empty, and also the kind with those crap sideways seats nobody likes because of the puking. I had to walk a ways after I got off, so I left my backpack on because it's a huge pain to get on and off when you're wearing a winter coat and carrying a cane.

This, I do not realize at the time (because why would you?) moves my center of gravity up three or four inches.

The driver takes a curve going into the mall very very quickly, and I go flying across the aisle like...I don't have a simile. I can't stop myself because everything I have ever learned about balance and reflex no longer applies. I land in a painful squat with my cane in a death grip in one hand, and the edge of the seat across the aisle in the other. I'm fine. I don't break anything because my body is 90% calcium. No big. My wrist is bitching a little later that night while I'm beading, but I tell it to suck it up.

But the thing about falls is that THE NEXT DAY everything in your body realizes that it has been badly treated and it is not happy about it at all, no siree. I wake up and go O_O because my limbs are all screaming. So I have to pay for an Uber to work because there is no way I can make it up the hill to the bus stop. They still hurt today, but now most of the pain is in my core and there is nothing to be done for it, because enough ibuprofen to end it will also mean unconsciousness.

So I just want to say: Ow.

TW blood

I just heard the greatest high school destruction story!

Was in the kitchenette making coffee while [REDACTED] was heating up her lunch, and we were talking about school stuff. I told her about the time I broke all the windows with paint. She said:

"Oh, I have one like that! I was friends with one of the [VERY VERY FAMOUS WEALTHY LOCAL FAMILY] kids, and had to meet him at his house so somebody else could pick us up to go do something. It was the middle of winter, and they had a glass front door.* Well it was the 70s, so I was wearing the cowboy boots like we did."**

I nodded. I'd been there.

"Anyway, my hands were full and I couldn't ring the bell, so I knocked on the door with one of my boots. The glass was so cold that it completely shattered. So my friend comes to answer and sees this and his folks are out of town. This was before cell phones so there was no way to call them.*** So he says Well...come on in I guess. I say I'm really, really sorry, and put my stuff down. The whole front level of the house is done in thick white shag carpeting. I ask if I can use the bathroom. I do. I come back and there's a massive trail of blood because I was cut by the glass and didn't notice. The house looks like a murder scene. The poor kid has no idea what to do and his folks won't be back for days."

"I am so proud of you," I told her.




*This would have been the outer door. Most suburban houses had an outer door that was glass or a screen to let the light and air in the two days every year it was below 80F and above -20F.

**A pair of Fry cowboy boots was a suburban white high school kid wardrobe requirement in our town for about three years. I didn't care, I was sneakers or die, but my sister wanted a pair and Mom wanted to give us shoes because my sister was going through some shit, and I think also was hoping to get me out of sneakers. That was when I learned I can't walk in fucking cowboy boots but Mom, God love her, made me take them anyway. I still got sneakers and I gave the boots an honest try.

***Our parents didn't know where we were every minute of the day, and

Let today be the day we learn the difference between RPF, historical fiction, and a roman a clef!

Man riding the bus today carrying a hunting bow and two arrows.

I have no idea whether or not this is legal here -- it's one of those things nobody would even think to make a law about. I kept vacillating between Man, I really gotta see that one Nicolas Cage movie, and He's only got two arrows, so I feel good about the odds.

Total rec for Wellington Paranormal, the no-budget NZ comedy X-Files. Our heroes probably pulled straight Cs in cop school, the jokes aren't oversold (e.g. one character's underpants say THE TRUTH IS IN HERE on the waistband, and we see it for maybe half a second), the effects are as good as they need to be, and it asks the hard questions such as Is lycanthropy an STD?

Thank you for the Dreamwidth points, kind anon!

A friend of mine was just suspended from Twitter for 11 days for quoting the "tears in the rain" speech from Blade Runner. She has a backup account but sadly Twitter does not.

Man, a tiny minority of ebay buyers really like to message and ask for price breaks on already discounted items/try to convince you that the price you are asking is morally wrong because there are DOZENS of identical items on the site for much less that you somehow cannot see/ask you to pull an item that has been bid on and sell it to you directly because their kid REALLY NEEDS IT. The child may also be dying.

God damn, I am so polite to them that it would make you barf.