What did I get for my birthday? I knew you were dying to know.
H got me four new Pop Funko figures: Jason Vorhees (#1 in the hockey mask), Pennywise the Clown, and two from The Walking Dead: Little girl with the plushie, and The Governor. Nice!!! He also took the bus to get us Five Guys Burgers and Fries. I love that place.
H’s sister got me a Game of Thrones coloring book, and my Aunt sent me a lovely card. So that’s all awesome. Tomorrow is my party, which will include fantastic company, yummy food, and conversation that will tear your soul apart…or something. H is gonna take tons of pics, I hope. He has to take them because he doesn’t want to be in them.
H’s mom did not acknowledge my birthday. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was MY mom. Ha!
There have been two terrible shootings since the last time I blogged. #BlackLivesMatter protestors were shot at a rally by…well, we know who they were shot by. Funny, I didn’t hear anyone lamenting that those protestors didn’t have weapons, lest they defend themselves from the racist asshats who shot them.
And today at Planned Parenthood. Without knowing who the shooter is or why this happened, I’m prepared to make the standard presumptions: some fake Christian who wants to protect fetuses while voting away any programs that might help actual children. I’ll predict that his weapon(s) were bought legally, and that the media will focus on mental illness and extremism as root causes. Because heaven forfend we talk about how easy it is for violent nutters to get guns.
No word on how many people croaked during Black Friday shopping. I’m sure we’ll find out tomorrow when the YouTubes of in-store fisticuffs start showing up.
And finally, I won the #NaNoWriMo. Because I am awesome.Tags: america, h, scribing, sociality