Crankypantsing

That Was Not a Question, But the Answer Is Still NO

If you are going to spend all day alternately watching videos and taking smoke breaks, far be it from me to complain. However, when you rupture your spleen laughing, and attract the attention of everyone on the floor, and someone (namely, me) comments that you must be having some sort of party in your cubicle, please, for the love of all that’s righteous and holy in this world, do not–I repeat, not–saunter over to my cubicle and respond: “You wanted to know what I was laughing at…” (For those playing along, please note that said response was phrased as a statement, not a question. She would so suck at Jeopardy.) No, I fucking well did not want to know what you were laughing at, and I certainly don’t want a blow-by-blow description of it.

Fucking hell!

Crankypantsing, News & Politics

Youth Counter Recruitment Camps

This looks interesting.

When I was in high school, we were told we were required to take the ASVAB test. Being the uppity pinko militant peacenik that I was, I refused. There was no way in hell I wanted our military knowing any more about me than absolutely necessary. Our school counselor and the vice principal informed me that the test was required. My ass, I replied. I told them that I wouldn’t be attending school on the day the ASVAB was given. If they scheduled a make-up exam, I would not attend on that day, either. I thought it was pretty damned funny that they thought they could force me to take a test. If it actually came down to it, I was perfectly happy take the test, but mark down incorrect answers. And, I let them know that, too.

Now, why on earth the military would have thought it was worthwhile to wast their time trying to test and recruit a kid who was rabidly anti-military was–even then–beyond me. Asstrumpets.

They also weren’t particularly up-front about what the ASVAB actually was. I expect most kids, back then when it wasn’t possible to hop online and go a-Googling, had no idea it was an armed services aptitude test. Sneaky bastards. I may have fallen for it, if I hadn’t been terminally inquisitive and more than a little suspicious of authority. “You’re telling me I have to take this test? I don’t effing think so.” When I asked what, exactly, the test was, the school counselor was a little vague. “It’s an aptitude test.” Yeah, well, I’d already taken the state-required academic aptitude test, so I wasn’t buying that one. When she finally copped that it was for the military, I said, “No, thank you, ma’am.” I was assured that I could opt out of being recruited (yeah, right). What she didn’t understand was that I was pissed off about the test itself, and how it had been presented to us. Recruitment officers, I could deal with. Being manipulated, not so much.

The funny (cuz it’s true) thing was that friends of mine who gave in and took the ASVAB were recruited, even though they had opted out of it. Yeah, manipulated and lied to.

So, I’m all for telling kids the truth and helping them develop the skills they need to fend for themselves. Unfortunately, that means giving them the tools to stand up for themselves against our own military.

Crankypantsing

Pablum

I didn’t put enough water in my Sturdiwheat apple and cinnamon cereal, so it ended up being way too thick.  I hate when that happens.  I’m not a huge fan of hot cereal anyway, so when it’s not Just Right, it makes the baby Shelly cry.  The addition of a snack-sized container of applesauce fixed the problem easily enough, but lordy, does it ever make a disgusting sound when being stirred in.  Aaack!

Pets, Photography

Not Persephone

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Pandora is 19 years old. She’s pretty spry and active for an old cat, and continues to wield a wicked sense of humor. It’s hard to picture her as a kitten. All I remember is a tiny puff of fur, fearless and full of fun. She was the runt of the litter, and noticeably smaller than her littermates. That never slowed her down, though. Only days after I got her, she climbed into the fridge. When I noticed she was missing, figured out where she was, and opened the door to let her out, she was completely unperturbed. She hopped out and made a bee-line for the dog, tackling her ears and demanding to be played with. As far as Pandora was concerned, everything was an interesting adventure. That has been her approach to life, for as long as I’ve known her.

I can’t believe it’s been 19 years. Nineteen years. It’s such an unlikely sounding number.