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BoneDaddy

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    Nothing about the case was really good.  Still the penalty was steeper than I had expected.

     

    The 'H' in HFS stands for 'holy'.

    I got a guy 30 years for stealing a candy bar.  A King Size Payday, because the gods love a little irony.  Mandatory minimums are a bitch.

     

    What did your guy do?  And how did you do it?  I thought you were in programming instead of prosecuting?

  2. Congenital Rubella is a great reason to get your shots.  It nukes the auditory processing and language processing functions of the brain.  Lucy was exposed at a better (relatively speaking) period of gestation such that she is not deaf, and in fact is quite good at the piano, far out of what her other cognitive abilities appear to be. We can't get her reading up to the third grade level, where one stops learning to read and begins reading to learn.  She can memorize almost any word and match it to its definition with tremendous facility, but she has so much more trouble connecting those words together that she is a great speller and functional illiterate. 

     

    She is making tremendous progress.  But things (other than piano) are unlikely to ever be easy for her.  She likes to draw, she likes to watch movies of course, and she likes legos.  I think legos are appealing because the instructions have no words.

  3. So there's a few criticisms I will not levy against a person.  I will not complain about their authentic laughter, especially if it nervous, and I will not complain about their singing.  Life has little enough joy for either of those to be taken away.  That said, my 14yo son sings horribly, loudly, and often enough that I'm spending a lot of time at home with earbuds in.  He goes through periods where he is obsessed with certain songs, and does things to them that would make CIA black site interrogators shudder.  I've lived through the months long massacre of Defying Gravity (defining tragedy), so much Let it Go that I think hypothermia would be preferable, and now he has discovered the wonderful Awesome Mixtape 1 from Guardians of the Galaxy, which he is murdering one by one like Little Bunny Foo Foo and all those poor field mice.

     

    The men in my family go deaf as they get older, and I'm not afraid of that anymore...

  4. Hollow City, the sequel to Ms. Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children.  It delivers very well.  Teen lit that is more than a little dark.

     

    ReaMde, by Neal Stephenson.  It's long and drawn out, but he can write whatever the hell he wants to because he's so damn good at it.  Multiple storylines over a few realities and a few continents.  I enjoyed it a great deal.

     

    Doctor Sleep, by Stephen King. Ever wonder what happened to little Danny Torrence?  Read it and find out.  A tale of redemption, family, and sacrifice, both by protagonists and antagonists alike.

  5. The only jobs they seem to NOT be doing is levying the most regressive system of taxation possible.  They've stopped issuing tickets and summonses.  They are still arresting for cause, which is generally what I thought they were for in the first place.  "To protect and serve and ticket and fine and stop and frisk" has made a lot of decent law abiding people hate the idea of interacting with the cops.  If they limit themselves to policing criminal behavior that would be fantastic.

  6. There was a sign, a sign I could read on a convenience store.  I woke up thinking maybe I could finally find the town, and if I could find the town, maybe I could find the path, and follow the path from a dozen dream memories to the table rock and the cave temple underneath.  Little independent convenience stores aren't on google maps, at least this one isn't.  If you know a little shi-shi mountain tourist town with a GMVT Convenience (red sign, white lettering) store pretty near the middle of it, let me know.  That place has been waiting for me for years.

  7. Last night:

     

    Me: "Okay, the kids are finally sleeping."

     

    Her: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, they still need to finish their homework."

     

    Me: "What the hell?!  You were home with them all day long.  You didn't bathe them, or feed them, or do their homework, or get rid of all this crap that's been on the dining table for three months.  I put in nine hours on a doomed project, then raced home to feed and bathe the kids for you, and now I have to do a sink full of dishes and take out all the trash, and now I have to wake the kids up early tomorrow morning and force them to do their homework when it's already a struggle to get them to school on time every morning?!  F___ ___."  "Fantastic."

    When I was the spouse f-ing up like that, I was having some serious clinical depression.  The very best of luck to you.

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