I joined this sub a few months ago bc I like purses. But it’s just one post after another asking if a coach is authentic or not. Really, there should be a sub where you do that, maybe there is? Bc that’s ALL this sub is.
Picture of Windy Willow’s frog purse for fun purse content. P.s. it glows in the dark
Hey y'all, rant incoming. You can keep on reading to find out the take from a professional ecologist on what's happening down in Big Bend, just read the article and skip over that, do both, or do nothing at all - players choice.
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As someone who spent almost every four weeks traveling out to Big Bend (BB) region for five years to conduct my undergraduate and master’s research, watching what is happening there is genuinely bringing me to tears. I dedicated five years of my life to deeply understanding the ecology of the Chihuahuan Desert of the southern BB region. That landscape is where I became an ecologist. My research there earned me my B.S. in Wildlife Biology and M.S. in Ecology and ultimately led to the career I’ve spent the last decade building as a professional ecologist working on NEPA and environmental permitting projects.
The BB region is not just recreational destination that I care about. It is the landscape that taught me how to understand ecosystems, shaped the scientist I became, and ultimately set the course of my entire career. Watching it be permanently altered like this is devastating.
What is happening down there is not just a bad decision, its a catastrophic one - for the animals that don't adhere to lines drawn on a map, to the locals that have lived there for generations, the folks/families that go out to for recreation/relaxation/reset, the out of state/country tourists that want to see the natural wonders of Texas/US, and to the intrinsic value of the area that has taken millions of years to shape.
I have traveled all around the world, across five continents trekking into the wilderness on hiking/climbing/cycling trips, and every time I do nothing ever compares to Big Bend. The Big Bend region is unlike anywhere else in the world, sitting at the intersection of distinct biogeographic regions that are typically isolated from one another. This convergence has helped make the Chihuahuan Desert the most biologically diverse desert in the Western Hemisphere and the Big Bend region one of the most biodiverse landscapes in the world. BB National (BBNP) and State Parks (BBSP) protect the largest and one of the most pristine, representative examples of the Chihuahuan Desert in the United States.
Also, both parks are a part of the Great Big Bend International Dark Sky Reserve, a 9 million acre/15,000 square mile network of public and private land throughout the southern Trans Pecos/Mexico, that allows BBNP to have the darkest skies of any national park in the lower 48 and for BBSP to have the darkest skies in Texas.
Even though the border wall is slated to use extremely bright 500-watt LED/stadium-style fixtures at fixed locations, and not continuously along the wall, the impact of 1,000's of lumens scattered across the landscape will be detrimental to dark sky due to the baseline of the area being so low. Additionally, DarkSky international released a statement yesterday saying that full impact of lighting from the wall cannot be properly evaluated because an official lighting-impact assessment have not been made available.
What is incredibly insulting, as an professional ecologist/NEPA expert and proud Texan, is that Department of Homeland Security waived all NEPA/federal and state environmental review under the direction of the administration's southern-border emergency policy and provisions of the Real ID Act of 2005 (thanks Bush). The thing that makes not having an impact analysis on natural resources/flora/fauna worse, is that the data that the parks do not have a complete picture of the environmental baseline before construction started, with a lot of resources having outdated data or no data at all even after nearly a century of research.
I encountered the lack of baseline information on the Big Bend region firsthand when I began conducting research there in 2012 on environmental net primary productivity (eNPP), the environment’s capacity to support plant growth, using crepuscular Lepidoptera (moths and butterflies active during the transition from dusk to night). There was so little information available on the region’s Lepidoptera that species-level identification was nearly impossible, ultimately forcing me to pivot how I analyzed the data from our Lepidoptera bycatch. The knowledge gap was striking. When Dr. Richard Brown of Mississippi State University, one of the world’s leading specialists on North American microlepidoptera, later came to BB for a BioBlitz, he discovered three species previously unknown to science on that one trip.
There is a major baseline gap issue: we do not know the totality, nor near the majority, of what exists in the Big Bend region. So, how can we know how the border wall's construction and maintenance will directly impact/damage/destroy/kill the flora, vertebrate, and invertebrate communities? The answer is simple, we can't.
Even if the current design is "only" two-miles long and four feet high and two miles long and 30 feet high in BBSP, there is such a massive potential for loss of not just life, but knowledge, destroying pieces of an ecosystem before we've even had the opportunity to understand what they are. The loss won’t just come from clearing land and erecting permanent barriers. Noise from heavy machinery, vehicles, and human activity can displace mammals, birds, reptiles, and amphibians from prime habitat, while the proposed 500-watt LED lights can disrupt migration and sleep in birds, alter behavior in light-averse bats and rodents, and disorient or kill nocturnal insects. These impacts can ripple through the food web by disrupting pollination, reproduction, and predator-prey relationships.
And while the impacts to the flora/fauna have been lightly addressed, but I have not even touched on how approximately 222 miles of roads (just in BBNP, TBD for BBSP) of roads will impact the geomorphology/hydrology of the region. The Big Bend landscape is naturally erosion-driven, flashy, and extremely sensitive to changes in runoff routing. NPS already identifies erosion and alteration of hydrologic patterns by roads as threats to park soils. Change where the water flows and where the soil goes, and you change where plants can grow, where aquatic species can survive, and where wildlife can find food, water, and shelter. In a desert ecosystem, altering the movement of scarce water can restructure an entire biological community.
I can say so so much more (especially on how it takes 50-100 years for biocrust that stabilizes desert soils to regenerate), but I think that y'all get the point. No matter your politics, this border wall is STUPID. A four foot wall to stop vehicle movement in a mountainous/desert area (BBNP) where overland driving is almost impossible and a 30 foot wall in a mountainous area (BBSP) where almost no human would dare to try and scale due to the remoteness and lack of water, is STUPID!
If you gotten this far, and you're fired up, below is a list of things you can do to do your part in stopping the wall (even if you don't live in Texas):
Save Big Bend Resources
Sign the Sierra Club's Petition
Support Local Organizations Doing Conservation Work
Contact Your Representative Even if You Do Not Live In Texas
Share and Talk About This With Your Friends/Family To Spread the News
And for all those who are curious, here is a few photos from over the years.
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TL;DR: Professional ecologist has her panties in a twist over the boarder wall construction in Big Bend. She provides a link to an article that represents her feelings on the matter and then goes on a 1,200 word rant that meanders though impacts to flora/fauna/geomorphology/hydrology/erosion from border wall construction, operation, and maintenance. Ultimately, she thinks the border wall is STUPID and provides links and suggestions on how you can do you part in stopping the wall. Then ends it with providing links to some of her favorite views that she encountered while in the Big Bend region.
I am not sure what is going on, but the last several months I have had to correct/guide Chat more than ever.
It does not matter when I add instruction to the chat or to the project, nor does it matter the subject matter or task.
Yesterday, I became so frustrated with the whole thing that I asked it to do an audit check of available chats for how many times I have had to correct it - 58x! Actually, probably more than that!
I am at the point where I am about to jump ship, because its such a time suck and it has me losing faith in the models to do more complex tasks without hallucinating.
Has anyone else been experiencing this?
Hey y’all,
I have an interview for a hs bio position that also comes with teaching a college credit course tomorrow.
It’s a late season hire, so I know they’re in a time crunch.
But what are a few things that I should be prepared to know or ask?
Thanks!
Disclaimer: AuDHD
Purpose or post: Rant
As the disclaimer states, I have AuDHD, and I’ve been described by friends who know me best, “direct with candor.” Don’t like to lean on the diagnosis, but I think it gives context.
I recently had a disagreement with a a long distant friend, one of my best friends, actually. While we talk on the phone every few weeks for a few hours at a time, she really didnt know the full totality of my situation. Not because I didn’t try, but rather it’s more complicated than a 2 hr conversation every 2 weeks could handle.
When she arrived I told her little bits of my life at a time. She learned how hard and messed up the breakup that caused me to have a mental breakdown was. She listened to me to tell how changing career, finding community, and navigating an entire new city has been.
Yes, she listened, and, then she offered me advice.
Each piece of advice, while very well intended, was off the mark.
I’d tried to tell her more context to help her understand more. Some advice was obvious, like reading self help books - to which I told her that I’ve tried it and it just didn’t work for me. She never really engaged with how I was responded and told me that I should just be open to her suggestions.
After a few days, she said that I am rejecting everything she’s offering as help, and just being argumentative.
That really hurt.
Because to me I am trying to have a conversation, to add perspective. I honestly believe that offering advice should be about working together to find a solution. Not just one person trying to solve another’s problems.
Her rejection of my responses where to me the argument, bc it was either i accept her help blindly, or just say “thanks”. That’s not collaboration, to me that’s conversion.
She is not the only person I have this issue with, my mother too. They’re both very opinionated, strong women. They also don’t listen to me when I’m trying to add perspective of my life when they already made up their minds.
That being said, I do have many friends I can hum and haw things over with. Bc I am not the type of person that just accepts things blindly. I might show what is interpreted as resistance with what’s being suggested, but ultimately I will typically slow think on it deeply. The humming and hawing is apart of my thought process.
I just find insanely frustrating that what is expected of me is to not be seen as “argumentative” or not “receptive” is to just say “thanks for the suggestion, I’ll think on it.” I know that’s the easy way out, but there’s something in me that would LOVE to have a conversation with the other person to come to a more compatible solution.
I know that she’s coming from a good place. I know that she loves me deeply.
But it just drives me cross eyed when I am being called argumentative when she’s the one who’s shutting down the conversation when I don’t agree with her and just blindly take her advice/lie to her about thinking on it later.
As an up and coming educator, this is a question I’ve been thinking about a lot with school shootings being a real possibility where I live (America).
I know it’s pretty taboo to say you wouldn’t, but there’s nothing in the job description that says you have to.
I really don’t know my answer to this question and I probably won’t know until the opportunity arises.
Just want to know other educators thoughts on the matter.
Thank you!
I rescued my pup Sunny 6 years ago from a shelter in TX. They told me she was an Australian kelpie mix & she’s obv not one. Never seen a dog like her before. When I run into other folks, across the US, that have similar looking dogs they have also been rescued.
Def has some type of Shepard.
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Like every other American kid I was taught that Santa was responsible for the Christmas magic. I loved the stories of Rudolf, the decorations, and gathering of my family in front of a fire while it was snowing outside.
It honestly was some of my fondest memories of my family when most of them were alive.
All that changed when I was 6 on Christmas Eve. I was eagerly anticipating the arrival of Santa, so I crawled out of bed, tip toed to my bedroom door, and peeked out to see my mom sitting on the couch wrapping present talking on the phone.
I stood there watching her watch wrap gift after gift and eating the cookies we left out for Santa.
I was in disbelief!
Those were Santa’s cookies. She helped us put them out knowing that she was going to eat them! If she knew that she was going to eat them, then she knew Santa was never coming in the first place!
I started to silently cry as I quietly closed my door and went back to my bed to roll up in a ball.
That was the beginning of the unraveling of me trusting my mother, elders, and all the other adults that played into the lie of Santa.
I started to question everything that was being taught to me. I no longer took things at face value. I was obsessed with facts vs opinions or feelings.
Then around the age of 7 I was in Sunday school (Baptist) and my Sunday school teacher was teaching us about how you have to accept God’s love into your heart to be saved.
Just so happened that in my social studies class we were learning about India and their culture, so my hand shot up.
“What about all those people in India that are born not knowing God’s love? There are no Christian’s there. How do they know God’s love?”
My teacher quickly replied, “that’s why we have missionaries,” to shut the question down.
I didn’t reply, I just sat thinking about the missionaries. I knew a few friends who’s family were missionaries, they would tell me that it would be their family or they’d go with a group. I guess the group couldn’t be too big, maybe 20? Idk.
Sunday school was released and my attention went elsewhere for a while.
One night I was up late staring at the ceiling thinking about India, missionaries, God’s love, etc. I knew from my social studies class that India was millions of people that belong to other religions than Christianity. Then I thought about the size of missionaries and how many people the could reach, eventually concluding that there’s no way for every single person in India to have contact with a missionary to hear the word of God.
My mind kept on tumbling and turning with questions.
If that’s true for India, what about other places where they don’t know the word of God?
Why would would God create millions and millions of people just to condemn them to hell bc they never got the opportunity to know’s God love?
If God is a loving god, he wouldn’t do that. But then again he does and thus isn’t loving.
The contradictions of what I had been taught all my life to believe and devote myself to as the truth were not true at all. I felt the same way then as I felt the night I found out Santa wasnt real.
Then I finally whispered it out loud, “there is no God,” as I crawled up into a tiny ball and cried myself to sleep.
A few week’s later I was at my grandmother’s house and I told her “I don’t think there’s a God.” She was the first person I told since concluding this weeks earlier. Easy to say it did not go well.
She started to cry and ask circular questions, “then who created the tree out there?” “The acorn did.” “Who created the acorn?” “The tree did.”
During that exchange she taught me that sharing this with anyone who believed in God was not a good idea. And everyone I knew believed in God, so I felt very othered for quite sometime.
For a number of years afterwards I would go from domination to domination trying to seek out a version of God that made sense to me. Which none of them did, as they were all just slightly different versions of the same jello.
It wasn’t until I stumbled across the term “atheist” when I was 16 that I finally felt at peace with a label describing my lack of belief.
While I did try to believe again, and so desperately wanted to, I never once returned to God’s love and have been an atheist ever since learning Santa Clause was a collective social lie.
Like every other American kid I was taught that Santa was responsible for the Christmas magic. I loved the stories of Rudolf, the decorations, and gathering of my family in front of a fire while it was snowing outside.
It honestly was some of my fondest memories of my family when most of them were alive.
All that changed when I was 6 on Christmas Eve. I was eagerly anticipating the arrival of Santa, so I crawled out of bed, tip toed to my bedroom door, and peeked out to see my mom sitting on the couch wrapping present talking on the phone.
I stood there watching her watch wrap gift after gift and eating the cookies we left out for Santa.
I was in disbelief!
Those were Santa’s cookies. She helped us put them out knowing that she was going to eat them! If she knew that she was going to eat them, then she knew Santa was never coming in the first place!
I started to silently cry as I quietly closed my door and went back to my bed to roll up in a ball.
That was the beginning of the unraveling of me trusting my mother, elders, and all the other adults that played into the lie of Santa.
I started to question everything that was being taught to me. I no longer took things at face value. I was obsessed with facts vs opinions or feelings.
Then around the age of 7 I was in Sunday school (Baptist) and my Sunday school teacher was teaching us about how you have to accept God’s love into your heart to be saved.
Just so happened that in my social studies class we were learning about India and their culture, so my hand shot up.
“What about all those people in India that are born not knowing God’s love? There are no Christian’s there. How do they know God’s love?”
My teacher quickly replied, “that’s why we have missionaries,” to shut the question down.
I didn’t reply, I just sat thinking about the missionaries. I knew a few friends who’s family were missionaries, they would tell me that it would be their family or they’d go with a group. I guess the group couldn’t be too big, maybe 20? Idk.
Sunday school was released and my attention went elsewhere for a while.
One night I was up late staring at the ceiling thinking about India, missionaries, God’s love, etc. I knew from my social studies class that India was millions of people that belong to other religions than Christianity. Then I thought about the size of missionaries and how many people the could reach, eventually concluding that there’s no way for every single person in India to have contact with a missionary to hear the word of God.
My mind kept on tumbling and turning with questions.
If that’s true for India, what about other places where they don’t know the word of God?
Why would would God create millions and millions of people just to condemn them to hell bc they never got the opportunity to know’s God love?
If God is a loving god, he wouldn’t do that. But then again he does and thus isn’t loving.
The contradictions of what I had been taught all my life to believe and devote myself to as the truth were not true at all. I felt the same way then as I felt the night I found out Santa wasnt real.
Then I finally whispered it out loud, “there is no God,” as I crawled up into a tiny ball and cried myself to sleep.
A few week’s later I was at my grandmother’s house and I told her “I don’t think there’s a God.” She was the first person I told since concluding this weeks earlier. Easy to say it did not go well.
She started to cry and ask circular questions, “then who created the tree out there?” “The acorn did.” “Who created the acorn?” “The tree did.”
During that exchange she taught me that sharing this with anyone who believed in God was not a good idea. And everyone I knew believed in God, so I felt very othered for quite sometime.
For a number of years afterwards I would go from domination to domination trying to seek out a version of God that made sense to me. Which none of them did, as they were all just slightly different versions of the same jello.
It was until I stumbled across the term “atheist” when I was 16 that I finally felt at peace with a label describing my lack of belief.
While I did try to believe again, and so desperately wanted to, I never once returned to God’s love and have been an atheist ever since learning Santa Clause was a collective social lie.
Like every other American kid I was taught that Santa was responsible for the Christmas magic. I loved the stories of Rudolf, the decorations, and gathering of my family in front of a fire while it was snowing outside.
It honestly was some of my fondest memories of my family when most of them were alive.
All that changed when I was 6 on Christmas Eve. I was eagerly anticipating the arrival of Santa, so I crawled out of bed, tip toed to my bedroom door, and peeked out to see my mom sitting on the couch wrapping present talking on the phone.
I stood there watching her watch wrap gift after gift and eating the cookies we left out for Santa.
I was in disbelief!
Those were Santa’s cookies. She helped us put them out knowing that she was going to eat them! If she knew that she was going to eat them, then she knew Santa was never coming in the first place!
I started to silently cry as I quietly closed my door and went back to my bed to roll up in a ball.
That was the beginning of the unraveling of me trusting my mother, elders, and all the other adults that played into the lie of Santa.
I started to question everything that was being taught to me. I no longer took things at face value. I was obsessed with facts vs opinions or feelings.
Then around the age of 7 I was in Sunday school (Baptist) and my Sunday school teacher was teaching us about how you have to accept God’s love into your heart to be saved.
Just so happened that in my social studies class we were learning about India and their culture, so my hand shot up.
“What about all those people in India that are born not knowing God’s love? There are no Christian’s there. How do they know God’s love?”
My teacher quickly replied, “that’s why we have missionaries,” to shut the question down.
I didn’t reply, I just sat thinking about the missionaries. I knew a few friends who’s family were missionaries, they would tell me that it would be their family or they’d go with a group. I guess the group couldn’t be too big, maybe 20? Idk.
Sunday school was released and my attention went elsewhere for a while.
One night I was up late staring at the ceiling thinking about India, missionaries, God’s love, etc. I knew from my social studies class that India was millions of people that belong to other religions than Christianity. Then I thought about the size of missionaries and how many people the could reach, eventually concluding that there’s no way for every single person in India to have contact with a missionary to hear the word of God.
My mind kept on tumbling and turning with questions.
If that’s true for India, what about other places where they don’t know the word of God?
Why would would God create millions and millions of people just to condemn them to hell bc they never got the opportunity to know’s God love?
If God is a loving god, he wouldn’t do that. But then again he does and thus isn’t loving.
The contradictions of what I had been taught all my life to believe and devote myself to as the truth were not true at all. I felt the same way then as I felt the night I found out Santa wasnt real.
Then I finally whispered it out loud, “there is no God,” as I crawled up into a tiny ball and cried myself to sleep.
A few week’s later I was at my grandmother’s house and I told her “I don’t think there’s a God.” She was the first person I told since concluding this weeks earlier. Easy to say it did not go well.
She started to cry and scream circular questions, “then who created the tree out there?” “The acorn did.” “Who created the acorn?” “The tree did.”
During that exchange she taught me that sharing this with anyone who believed in God was not a good idea. And everyone I knew believed in God, so I felt very othered for quite sometime.
For a number of years afterwards I would go from domination to domination trying to seek out a version of God that made sense to me. Which none of them did, as they were all just slightly different versions of the same jello.
It wasn’t until I stumbled across the term “atheist” when I was 16 that I finally felt at peace with a label describing my lack of belief.
While I did try to believe again, and so desperately wanted to, I never once returned to God’s love and have been an atheist ever since learning Santa Clause was a collective social lie.
I (F) met a guy during a music festival and we immediately hit off. He flew back to NYC and we talked every day for a month. He offered to fly me up to see him in the next two weeks. A week before I was supposed to go he told me he was now in a relationship but I could still come up. I used that free ticket for my first trip to NYC.
About 3 months later he offered me his doctorate dorm at an off campus dormitory. All I had to do was pay him 600$ a month in rent (back in 2008). So I took him up on the offer.
By the time I moved up him and the girl weren’t dating anymore. Her and I became friends.
One night we were all partying at a bar and he was obv trying to take her home. I decided to swoop in and took her home myself. We had fun all night long. The next morning I made her breakfast and walked her to the train.
A few days later we were all hanging out and she couldn’t stop gushing about how I know how to treat women right. The look on his face was pure red.
I decided later that weekend that I really needed to go back to my home state and focus on school. Used the flight voucher he gave me to grab a one way ticket, packed up my stuff, and didn’t tell him - leaving him with 3 months of unpaid rent.
So yeah fuck you Kevin, I f*cked the girl you were in love with and got a free stay in NYC in my own private apartment on your dime bc you toiled with my heart.
As the title read, I watched Twilight for the first time, 18 yrs after it’s been released, now FML.
Honestly, I never thought I’d watch it, had no plans on doing it - ever. Felt kind of proud for being ignorant to the franchise other than knowing the fandom was obsessive. Never really liked teenage romance stories. And esp seeing how I was 24 when the movie came out, the pull to see it at any stage of the franchise was nil.
All that changed when last Friday one of my bff’s, Arielle, convinced me that it’d be a good time if we both got stoned and had a watch party via Apple TV, bc we live in different states, to watch the first Twilight on Saturday.
Important to note is that we jive so well together, both being the same type of ADHD weirdo that is brutally honest, quick to quip, and naturally conducts deep dive speculating on some minute detail on whatever we are experiencing while riffing nonstop.
Short to say, she’s absolutely one of my favorite people, and I trust her judgement when it comes to what will be a good time, so I agreed to watch Twilight.
Saturday night rolls around, pop a couple gummies, grab some snacks, get comfy on the couch, and face time Arielle to get the party started. After about 20 mins of fumbling w/ technology, we’re finally on our way to broadening my cinematic horizons with ea other on speaker for easy commentary.
One thing I learned bout watching Twilight is that you can’t unwatch Twilight.
“Watching Twilight for the first time is like talking to someone who casually mentions goatse to you thinking you’ve seen it before but then quickly realizes that you haven’t and then begs you to not google it bc your mind is clean and pure. But you’re very curious and brush off their concerns and look it up anyways. Then much to your horror you find out exactly why your friend tried to protect you and now you can’t unsee what you did.
Time goes by and you’re sitting with a group of friends and you casually mention goatse bc you assumed that you’re friends all knew, and then come find out one had not. You quickly plead with your friend, just as your other friend pleaded with you, to stay pure and not google it. But ofc they do, and the cycle repeats starts anew.”
Honestly, I am still kinda in shock from what Ive seen by watching Twilight. I have never laughed as hard watching with any of my fav comedies. While incredibly funny, it was also deeply awkward and unsettling.
“This is like watching episode after episode of the British Office type of uncomfortable,” I remarked between bouts of gut twisting laughter.
I knew going in that the Twilight books were terribly written, but I hadn’t thought how that would affect the quality of the storytelling (duh 🙄) in the movie.
“Yeah, the books were not good. So ofc they had nothing to work with when they made the film,” Arielle response to me crying “why is this sooo bad? 😂”
So much to be said about this movie, and I know I’m 18 yrs too late, but lemme just lay down the line on a few things.
Yes, ofc, there’s terrible plot holes (why did Bella go into the counselor office when Edward was requesting class change??), difficulty in maintaining continuum (why was Bella all of a sudden carrying a golden apple after their first sci lab together??), and a lot of unanswered questions (why were Edward’s eyes black one week and never after that??).
But that’s not what unraveled my sanity and caused to me to go into a fit of nonstop hysterically laughing (laughter is the first sign of insanity) for 10 mins.
No, it wasn’t the fact that all the adopted teenage vampires were sleeping with ea other and looked like they were in their mid 30s nor was it bc the vampire daddy looked like a ken doll from the Barbie movie nor was it the vampire make up that Edward had which made him look like claymation when he was having a candlelight dinner with Bella.
Oh, no, it was much simpler than all that. It was something that was consistent and frequent throughout the movie.
What broke me was the scene where Bella confronts Edward about being a vampire and the camera frames Bella’s face multiple times as Edward freaks out on her. You know the one - where Edward jumps from tree to tree saying “you can’t out run me!”
It was during that scene when the camera framed only Bella’s face for what seemed like eternity where Kristen Stewart goes through an infinite amount of facial expressions that made me crack😂.
“She experiences 20 different emotions in mere seconds!” I aspirated btw bouts of uncontrollable laughter. It felt like she was pulling every single acting trick she knew at the moment to convey arousal while being full of gas.
We had to pause the movie, I couldn’t stop laughing. It hurt so badly and I desperately wanted it to stop. There was no other option other than to let my mascara run down my face as I gasped for air between gut wrenching howling.
Just as I was able to recover my breath I was assaulted with images of Edward glistening like a gay bar on pride night and him yelling “this is the skin of a killer, Bella!”
This scene is just one great example of how Stephanie Myer’s, background of being a good Mormon truly hindered her creative process. It’s apparent that she never had to tell a lie before that covered all bases, while being believable, to avoid punishment from being a mischievous kid.
Up until I saw Twilight, I rated The Room as the best/worst movie ever made (if you haven’t seen it, I highly suggest you do!). But now I have to say with grace that The Room has been knocked off its pedestal, which it called home for 23 years, and been upsurped by a movie about sparkly vampires.
“I hate/love this movie,” I texted Arielle the next morning.
“Exaaaaaaaactly! It’s ART! Painful.”
We scheduled another watch party for New Moon in the next week.
“Look at you. Hooked.”
FML
TL;DR Watched Twilight for the first time as 41 F w/ one of my best friends. who provided deep cut commentary. Lost my mind and had a fit of uncontrollable laughter & couldn’t stop. Wish I could go back and unsee it, but still committed to watching all of the franchise. I’m hooked. FML
As the title reads, 52 jobs in 41 years, and only been fired from 3.
Jobs were classified as such when they were paid on an ongoing basis for work, not just one day of work. Volunteer work not counted towards job count.
Freelance and contract jobs treated as one job ea (ie: freelance sports photographer = 1 job, contract ecologist = 1 job) vs ea job accepted while being freelance/contracts.
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