onelostchild asked:

If you don't mind me asking, who is this?

What are you doing, Dog? Dog, you are drunk.

This is Laura. You know me.

If you have ever taken any issue with Pit Bulls as a breed, please read this →

But they were not feared or maligned until the 1980’s, when the myth of the dangerous fighting dog started to take hold in the media. The negative publicity surrounding Pit Bulls actually served to encourage bad people with bad intentions to buy and breed these dogs, using brutality and torture to teach fighting and aggression. Gangs began assimilating Pit Bulls into their operations, and the dogs became guilty by association with this violent, criminal culture.

The dogs that are born into and raised in this environment are victims; they are beaten, electrocuted, chained, starved and even fed gunpowder to make them tough and mean. Those that don’t fight back enough are killed or used as bait. They are seen as a form of protection and symbol of strength in these bad communities, and they continue to be exploited for profit in dog fighting, a cruel and sadistic sport that is now illegal in all 50 states.

Through no fault of their own, many dogs are thrown into a very dark world of violence, and face a very difficult road out of it. While these extreme cases are a minority of the Pit Bulls in the country, these brutalized dogs represent the vast majority of dog bites and news stories that contribute to the cycle of sensationalized media coverage, vilifying the dog as inherently aggressive and dangerous

neil-gaiman:

207pictures:

www.LLkick.com

Inspired by Amanda Palmer.

I love that this is becoming a meme. From Bob Dylan to Lemony Snicket to Amanda, and now back out into the world. The Kickstarter looks good too.

storiesforsongs:

Twelve Line Song

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The four of them stood in stunned silence, staring down at the tiny furry body that floated in the rusted tub in the rundown, roofless old shack. Marco jumped, dropping the pills he was holding as Penny suddenly burst into laughter.

“Sorry!” she said, shaking with mirth. “I don’t mean to laugh, but it’s just ridiculous.”

Marco and the others looked back at the squirrel that had landed (and drowned) less than two feet from where they had all been sitting, debating their course of action for the past hour. One by one they all broke into helpless laughter. Without saying another word, they abandoned the pact they had made and headed out of the cabin, back towards the hospital. All that remained after their visit was a set of footprints in the dirt, four scattered handfuls worth of sleeping pills, and one squirrel, who had died just in time.

eyeofthetiger2015:

When I have a really awful hangover

Monday. All day. This. I’d been downtown every night since Wednesday (except Sunday), I had two friends turn 21 on Saturday, and I’d basically pulled an all-nighter Sunday night. Then I got to class and we spent 20 minutes talking about alcohol. I thought I might kill them all.

eyeofthetiger2015:

When I have a really awful hangover

Monday. All day. This. I’d been downtown every night since Wednesday (except Sunday), I had two friends turn 21 on Saturday, and I’d basically pulled an all-nighter Sunday night. Then I got to class and we spent 20 minutes talking about alcohol. I thought I might kill them all.

Wouldn’t it be fantastic

if it was possible to lose weight by exercising your mind? Then all you’d have to do to slim down a bit was hang out and do some sudoku, or logic problems, or try to figure out exactly what happens in Moffat’s run of Doctor Who.

That Awkward Moment When…

You’re running so late for your first class back after Spring Break that you’re still buttoning your shirt as you run across the parking lot trying to catch the bus to campus.

Not that I’m admitting to having done that this morning. Because I totally didn’t. Not even a little. Promise.

Famous in the Future

Sometimes I wonder how many famous people I know when I’m older.

I was talking with a buddy of mine at work last year and he mentioned that he wants to be an actor. I looked at him and all I could think was, “Damn. He’s going to be famous one day.”

This semester (and the past two semesters, actually) I’m taking a fiction writing class with a lot of talented people in it. Every once in a while I’ll read one of their stories and I’ll suddenly see a novel with their name on it sitting on a shelf ten years down the line.

Several people that I went to high school with have formed bands and posted their music up online. More than once I have listened to a song from one of them and been absolutely blown away by how good it is.

Every time something like this happens, I wonder about how many of my coworkers, classmates, and friends will be famous. How many of them will I hear about on the news while I sit on the couch with my future-people? How many times will I say, “Hey, I knew him/her way back when” to my then-friends?

My Experience With Education Classes

I am currently taking two education classes in order to complete one of my minors, and I felt the need to chronicle my opinions of these two classes. 

My emotions towards the first of the two - Introduction to Special Education

My second class - Child Growth and Development

We’ve been here for less than 30 minutes, and this profesor has already made me hate this entire department all over again. 

Dumb-ass things she’s said so far:

- Understanding child development will help evaluate literature

- Wales is in England

- “Weatherford” is a terribly difficult and complex name to pronounce

My professor said that anyone who developed a successful Ben Franklin’s Art of Virtue app would get five bonus points on our midterm. I know absolutely nothing about writing apps, and so offered this instead. Whether I’ll get credit or not remains to be seen.

Note: This is the same professor for whom I made the Duck Tattoo video two years ago. I got over 100% on that exam.