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Gabe:
I don’t mean to turn PA into an episode of Kids say the darnedest things but some of you might appreciate this. I was playing Star Wars with my son the other night when he said something funny. Little Gabe is obsessed with Star Wars and so much of our play time involves reenacting the movies. On this particular occasion he was playing the role of the emperor while I was Luke Skywalker. He had seated himself in my computer chair and when he spun around to face me I saw that he had placed a toy Lightsaber on the arm rest. He patted it gently and said “You want this don’t you?” I could not help but laugh at how ridiculous the scene was. This bothered him and he told me not to laugh at him because he was the emperor and he was evil. “Yes I know.” I told him and tried to get my act together but his little angry eyes underneath the hood of his Mickey Mouse sweatshirt made me laugh even more. “I’m bad.” he said and as if to prove it told me “I litter!”
“What?” I asked “What do you mean you litter?” He pushed back his hood and looked at me seriously “Well littering is against the law and the Emperor does all bad things right?” I imagined the Emperor stalking the halls of the Deathstar and munching on a snickers bar. He finishes the last bite and throws the crumpled wrapper over his shoulder. An Imperial Guard bends to snatch it up and the Emperor raises a hand. “Leave it.” he croaks. The guard pauses, his red gloved hand shudders as it hovers over the bit of garbage lying there on the Deathstar’s polished Durasteel floor. The emperor watches the guard’s discomfort with growing satisfaction, a smile creasing his shriveled face. The Guard stands and follows the Emperor away and he can not help but spare a backwards glance at the trash he left behind. With the glance comes a thought, a thought he will never share out-loud but one that shakes him to his very core. “I serve a monster!”
I looked at my son and realized that in his five year old mind there is no gradient to evil. For him, the act of destroying Alderaan and littering are equal. The sort of person who could to one might easily do the other. I smiled at him “Of course he litters son. He litters all the time.” He smiled knowingly and I reached out with the force to summon my Lightsaber.
Totally awesome.
Reason #3622 why children are actually pretty cute.
Thursday February 18, 2010 @ 1742
This is a really sweet story. The cougar was shot while it was fighting the dog. The dog has a few puncture wounds from the fight and is receiving medical care. Yay dog!
Best quote:
“Angel is a year-and-a-half old, she’s like a teenager that has been drinking Starbucks coffee for a week straight, nothing slows her down and she only listens to you about half the time.”
Tuesday January 05, 2010 @ 0954
(via suitep)
tylerriewer:
Last night, as I was getting off the train, I locked eyes with a homeless woman as she was putting on a second pair socks… preparing for the chilly night. She gave me a polite hello, and I stopped. She kept looking at me and suddenly I was trying to think of what I had that I could give to her. Food, I thought. I had a can of green beans that I never got around to eating at lunch (weird, I know). I opened my bag and took out the can. “I’m not sure if you even have a way to open this,” I started. “I’m not going to carry that!” she snapped back. I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know how to respond. I walked away.
This morning, as I was headed to the train, I locked eyes with the same homeless woman. This time she was pushing her shopping cart toward me. I thought I should try again. “Good morning,” I offered. “MOOOOVE!” she shouted. “What?” I asked in confusion. “I SAID MOOOOOVE F***ER!” she yelled even louder. My mouth opened but no words came out. I walked away again.
This is twice that she’s shot me down. Both times publicly. And I’m sure she thinks I’m gone for good. But I happen to know a thing or two about rejection, and I’ve heard a lot worse than “move f***er.” So guess what… someone’s getting a plate full of peanut butter and jelly squares later. And there’s nothing she can do about it.
This homeless woman and I will be sailing down a hill together in that shopping cart laughing with the wind in our hair before the weekend. Mark my words.
Thursday November 26, 2009 @ 1012
(via paper n stitch)
Crafted by Emily Fischer, founder of design business Haptic Lab, these Soft-Maps are quilted maps of neighborhoods, parks, and landmarks that “represent someone’s unique place in the city.” These handmade beauties can also be custom made to represent any special place that you may want to wrap yourself up in for years to come.
Monday October 26, 2009 @ 2313
Tuesday October 20, 2009 @ 1257
Backpacking Cat
The cat’s name is Kitty, and he showed up during the Louisiana portion of a French couple’s 9,000 mile backpacking trip from Miami to Argentina. He decided to come along for the ride.
Wednesday September 16, 2009 @ 2123
Tuesday September 01, 2009 @ 2352
Tuesday September 01, 2009 @ 0052
Friday August 28, 2009 @ 1455
An aspiring writer, who happens to be homeless, responded to an ad looking for writers/fashionistas for an advice columnist competition, prize for which was an internship at Elle magazine.
She was invited to audition but a case of nerves caused her to bomb miserably. Instead of giving up, she wrote into Elle magazine’s advice columnist directly for advice on her situation.
Her letter was published in Elle magazine and the advice columnist was so taken by her spirit that she was offered a four month internship.
Wednesday August 26, 2009 @ 1407
