Rabbit Hutches

kpopeatsmyheart:

freedomsails:

another fanboy, haha :D

omg 

suicideblonde:

The Shining

suicideblonde:

The Shining

marvelousmatt:

soulsister101:

boosh4life:

soulsister101:

boosh4life:

soulsister101:

boosh4life:

sammysstuff:

All right, ladies. Our man has been very quiet on Twitter today. After telling us Flashdance and “love make” was on the cards last night, I can’t help but wonder which of you is keeping him from us. The most pertinent question of all though is, of course, have you worn him out or is the “love make” still going on?

*sheepisly raises hand* Actually, he’s resting now but the “love make” will continue later. 
P.S. I changed the locks and set up a new alarm system, so there is no need for you to stop by. =)

 Just tell me the chicken was not involved in any way! Also, who’s for “rescuing” Mr. Berry. Perhaps he’ll be happy to reward his rescuers with a little “lovemake” too! LOL

 No, I’m not that freaky. :s  However, I don’t think that would be a good idea *cocks gun* to try to “rescue” him. =) I said that I have a security system. ;)

 Well glad to know no animals were harmed! However, I do have a SWAT team of hyped of angry fangirls longing for their man so I’ll see your gun and raise you a SWAT team!

 OK, that’s it!  I’ve got a hand full of his lushious lock in one hand and a sharp pair of scissors in the other.  I will cut if your SWAT team doesn’t back down!!

No! Not the hair!!! I’m sending in a negotiator from the SWAT team. You wouldnt cut. You’d destroy the very thing you love. I’m calling your bluff!!! Anyway, the swat team is in your house now while you were getting your scissors and our baby Mr. Berry has been saved. Huzzah!! However, you may have one last lovemake withhim before we whisk him away!!

Better check the back of the van bitches, cause I done straight up jacked your man :P and I ain’t giving him back till I’m good and done (or till the chicken runs out of feathers) ;) Booo-yaaah You know what they say: Kinky is using a feather, peverted is using the whole chicken.

marvelousmatt:

soulsister101:

boosh4life:

soulsister101:

boosh4life:

soulsister101:

boosh4life:

sammysstuff:

All right, ladies. Our man has been very quiet on Twitter today. After telling us Flashdance and “love make” was on the cards last night, I can’t help but wonder which of you is keeping him from us. The most pertinent question of all though is, of course, have you worn him out or is the “love make” still going on?

*sheepisly raises hand* Actually, he’s resting now but the “love make” will continue later. 

P.S. I changed the locks and set up a new alarm system, so there is no need for you to stop by. =)

 Just tell me the chicken was not involved in any way! Also, who’s for “rescuing” Mr. Berry. Perhaps he’ll be happy to reward his rescuers with a little “lovemake” too! LOL

 No, I’m not that freaky. :s  However, I don’t think that would be a good idea *cocks gun* to try to “rescue” him. =) I said that I have a security system. ;)

 Well glad to know no animals were harmed! However, I do have a SWAT team of hyped of angry fangirls longing for their man so I’ll see your gun and raise you a SWAT team!

 OK, that’s it!  I’ve got a hand full of his lushious lock in one hand and a sharp pair of scissors in the other.  I will cut if your SWAT team doesn’t back down!!

No! Not the hair!!! I’m sending in a negotiator from the SWAT team. You wouldnt cut. You’d destroy the very thing you love. I’m calling your bluff!!! Anyway, the swat team is in your house now while you were getting your scissors and our baby Mr. Berry has been saved. Huzzah!! However, you may have one last lovemake withhim before we whisk him away!!

Better check the back of the van bitches, cause I done straight up jacked your man :P and I ain’t giving him back till I’m good and done (or till the chicken runs out of feathers) ;) Booo-yaaah You know what they say: Kinky is using a feather, peverted is using the whole chicken.
sammysstuff:

marvelousmatt:

soulsister101:

boosh4life:

soulsister101:

boosh4life:

soulsister101:

boosh4life:

sammysstuff:

All right, ladies. Our man has been very quiet on Twitter today. After telling us Flashdance and “love make” was on the cards last night, I can’t help but wonder which of you is keeping him from us. The most pertinent question of all though is, of course, have you worn him out or is the “love make” still going on?

*sheepisly raises hand* Actually, he’s resting now but the “love make” will continue later. 
P.S. I changed the locks and set up a new alarm system, so there is no need for you to stop by. =)

 Just tell me the chicken was not involved in any way! Also, who’s for “rescuing” Mr. Berry. Perhaps he’ll be happy to reward his rescuers with a little “lovemake” too! LOL

 No, I’m not that freaky. :s  However, I don’t think that would be a good idea *cocks gun* to try to “rescue” him. =) I said that I have a security system. ;)

 Well glad to know no animals were harmed! However, I do have a SWAT team of hyped of angry fangirls longing for their man so I’ll see your gun and raise you a SWAT team!

 OK, that’s it!  I’ve got a hand full of his lushious lock in one hand and a sharp pair of scissors in the other.  I will cut if your SWAT team doesn’t back down!!

No! Not the hair!!! I’m sending in a negotiator from the SWAT team. You wouldnt cut. You’d destroy the very thing you love. I’m calling your bluff!!! Anyway, the swat team is in your house now while you were getting your scissors and our baby Mr. Berry has been saved. Huzzah!! However, you may have one last lovemake withhim before we whisk him away!!

Better check the back of the van bitches, cause I done straight up jacked your man :P and I ain’t giving him back till I’m good and done (or till the chicken runs out of feathers) ;) Booo-yaaah You know what they say: Kinky is using a feather, peverted is using the whole chicken.
 Why do I think your laptop hasn’t been broken at all and really you’ve been lurking behind the scenes plotting this the entire time?

sammysstuff:

marvelousmatt:

soulsister101:

boosh4life:

soulsister101:

boosh4life:

soulsister101:

boosh4life:

sammysstuff:

All right, ladies. Our man has been very quiet on Twitter today. After telling us Flashdance and “love make” was on the cards last night, I can’t help but wonder which of you is keeping him from us. The most pertinent question of all though is, of course, have you worn him out or is the “love make” still going on?

*sheepisly raises hand* Actually, he’s resting now but the “love make” will continue later. 

P.S. I changed the locks and set up a new alarm system, so there is no need for you to stop by. =)

 Just tell me the chicken was not involved in any way! Also, who’s for “rescuing” Mr. Berry. Perhaps he’ll be happy to reward his rescuers with a little “lovemake” too! LOL

 No, I’m not that freaky. :s  However, I don’t think that would be a good idea *cocks gun* to try to “rescue” him. =) I said that I have a security system. ;)

 Well glad to know no animals were harmed! However, I do have a SWAT team of hyped of angry fangirls longing for their man so I’ll see your gun and raise you a SWAT team!

 OK, that’s it!  I’ve got a hand full of his lushious lock in one hand and a sharp pair of scissors in the other.  I will cut if your SWAT team doesn’t back down!!

No! Not the hair!!! I’m sending in a negotiator from the SWAT team. You wouldnt cut. You’d destroy the very thing you love. I’m calling your bluff!!! Anyway, the swat team is in your house now while you were getting your scissors and our baby Mr. Berry has been saved. Huzzah!! However, you may have one last lovemake withhim before we whisk him away!!

Better check the back of the van bitches, cause I done straight up jacked your man :P and I ain’t giving him back till I’m good and done (or till the chicken runs out of feathers) ;) Booo-yaaah You know what they say: Kinky is using a feather, peverted is using the whole chicken.

 Why do I think your laptop hasn’t been broken at all and really you’ve been lurking behind the scenes plotting this the entire time?

aimmyarrowshigh:

distantly:

inothernews:

jayparkinsonmd:

THE “fact” that junk food is cheaper than real food has become a reflexive part of how we explain why so many Americans are overweight, particularly those with lower incomes. I frequently read confident statements like, “when a bag of chips is cheaper than a head of broccoli …” or “it’s more affordable to feed a family of four at McDonald’s than to cook a healthy meal for them at home.”
This is just plain wrong.
(via)

“Doctor,” you understand that pre-packaged foods such as potato chips and / or fast food restaurant meals are, by virtue of already being prepared, “cheaper,” yes?  And that 99-cent menus at establishments such as Wendy’s and McDonald’s means that, realistically, no one is actually spending “$27.89” at McDonald’s on a regular basis, right?  Since you’re assuming a family of four (ah, gotta love the idea that every family in America is a family of four!) and you’re also assuming that most families have the time and resources to prepare a meal of “pinto beans and rice” and that somehow in your America the price of milk is still in the vicinity of $1.49 for even a half-gallon.
Doc, how much time do you spend in lower-income neighborhoods?  And do you realize that one in five children now lives below the federal poverty level?  Which means their families aren’t well-off, either, and believe it or not, working a ten- to 12-hour workday five days a week and those 99-cent foodstuffs at the dozens if not hundreds of fast-food establishments littering your neighborhood — especially in larger cities such as New York, LA or Chicago — are suddenly, and sadly, an all-too-real option to preparing a meal of “chicken, salad and potatoes for four.” (Look at this study, for God’s sake, that has a five-fast-food-joint-to-one-supermarket ratio across the U.S.)
As I’ve said before, the methodology behind studies like this are flawed — especially when taking into account that it uses data that is more than 15 years old.  (I’d find you a link to my original post stating this, but I’m getting hungry.)
I’m genuinely curious, as a medical professional and an MPH, whether you’re as fully informed as you think you are — or if you’re basing your presumptions on having only ever served one segment of the population.  You know, the well-off kind that always seems to have the time and resources to buy ingredients for, then prepare, every single one of their very healthy meals.

I will always reblog attacks on this graphic/this privileged way of thinking.  In fact, I think this is probably the third time I’ve brought it up on this tumblr (sorry y’all). Of course you should eat in healthful and nutritious ways.  But saying people don’t eat healthily because they’re ignorant and lazy is a load of condescending horseshit. Do you have time to cook between twelve hour work days, stacked together in a six day week?  And please, tell me of this mythical place where you can get milk and chicken and bacon for those kinds of prices, and where you can buy ingredients piecemeal (“I’d only like 55 cents worth of olive oil, please, so we can go nuts and get 75 cents worth of bread!”). I want to go to there.

And please, tell me of this mythical place where you can get milk and chicken and bacon for those kinds of prices, and where you can buy ingredients piecemeal (“I’d only like 55 cents worth of olive oil, please, so we can go nuts and get 75 cents worth of bread!”). I want to go to there.
At the grocery stores in my town, which is a midsize suburb, $1.49 doesn’t even buy eight ounces of milk.  An 8-oz “Milk Chug” is $1.99 before tax.  A loaf of whole-grain or whole-wheat bread is $3.10 before tax.  And you can’t buy “four slices” of bread anywhere.  And $5.96 for a WHOLE CHICKEN?  Maybe that was true in rural communities fifteen years ago, but a whole chicken runs closer to $16-23 now.  
I actually laughed at “five cents” worth of salt and pepper, too.  Yes, you might USE five cents worth per meal.  But good luck buying five cents’ salt and pepper.
The problem with the infographic, too, is that by today’s standards, yes, PER PLATE, you’ve spent five cents on the salt and pepper, $5.96 on the chicken, etc, but the “total price” doesn’t show that for “a family of four,” those prices each need to be doubled or quadrupled. 
This also doesn’t account, honestly, for single-person households, which are common with students, young graduates, and post-retirement non-wage earners. 
I especially like the assumption that the work/time spent preparing the meal is somehow “free.” With fast food, a large portion of what is paid is income for those who cook and serve; home prices may not pay the cook, but do mean that their time is being spent on a non-earning activity, which is an impossibility for low-income households.  Just because no employer paid whoever made the beans and rice or chicken and potatoes, doesn’t mean invisible elves cooked the food by magic.

aimmyarrowshigh:

distantly:

inothernews:

jayparkinsonmd:

THE “fact” that junk food is cheaper than real food has become a reflexive part of how we explain why so many Americans are overweight, particularly those with lower incomes. I frequently read confident statements like, “when a bag of chips is cheaper than a head of broccoli …” or “it’s more affordable to feed a family of four at McDonald’s than to cook a healthy meal for them at home.”

This is just plain wrong.

(via)

“Doctor,” you understand that pre-packaged foods such as potato chips and / or fast food restaurant meals are, by virtue of already being prepared, “cheaper,” yes?  And that 99-cent menus at establishments such as Wendy’s and McDonald’s means that, realistically, no one is actually spending “$27.89” at McDonald’s on a regular basis, right?  Since you’re assuming a family of four (ah, gotta love the idea that every family in America is a family of four!) and you’re also assuming that most families have the time and resources to prepare a meal of “pinto beans and rice” and that somehow in your America the price of milk is still in the vicinity of $1.49 for even a half-gallon.

Doc, how much time do you spend in lower-income neighborhoods?  And do you realize that one in five children now lives below the federal poverty level?  Which means their families aren’t well-off, either, and believe it or not, working a ten- to 12-hour workday five days a week and those 99-cent foodstuffs at the dozens if not hundreds of fast-food establishments littering your neighborhood — especially in larger cities such as New York, LA or Chicago — are suddenly, and sadly, an all-too-real option to preparing a meal of “chicken, salad and potatoes for four.” (Look at this study, for God’s sake, that has a five-fast-food-joint-to-one-supermarket ratio across the U.S.)

As I’ve said before, the methodology behind studies like this are flawed — especially when taking into account that it uses data that is more than 15 years old.  (I’d find you a link to my original post stating this, but I’m getting hungry.)

I’m genuinely curious, as a medical professional and an MPH, whether you’re as fully informed as you think you are — or if you’re basing your presumptions on having only ever served one segment of the population.  You know, the well-off kind that always seems to have the time and resources to buy ingredients for, then prepare, every single one of their very healthy meals.

I will always reblog attacks on this graphic/this privileged way of thinking.  In fact, I think this is probably the third time I’ve brought it up on this tumblr (sorry y’all). Of course you should eat in healthful and nutritious ways.  But saying people don’t eat healthily because they’re ignorant and lazy is a load of condescending horseshit. Do you have time to cook between twelve hour work days, stacked together in a six day week?  And please, tell me of this mythical place where you can get milk and chicken and bacon for those kinds of prices, and where you can buy ingredients piecemeal (“I’d only like 55 cents worth of olive oil, please, so we can go nuts and get 75 cents worth of bread!”). I want to go to there.

And please, tell me of this mythical place where you can get milk and chicken and bacon for those kinds of prices, and where you can buy ingredients piecemeal (“I’d only like 55 cents worth of olive oil, please, so we can go nuts and get 75 cents worth of bread!”). I want to go to there.

At the grocery stores in my town, which is a midsize suburb, $1.49 doesn’t even buy eight ounces of milk.  An 8-oz “Milk Chug” is $1.99 before tax.  A loaf of whole-grain or whole-wheat bread is $3.10 before tax.  And you can’t buy “four slices” of bread anywhere.  And $5.96 for a WHOLE CHICKEN?  Maybe that was true in rural communities fifteen years ago, but a whole chicken runs closer to $16-23 now.  

I actually laughed at “five cents” worth of salt and pepper, too.  Yes, you might USE five cents worth per meal.  But good luck buying five cents’ salt and pepper.

The problem with the infographic, too, is that by today’s standards, yes, PER PLATE, you’ve spent five cents on the salt and pepper, $5.96 on the chicken, etc, but the “total price” doesn’t show that for “a family of four,” those prices each need to be doubled or quadrupled. 

This also doesn’t account, honestly, for single-person households, which are common with students, young graduates, and post-retirement non-wage earners. 

I especially like the assumption that the work/time spent preparing the meal is somehow “free.” With fast food, a large portion of what is paid is income for those who cook and serve; home prices may not pay the cook, but do mean that their time is being spent on a non-earning activity, which is an impossibility for low-income households.

Just because no employer paid whoever made the beans and rice or chicken and potatoes, doesn’t mean invisible elves cooked the food by magic.

sunandrainfic:

“What are you doing here? You’re going to get yourself killed!” he hissed as soon as the door slid shut.

Blaine couldn’t have stopped the grin that hijacked his expression even if he tried (he didn’t try).

“I thought you never worried about me?” he cocked his head…

shiphassailed:

butter chicken runs in my veins

crudmudgeon:

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Remembering: My Blog Post from 9/17/2001

Back to Work


The world was created in only seven days. Seven days after last Tuesday’s events, I went back to lower Manhattan today and found a different world than I left last Monday night. My normal, make that, former, commute was a three step collage of a NJ Transit train ride from my home in suburban New Jersey, a trip on the PATH (Port Authority Trans Hudson) train from the rail terminus at Hoboken to the World Trade Center PATH station deep in the bowels four or five stories below ground level, capped off by a mile walk to my office in a tower at the foot of Broad Street. Last Tuesday, after the first stage of this journey, I watched horrified and powerless from a “front row” seat on the Hoboken waterfront as hijacked airliners destroyed symbols of western business, and incidentally took thousands of lives.

In the intervening time, I have spend some quiet time with my wife and visiting mother and watched too much television commentary and slowly gotten ready to face the trip again. I think I was as ready as I could have been. The first stage of my journey back was unchanged, except for the uncharacteristically quiet train passengers. Miles away from the “last and final” stop, the almost subliminal absence of a familiar but unnoticed sight became apparent.

I paused at Hoboken thinking I would revisit the site from which I watched the terror unfold. Alas, access to the quayside was blocked by steel barriers and yellow barrier tape. I had to be content with the view from the train of the vacant space where formerly the two huge structures dominated lower Manhattan skyline. Only a faint haze of smoke marked the place where they had once stood.

After leaving the train I stopped to make a quick snapshot of the vacant space. A stranger, with whom I had share a train car for years but with whom I had never spoken, quietly walked up to me as said “I saw you here last week with your camera.” We shared a few words and some “war stories” of what he saw and what I saw and we parted. We’ll probably greet each other cordially in future. A small relationship has been forged from common loss and pain.

I boarded the NY Waterways ferry bound for Pier 11 on the east side of lower Manhattan. I was struck by how polite the person handing out informational sheets was, almost doing a double take as they wished me a nice day We quietly filed down the pier to board the ferry. Here again the assembled group was unusually quiet in this, the land of the loud, brash financial tiger sharks. Almost everyone carried a flag or wore red, white and blue ribbons. A young black man wearing an semiautomatic pistol and a jacket with a reflective sign proclaiming him to be “Federal Agent” both frightened and reassured us. I noticed as he walked past, that he had a small American flag stuck in his belt at the small of his back.

As the ferry went downriver paralleling the shore, the passengers were almost silent. Those who did speak did so in whispers or quiet subdued tones. Everyone stared at the faint pall of smoke where the towers had stood. The smell of burnt paper invaded our noses. We gawked at the shattered windows and damaged buildings. I noted the layer of dusty soot on the unbroken glass of the World Financial Center’s Winter Garden greenhouse. Anchored in mid-river was a huge Coast Guard Cutter with a helicopter perched on the fantail ready for instant launch. The water was dotted with boats of all sizes operated by police and other uniformed “sailors” and ferries of all types silently plied the choppy river and harbor. As we cleared the tip of the Battery, no one noticed the lady in the harbor. We were all busy reassuring ourselves that our building really was still standing, even though we knew it was.

The landing at Pier 11 was without fanfare but the ever pushy New Yorkers crowded off the boat in almost absolute silence. A TV newsman and camera crew thankfully deemed us unworthy of “his air.” As we walked under the FDR, drive there were scores of uniforms there to greet us. Policemen and women and the odd military men in camouflaged fatigues, thankfully unarmed but all equipped with filter masks, although almost no one wore them. It was almost as if no one wanted to hide behind masks. The pervasive burnt out odor was now much stronger. I noticed huge generator trucks with thick cables running into buildings to provide power.

I barely noticed the almost completed Vietnam Memorial in the plaza south of 55 Water as I walked down Water Street. The quiet was chilling. Never had I been here, without the sound of auto and truck traffic. A few unmarked cars quietly cruised by with lights flashing and silent sirens but there were no honks of angry combat zone drivers, no roar of buses and trucks, no pedestrian-car chicken runs. The streets and sidewalks were remarkably clean, but if you looked closely, you could see the crevices where damp accumulated were coated with wet dark gray-black soot/dust. Places where the cleaners hadn’t reached, like sidewalk cracks and the tops of canopies over doorways each carried their own undisturbed accumulations.

We silently walked the few blocks, noticing the preternatural quiet and the all-pervasive charred miasma. The lobby of our building was teeming with tables of “authorized persons lists” but we simply flashed our picture IDs and muttered the name of our company and were allowed access. There continued to be an almost surreal surprise that things looked the same. The world had changed, how could everything look the same as it used to. There should be some visible change to signify the life-altering events! But there was none.

The work day was remarkably prosaic. Between meeting with grief counselors and conference calls with absent corporate leaders, the work was the same. It was hard to believe how important this seemed just seven days ago. Twenty years ago, I was fond of saying to non-veterans that “if no one is shooting at me” I’m happy. Today, as then, it seemed that since no one was actively trying to murder me, I could deal with anything that came my way. It was good to see the few co-workers that came in. Some apparently derived great benefits from the outside helpers. Personally, my therapy was to get back to some sense of normalcy, what ever that may now be. As the day wound down, I was eager to get back home and escape from the almost oppressive feeling of fear. Many folks talked too loud or too fast and laughed too much masking deeper feelings that they didn’t want to express or even admit. I probably did it too.

The trip back home was the same in reverse, but I did note that the ferry passengers were sharing more conversations, although still fairly quiet for a New York crowd. Strangers acknowledged overhearing other’s conversations and interjected opinions and comments, a practice which would have merited physical or, perhaps, savage verbal attack just seven days ago. As I rushed to board the outbound train, strangely empty. I could almost feel the pressure of dread lighten as we left the proximity of so much death and destruction. As I de-trained. I could see my wife distributing red, white and blue ribbons to returning commuters, insuring that more of tomorrow’s random comrades will have a common badge to represent their shared pain. Life goes on for us, survivors. Back in the city, the tired searchers continue to shift tons of rubble their hope dying like those who cannot be rescued because they didn’t survive. Seven days ago, the old world ended. It will take a lot longer than seven days to get used to the new one.

(via Curmudgeon’s Crud)

The photos accompanying this post were taken on 9/17/2001 & 9/18/2001 by Crudmudgeon

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jadorablehome:

Adorable! Click for a make and do guide from the source!

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The bird cages are cute, but overall it’s a pretty nifty DIY site.