Minor addendum to yesterday's entry: My mother would like it to be known that she really only lay in wait for the kids "about five or ten minutes," not forty-five, which was a number I made up out of whole cloth because I didn't actually know how long she stood out there. She's okay with being That Crazy Lady Up the Hill, but she doesn't want to be that crazy.
Via escap1974: allthatjazmyne (real name Julia; Jazmyne on SF; I'm not sure what her username was on TWOP, but from what I've heard, she was a beloved poster over there) passed away the other day. It was lung cancer; she was only 35, and she will be greatly missed. The reason I really wanted to mention it, though, was because--and this will tell you so much about what kind of person she was--her husband sent escape a copy of the obituary, and the penultimate sentence is, "Julia has requested everyone wear their favorite shoes to the funeral." Which will be Saturday, if you'd like to put on your favorites wherever you are to celebrate her life, or just to celebrate life in general. I have a pair of straw platform sandals with giant sunflowers on the toe that may get dusted off for the occasion.
From emmileexo: A petition to fire the teacher who had her students vote a child out of her class. More at unfunnybusiness on JF.
From beckyh2112: "An artist friend of mine is selling a pair of her original watercolor pieces to raise money for a new computer, since her current one is giving her messages like 'cannot read hard drive.' " Ouch, I've been there.
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