A Simple Mistake


Practice with Pronouns is a site that lets you practise subject, object, possessive, and reflexive forms of English third person pronouns. It comes with a few of the most common options, but you can also fill in whatever pronouns you like. Useful for both English learners and people wanting to practise using nonbinary pronouns.  

As if it couldn’t get any more delightful, it often uses quotes from Welcome to Night Vale in the practice sentences, which is definitely far more entertaining than See Spot Run. The feedback sentences are also very cute. 

(Hm, I’m pretty sure the second blank in that screenshot should have said “xyr”, in retrospect.)


Subtitled trailer for the new Fatal Frame ⊟

Cheers to PepsimanGB for subtitling the trailer Tecmo Koei put out last week for Fatal Frame: The Raven-Haired Shrine Maiden. I was one of the people who asked for subtitles when he offered to put this video together, so it would’ve been a jerk move if I didn’t share this after he went through all that trouble.

Again, this releases for the Wii U in Japan on September 27.

BUY Spirit Camera, upcoming games

I’m a sucker for scary games. But I can’t play them because I only really get into them (get scared) when I have other people with me freaking out.

Finally things are starting to come together

Why does it always have to happen last minute?

My bag should arrive on Thursday, nabbed a cheap hostel next to the station for Friday, taking a train through the mountains back to MN on Saturday, and my ticket to Columbia is for the 27th.

I’m shitting my pants I am so excite!

Just a few things on the home front that, hopefully, I can take care of before I leave.

"Lost Song (part 2)" - Anathema

A guy got in my face on the bus today.

I had asked him to put his bag into his lap because there were two dozen people standing in the aisle and he was taking up two seats. He literally shoved people out of the way to get back to me.
To intimidate me.
To scream in my face that I was a faggot. 

I had gotten what I had wanted, as two people were able to take his and his bag’s seats (though no one dared sit there until he had left the bus), but I didn’t want to hear that. I didn’t want to let him get away with that language. 

Certainly I was made afraid by his threats of violence. More so for the number of people packed in around us who would have suffered the collateral damage of any reckless strike he threw than for myself, but more than anything I just didn’t want to escalate it further. I wanted it to stop, to go away, to be over. I regretted suggesting that he show some common courtesy and move his shit out of the way so that someone could have a slightly more comfortable ride home because by that time everyone was having a less comfortable ride home.

The passengers looked around uneasily, some snickering and some even recording as he, shorter but bulkier, shouted at me that I wasn’t his daddy and that I shouldn’t have been starting shit.
That he would fuck me in the ass.
That I was a bitch ass peckerwood punk.

And I felt like a bitch ass peckerwood punk, because I couldn’t stand up and say that it wasn’t cool to use “faggot” derogatorily. Because I couldn’t stand up for the people he had shoved. I could only return his stare and hope for it to end.

He disembarked from the bus as soon as the doors next opened, and asked from the street why I wasn’t getting off. It wasn’t my stop. There was a collective sigh of relief and conversation resumed on the bus. A man tried to explain to me that sometimes there are people on the bus that feel the need to prove shit. I smiled saying that as a bus commuter I was used to it. And it was the truth. I’ve been called faggot and threatened on the bus (or from the windows of passing cars) so many times in Seattle.

Admitting that he wasn’t the first stung more than anything else. Facing up to the fact that I have repeatedly been incapable of standing up against that kind of hateful language, that threatening verbal abuse, directed at me or others, frustrates me. But what can I even do in that situation, how can I turn that into a peaceful learning opportunity?



Israel begins its ground invasion of the Gaza Strip

Firing on medics is a fucking street gang tactic. Israel is run by simple thugs.


This Is How The Media Chooses To Profile A Female Activist

Cecily McMillan, the 25-year-old Occupy Wall Street activist who was jailed for elbowing a police officer during a protest, returned to court on Thursday, where a cadre of hard-hitting journalists greeted her with questions about her courtroom attire.

My editor told me to ask who you’re wearing, a photographer was spotted eagerly asking McMillan, according to The Village Voice.

McMillan, who was earlier this month released from Rikers Island — one of the country’s most notoriously violent jails — explained that although she was free, she no longer felt safe in New York “because I was sexually assaulted and then put in jail for it," according to the Voice. McMillan has alleged from the start that the officer involved in her assault case forcibly grabbed her breast from behind during the protest; after elbowing him, she was promptly arrested and put in jail.

Upon hearing her explanation Thursday, a Post reporter responded, Well, you look fabulous! But you should eat more.

The interactions resulted in a blatantly sexist portrayal of McMillan sprinkled with mocking details about her fashion choices — all of which fail to mention that she was asked such questions by the press.

The Daily News went straight to the sartorial details with the headline, “Occupy Wall Street protester wears Calvin Klein to court.

The Post’s own coverage included a previously dated photo of an emotional McMillan with the caption, “McMillan cries in court in May after being given an outfit she had already worn." The paper led with the headline "Rikers Island: The new way to lose weight.

Rikers is currently at the center of damning allegations of officer abuse, contraband smuggling by officers, regular beatings of the mentally ill, and corruption.

McMillan has been using her newfound freedom to speak out against the treatment of inmates at Rikers — a cause that is essentially being buried for more important notes on her outfit choices. Well done, New York media!


My phone should only have OneBusAway

Social media apps, allowing me to constantly check the notifications center hoping someone tried to contact me, only make it too easy to dwell in my unhappiness rather than take steps to address it.

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