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Posted by Melissa McEwan

Senate Republicans' latest iteration of their "healthcare reform" legislation is garbage. They know it's garbage. But nothing matters to them besides winning. And if you think that's hyperbole, following are two examples of the cavernous lack of integrity among the Senators trying to sell this shit, including one of the men whose name is on the fucking bill.

1. Calvin Woodward at the AP: Sen. Graham Presses for Support for GOP Health Bill.
Republican Sen. Lindsey Graham on Wednesday appealed for support from fellow senators for his GOP health care bill despite "all its imperfections."

"We're going to vote," Graham told broadcaster Sean Hannity. "Everybody will be held accountable."

Graham made his comments in an overheard cellphone call in front of a passenger at Reagan National Airport before he boarded a flight.

...Graham said Republicans have for years been tripped up by their inability to offer a credible alternative to "Obamacare" even as they demanded its repeal. He said he thinks that alternative now exists with his bill and can prevail against tough odds with the help of [Donald] Trump.

..."I talk with [Donald] Trump like three times a day," he said.
Just get it done. Just get a win, at all costs. Vote for it despite the fact that it's shit. Says reputed fierce Trump critic Lindsey Graham, who actually talks with Trump "like three times a day."

2. Jason Noble at the Des Moines Register: [Content Note: Video may autoplay at link] Chuck Grassley: Fulfilling Campaign Promise Just as Important as 'Substance' of Health Bill.
Despite many evident shortcomings in a bill to repeal the Affordable Care Act health care law, Republicans have a responsibility to pass it, U.S. Sen. Chuck Grassley said Wednesday.

In a conference call with Iowa reporters, Grassley expressed support for the Graham-Cassidy health care reform proposal currently before the Senate, arguing that the GOP has pledged to repeal the law known as Obamacare and must seize any opportunity to do so.

"You know, I could maybe give you 10 reasons why this bill shouldn't be considered," Grassley said. "But Republicans campaigned on this so often that you have a responsibility to carry out what you said in the campaign. That's pretty much as much of a reason as the substance of the bill."
This is a person who cannot be trusted to represent the people. He is a craven wreck, and his party is trash.


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Monday night, [personal profile] innie_darling and I met up to see the new Jake Gyllenhaal/Tatiana Maslany movie about the Boston Marathon bombing, Stronger. The acting was good, I thought. It was not the kind of movie I would have sought out on my own, but I was glad to have seen it.

While we were waiting for the movie to start, we were talking about fannish things as per usual, and about how I sometimes classify a pairing as "I don't not ship it" and in thinking about it more over the past couple of days, I came up with my own personal taxonomy of shipping:

- OTP OF OTPS (i.e., the all-time greats, ironclad, no matter what)
- I ship it!
- I don't not ship it
- I could/might be convinced to ship it
- I don't care (i.e., if it shows up in a story that otherwise has things going for it, I'll keep reading, but I don't seek it out)
- meh, I don't ship it / it bores me so I don't read it
- I dislike it but whatever, other people can do what they like, I can scroll past
- NOTP (i.e., it's blocked so I don't have to sully my eyes with it)

Generally, when I talk about a pairing as as "I don't not ship it," I mean that they are people who are most definitely weird about each other, which is one of my personal flags for shipping, but in this particular classification, I don't care if they are having sex with each other or not (or with other people, depending), as long as they are somehow together – partners, brothers, whatever. I think (I hope!) it's implicit that I understand why people would ship them*, but I just...don't take that particular read on the relationship under most circumstances.

*as opposed to pairings where I don't.

And if they are having sex, I personally prefer it not to be framed romantically? Or, rather, in most cases, in terms of canon (rather than AU) settings, I don't find the usual shippy romantic tropes particularly interesting with these sorts of pairings. I mean, sure, 'there's only one bed' or fake dating are always on the table, but I don't feel like even those tropes should follow the regular narrative path. The clearest examples we came up with were Sam/Dean and Mal/Zoe, and I mean, I don't see either of those pairings as people who go on dates or have traditionally madcap rom com hijinks (which isn't to say that that couldn't be done with great results, but I don't think it could be played straight, as it were [I mean, Sam/Dean is incest, so it has its own challenges]). And she threw in Middleman/Wendy (which I do ship more traditionally), and I brought up Obi-Wan/Anakin, which is what I'm having complicated feelings about lately, and so it seems like a useful category to have. idk.


The business of California

Sep. 21st, 2017 02:04 pm
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Posted by Judy G. Russell

Reading the ads

In just about every county, in most cities and many small towns, there is one source a genealogist can count on at least for background information about the time and the place.

It’s the newspapers.

Published once a week or once a day, sometimes less and sometimes more, their columns were filled with the news that warms the cockles of a genealogist’s heart.1

The Legal Genealogist was poking around in some old California newspapers last night in anticipation of this Saturday’s all-day seminar of the California Genealogical Society in Berkeley, and noticed one thing that — I suspect — tends not to be a main focus when we look at newspapers for genealogical information.

I mean, I’m sure we all devour the news columns of any local paper published in the areas where our families lived. We want all the juicy stories — the comings and goings — the births and weddings and anniversaries and deaths.

And I hope we all know that the legal notices can also be chock full of important details: letting us know about a court case that was pending or naming the heirs who are getting notice of an estate that’s being settled.

These are the parts of the paper that, I hope, we all read line by line page by page.

But what about the regular plain paid advertisements?

How often do our eyes skip over those, our minds already on fast-forward-past-the-ads?

Don’t do it.

Read the ads too. You might be surprised at how much genealogical information you can find in the advertising columns as well.

Case in point: the June 1, 1874 issue of the Oakland Evening Tribune.

There are ads right there on the first page of that newspaper that the modern eye really wants to skip over.

But if we let our modern eye do that, here’s what we miss:

• That F. Chappallet was a dealer in wood and coal, and his business was on Eighth Street, between Broadway and Franklin.2

• That Thomas O. Neil was a dealer in foreign and domestic wines and liquors, an agent for William Woodward’s wines and brandies and Diamond O.J. Whisky, His business was on the southeast corner of Washington and Seventh Street.3

• That James R. Smith was the proprietor of the Overland House, a “New Complete and Commodious Hotel at the Northwest corner of Broadway and First street… located within a convenient distance of the Overland and San Jose trains” with rooms that were “pleasant and newly furnished.” Oh, and he was “late of the Oakland House.”4

• That A. Strobel was the manager of the Fredericksburg Lager at 962 Broadway. You could buy beer there in 10-gallon kegs.5

• That Mack Webber’s Orange Flower Cologne was “unequaled for the toilet” and available at the corner of Broadway and Eleventh Street.6

• That Oakland had a new Cornet Band with A. Piepenburg as its leader, offering the best music furnished for balls, parties, picnics, and parades even on shortest notice, from a business at 461 Sixth Street, between Broadway and Washington.7

• That one-half acre lots were being offered by the Berkeley Villa Association in “the new town of Berkeley.” You just needed $20 down and could pay it off at $10 a month. The land was within one-half mile of the State University,… beautifully situated, commanding a magnificent view of San Francisco Bay and its surroundings.8

And that’s just on one page. There’s more on every page. The charges for a furnished room. The business dealings of so many people who came to town after the 1870 census and were gone before the 1880 census. How much land was selling for. Where people would have bought their beer or their ice cream or stabled their horses.

Now you can find the Oakland Tribune on microfilm at the California State Library. Current issues from 2001 are at GenealogyBank. And essentially the whole run from 1874 is online at NewspaperArchive.com (which can also be accessed through FindMyPast) and at Newspapers.com and Ancestry. All of the online sites are by subscription.

But however and wherever you find it… don’t overlook the ads.

There are some genealogical gems in there.

The business of California, and of ordinary Californians, in the advertising columns.


  1. Whatever those are, and whyever they would need warming…
  2. Advertisement, Oakland Evening Tribune, 1 June 1874, p. 1, col. 2; digital images, Newspapers.com (http://www.newspapers.com : accessed 20 Sep 2017).
  3. Ibid.
  4. Ibid. And I assume that means he used to run that place, not that he was dead. At least I hope not.
  5. Ibid.
  6. Ibid., p. 1, col. 3.
  7. Ibid.
  8. Ibid., p. 1, col. 4.

Feel the Breeze

Sep. 21st, 2017 08:30 am
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Posted by Melissa McEwan

I had the distinct honor of being a guest on the latest episode of my friend Andrea Grimes' Traitor Radio podcast. If you can't listen to it, no worries! Andrea provides a complete transcript for every episode, which you will find at the link. (Just scroll down.)

The format of Traitor Radio is really cool: Following an introduction by Andrea, guests tell a story, then do a brief Q&A with Andrea before giving "homework" — that is, practical advice for making change in their own lives and the rest of the world.

For my episode, I told a story about being a fat woman seeking the breeze, which may be familiar to some of you.

I hope you enjoy it! My thanks to Andrea for inviting me to be a guest on Traitor Radio. ♥

A Series of Unfortunate Monograms

Sep. 21st, 2017 01:00 pm
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Posted by Jen

Who thought this was a good idea?


Or this?

(Never in my life have I so fervently hoped that a cake was chocolate.)


Or, Aunt Flo help us, this?

"So, when's the party?"

"At the end of the month."


Amy M., Jenna B., & Kim W., URQTs. At least, I like to think that you are. Not in a creepy way, of course, or like I know firsthand because I secretly stalk you or anything...that would just be weird. I mean, look, I'm just trying to give you a friendly compliment, in a completely platonic, non-stalker-esque kind of way, Ok? Ok. As you were.


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Posted by Steve Benen

Remember when there was a question about whether Trump's actions were themselves the subject of a federal investigation? That no longer appears to be in doubt.
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Posted by Mark Oshiro

In the second part of “Not On My Patch,” I realize I’m glad I’m reading this now so I can annoy all of you with my screeching about Halloween. Intrigued? Then it’s time for Mark to read Young Wizards. 

Trigger Warning: For prolonged discussion of overprotective parenting and brief mentions of parental abuse. 

So, I’m the child of overprotective parents.

It’s like we have a code. It’s one of those experiences that almost instantly bonds those who have gone through it. I can tell someone has had overprotective parents with just the slightest hint or reference that a person might make, and then it’s like a dam bursting. This happened to me LITERALLY last month with a new friend I made, and we spent nearly an hour swapping stories and bonding over our shared misery.

I bring this up because I wanted to answer Ronan’s question: what happens to kids whose parents don’t give them any freedom? Obviously, there’s no universal answer. Similarities, sure! And studies done on kids like me have shown of preponderance of behaviors linked to strict parenting, but I definitely don’t want anyone to feel like they’re weird or anything because they turned out differently or actually appreciated their parents’ style. (I’ve met those people, too!)

The most immediate answer is that I ran away from home. Mine is an extreme case, and I have no problem admitting that. Abuse was heavily tied into the strict upbringing I had, so it’s often impossible to separate the two. Not always, though! How that strictness manifested often relied on trust: my parents simply did not trust me to make my own decisions. That ranged from the more obvious issues – things like extracurricular activities, having friends outside of school, curfews and bedtimes – right down to the absurd and mundane. I was not allowed to use a steak knife until I was 15. I was not allowed to check out books from the library without supervision. (Still did it anyway.) I could not leave the property of my home for any reason. No walks. No hikes. No trips to a corner store, to the park across the street, to even the small lot the Home Owner’s Association had built that was just one house away from hours. It was considered a privilege to get the mail. To watch any television show that wasn’t animated or on PBS. To get to stay up past my bedtime, which was only allowed on Fridays and Saturday’s, wherein we got an extra hour.

I imagine it might be easy to understand how a person might feel frustrated or stressed by all of this, and you’d be correct. At school, everyone knew my mother had an iron grip on my life, so much so that by the time I got to high school, my friends just stopped inviting me to do literally anything. So a disparity grew; there was a chasm between what my peers were doing and experiencing and what I was. I knew they had sleepovers; dates; birthday parties; homework sessions; casual kickbacks; they went to the movies, to shows, to plays; they were living and I was stuck.

The major justification for this was success: my parents wanted me to get good grades and get into college. Yet even as I performed to their exacting standards, two things happened: I developed an intense and debilitating anxiety of failure, and I was never rewarded for meeting goals. I’ll be straight with y’all: it took me as long as I did to finish my first novel because I couldn’t get over the terror of failure. On a more positive note, though, I stopped doing things to please my parents! When I was kicked out at 16 and ran off to live with friends and teachers, I made a decision to succeed in high school for myself. Whew, spite became a BEAUTIFUL THING for me!!! I succeeded to show everyone that I was my own person, that I chose to be smart and get good grades, and it remains one of the achievements I’m most proud of.

But the effects of that overprotective relationship continued to crop up in my life for at least a decade. One thing I’ve found I have in common with other people like myself is that it often took years for us to not second guess every decision we made. We were so used to catering our every waking moment to the desires and whims of our parents that once that structure disappeared, we still tried to maintain the behavior. It’s awful! I got used to having to consider if any act of mine would be interpreted as a rebellion or an insult, you know?

This isn’t universal either, but many of us with strict parenting in our childhoods also have an utter revulsion for authority, even when that authority presents itself as a benign or positive thing. When you spend more than a decade being told what to do at every turn, it’s kinda hard NOT to resent that.  I’ve gotten better at this, though! (Shoutout to the very tiny bit of therapy I got seven and a half years ago for that.)

But it’s not all negative. I am a fiercely independent person, and I had to learn that very, very quickly when I was 16. That drive – motivated largely by the knowledge that I did not have any traditional support systems – helped me survive my chaotic twenties, and it also gave me a framework to apply to Mark Does Stuff when THAT started taking over my life. I suppose there’s some spite in that, too, but again: nothin’ wrong with a little pettiness to fuel your world.

Which brings me to a jarring change in topic and tone: HALLOWEEN RULES. I have no idea what is in store for me in the remainder of this story, but the setting has given me the perfect jolt of joy imaginable. I saw a post on Twitter recently about how September is basically a month-long eve of Halloween, SO THIS IS PERFECT. APPROPRIATE! THEMATIC SYNCHRONICITY!

Let’s talk about haunted houses. A few years ago, I had the utter pleasure of attending the Pirates of Emerson theme park with the lovely Seanan McGuire. Now, let me first say that I highly, highly recommend this place because THEY GO SUPER HARD. Their themes are generally fantastic, there’s a lot of immersion, and the cornfield maze alone is a work of beauty. Also, don’t go with Seanan because nothing frightens her and she will absolutely sacrifice you to every single thing that jumps out to frighten you. This is 100% what happened to me and I’ve barely since recovered.

But I loved the experience, y’all. It’s fun to suspend disbelief for a moment, to believe something that is, upon any examination, utterly unbelievable. It’s why Halloween and horror have long been huge sources of entertainment in my life. I’ve chased that “high” that comes with feeling frightened for a long time, and it’s so fun when it actually happens. That includes that damn collection of haunted houses at Pirates of Emerson, and you better believe I went to all of them. I HAD MY SPIRIT RIPPED OUT OF ME, OKAY.

I’ve been to the haunted houses at Great America in San Jose, too, and there was one there back in like… 2011, I think? Anyway, there was a long passageway you had to walk through made of canvas, and there were fans that blew on either side of it, so you had to squeeze your way through it, and then people TOUCHED YOU, and it was one of the best thrills I’ve ever experienced. It was meant to mimic walking through a pitch black passageway of ghosts, and y’all. My life was RUINED.

Anyway, I’m very excited to see what the next bit of this journey has in store for me. Are they gonna fight a possessed pumpkin? PLEASE.

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The Surgery

Sep. 20th, 2017 09:35 pm
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The surgery didn't go as I was hoping today. They pulled the stones out with a scope (no sonic waves). I had two more they hadn't seen on the left. And then they put another stent in. I'm in just as much pain as before. I still have to go back, probably two or three more times--once to remove the new stent, once to break up the other stones (for which they'll probably stent the other side), and once to have =that= stent removed. I'm not handling this well.

Question of the Day

Sep. 20th, 2017 06:00 pm
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Posted by Melissa McEwan

Suggested by Shaker AmeliaEve: "How did you learn to cook?"

Some basics from family and home ec classes in middle school. Mostly just from trial and error on my own. Trying to recreate things I ate at restaurants was a primary way of expanding my cooking skills, which are decent. I make a few great dishes and a lot of competent ones, lol.

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