Disarm

Gun Culture, USA. All photographs from Plymouth, Massachusetts. All photographs from one block.

Ban idiots? But one is the Republican Presidential Candidate who loves guns, hates Jewish people, and thinks the world would be better with more hate.

How do you ban the idiots when the idiots have the guns?

Disarm. Disarm. Disarm.

Sometimes the obvious and simple solutions eludes the idiots.

(The store selling "Guns Are Welcome On Premises" sign was also selling a 'vintage' Canadian $20 bill (the $20 bill in current circulation) for 25.95 USD. The bank next door? 15.33USD for 20 CAD.)

I don't think 'vintage' means what they think it means.

The idiots are S.M.R.T.

How about we ban idiots AND guns? Seems a lot more intelligent to me. And we do it EVERYWHERE. I'm not a sanctimonious Canadian who thinks Canadians are immune to gun culture. We have less access to the types of guns but every nation in the West and many in Africa, the Middle East, and South-East Asia are infected with the gun culture disease.

How many more people of colour around the world have to die before people do the right thing???

Fuck the right to bear arms! The right to not be murdered with easily accessed, automatic, military grade weapons should be a prioritized, superior right. The *anti-choicers should put their pro-life efforts into lives that exist and are being extinguished.

*anti-choicers seeking to control a woman's right to bodily autonomy will be featured in photos on this blog soon.

We Is Sleepin', Mama

All Gender Washroom: Doing It Right

I took two 10 year olds for lunch and board games at The Gamer's Lodge today.

I had to pee. The Gamer's Lodge wins for well-played (see what I did there?) and as it should be:

Black and white because it should be as simple as that.

Post Op

Tired Kiddo, post op.

You pounced me. When I feel better, there will be consequences.

Thing 1

Thing 1 and Thing 2 joined our family recently. They have already grown so much! 

They are aptly named mischievous house-wrecking balls of destruction and delight.

Thing 1, in a rare moment of repose:

 

Doll Me

I had a beloved Auntie Bea. I had planned to name my child after her and after my Great Nan: Beatrix Violet. It never happened. Perhaps this doll can receive the name instead.

Auntie Bea had not completed the doll she was making for me when she died (it's been about 15 years.) My Nana, whose name I have, couldn't leave Doll Me, now Beatrix Violet, unfinished. I had mailed a portion of my hair for the doll. My Nana learned to make human hair into a head of doll hair. It's my hair on her head.

The porcelain version of me. In shoes and clothing sewn by Auntie Bea (whose name was not Beatrix, but Beryl, though I didn't know the truth of her name until she was dead. I always assumed "Bea" was short for Beatrix,) the doll version of me is more carefully assembled, attired, and prepared for the world than I.

It's a shame she sits in our bedroom where no one but us sees her. Auntie Bea and Nana worked so hard.

Beatrix Violet is cherished.

I wish Auntie Bea had seen the completion of her beautiful creation.

University of Alberta Hospital Bathroom Stall Graffiti

Hospitals are sad. I sat in one today, waiting for my little one undergoing dental surgery (just a reality for him/us; not the more heartbroken or sorrowful reasons that take many people to ER, surgery, disease/illness treatments.)

I'd had a latté and a bottle of water so I needed to pee.

The bathroom stall I chose was surprisingly up-lifting. Bathroom stall graffiti is usually cruel or mean-spirited or shaming... this was quite the opposite. I only had the camera on my phone to capture images with, meaning the phrases in ballpoint pen were too lacking in contrast with the stall wall to be picked up.

I will go back. (Let's collectively imagine me skulking around hospital bathrooms to see if this was an isolated stall or a hospital bathroom movement...)

For now, I offer this one phrase of encouragement scrawled in what appeared to be Sharpie marker:

A lovely thing to encounter in a place full of desolate, desperate people, illness, and death.