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Education was a recurring theme for me for awhile. I took the liberty of collecting some correspondence below. Hopefully it stimulates some thoughts for everyone who reads it.

Mr Bungle said:

Our daughter, Jessi, is 14. She is, frankly, a square peg–we have raised her so on purpose. She is artistically expressive, a thoughtful and interesting person, an active scuba diver with her sights on becoming a Marine Biologist, and a pretty damn cool kid.

She identifies most with a quasi-punk ethic. She likes taking responsibility for the kind of image she presents.

She saved up for and bought a longish velvet coat, which she loves and wears a great deal of the time. I had clothing affectations myself as a kid: pretty much everyone goes through this.

However, the school identified it as a “red flag”. We got a letter home, concerned that Jessi might have “body image issues” and hides her body under the coat.
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Welcome to my website!

Feel free to adopt any of these blinkies for your TCOYF/Ovusoft sig files or posts. I made all of them (except the ‘Women of the Midwest’ one.)

Contact me if you have a custom blinky in mind and I’ll see what I can do. – Michelle (mush)

Hooray!

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These were all made my me, by request from Necktie.

Feel free to use them. A link back would be lovely.

– If you’re complaining (“Those aren’t your blinkies! You stold one from my friend who didn’t give you PERMISSION because s/he foolishly believes that someone will pay her/him for making animated GIFs! WAAAH!”), please be certain to include your email address so I can contact you. If you don’t, I’ll delete your message.

Adopted

The blinkies below were all taken from sites that allowed free ‘adoption’. I realize some of them might just possibly have been on those sites without their makers’ permission (gasp!), but since I think the widespread ‘culture’ of blinky-makers is absurd I’d like to place my argument here.

Blinkies are silly and should be free

Many sites which showcase custom blinkies have absurd rules: You can adopt only if you sign up, You can adopt only if you promise to use a Javascript to keep people from being able to “steal” the artwork; You can’t adopt at all but you can order custom images for money; You can use the images but you MUST link back and run a script… It’s stupid.

These little images are perfectly adorable (no doubt about that!) , but they’re not valuable. Copy-protecting a blinky is like locking an empty pop can up in a safe: no one cares about the nickel but you.

I’m not making any money posting these images here, and I sure as hell ain’t hurting anyone by giving these childish little images free exposure. I mean, come on, people. They’re blinkies. Any good graphic artist could crank out hundreds per day; we we all know they have no monetary value whatsoever.

If you really do own one or more of the adopted blinkies shown here and you want me to remove them, naturally I will. Just contact me. But think about it: your work has made it to the site of a total stranger. Isn’t that the point? Do you really think I’m damaging your livlihood somehow by showcasing your work for free? Are you honestly offended that I liked your work enough to want a copy of my own?

Just a thought.

Now: on to the blinkies!
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The Law of Fives is one of the oldest Erisian Mysterees. It was first revealed to Good Lord Omar and is one of the great contributions to come from The Hidden Temple of The Happy Jesus.
 

POEE subscribes to the Law of Fives of Omar’s sect. And POEE also recognizes the holy 23 (2+3=5) that is incorporated by Episkopos Dr. Mordecai Malignatus, KNS, into his Discordian sect, The Ancient Illuminated Seers of Bavaria.

The Law of Fives states simply that: ALL THINGS HAPPEN IN FIVES, OR ARE DIVISIBLE BY OR ARE MULTIPLES OF FIVE, OR ARE SOMEHOW DIRECTLY OR INDIRECTLY APPROPRIATE TO 5.

The Law of Fives is never wrong.

In the Erisian Archives is an old memo from Omar to Mal-2: “I find the Law of Fives to be more and more manifest the harder I look.”

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I miscarried.

I sat here reading about labor, that was a Godsend and helped me to think of the pain as a natural thing, I started breathing through it even before I really realized how bad the pain was getting. I had to pee, and it was nearly noon, so I took my cell to the bathroom with me. Brett called while I was in there, here to take me for lunch.

So I went and got in the truck, and talked with Brett for a quarter of the drive, and by then the cramping was intense, so I told Brett that I was in pain… he comforted me (as well as he could while driving) and we continued the ride home. The bumps on the road hurt, my uterus was cramping, and my lower intestine was (and still is) feeling very, very sore and tender.

I didn’t cry until I got home, in the kitchen Brett reached for me and I let it out. We sat on the couch and he held me. I was hungry, so when I stopped crying we went back into the kitchen. He made tuna melts and heated the soup, and I went to the bathroom.
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Dr. Blair is really nice; Reni was right. He came in wearing a green tie with a cartoon character on it. The appointment was inconclusive.

I took the entire afternoon off. We hung out at Jim & Joy’s. Brett worked on his truck (he broke a tie rod end yesterday) and I hung out in the front yard with Joy and Ella. Ella really liked being outside in the spring breeze. We got me a bean burrito from Taco John’s and then drove to Keosauqua. I checked in, filled out some forms, and then went with the nurse.

She weighed me, asked me about my bleeding, had me pee in a cup (the cups there are weird and they come with a towelette you’re supposed to clean off with BEFORE you pee), took me to an examining room and took my pulse and blood pressure the old fashioned way. Apparently they don’t use digital instruments there, except thermometers. The good news is that I had lost a little weight on my diet, I’m 152. She asked me my pregnancy history. She asked me if we were trying to get pregnant, if I’d be upset if I miscarried. She left to get the doctor.
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I have tubercles! (Montgomery’s tubercles. They’re sweat glands. Brett looked it up this morning.) They’re weird little bumps on my boobs. I’m so knocked up! Eek! I’m happy, though. Brett’s gloating in an I-told-you-so kind of way. He hasn’t doubted it for a moment.

Since I have a doctor’s appointment today, and they’ll probably be poking at my boobs, I decided to shave off those hairs in the shower this morning. While I was doing that little chore, I discovered these bumps all over my areolas. I got out, dried off, and showed them to Brett. He said, “Yeah, you’re supposed to get those.” So I went and looked at my breasts in the mirror; they’re covered with light blue lines too: veins supplying blood flow. My breasts at least are definitely pregnant.
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