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  1. sesamestreet:

Someone’s getting very excited for Comic Con.

ARB Grover.

    sesamestreet:

    Someone’s getting very excited for Comic Con.

    ARB Grover.

  2. cloudya:

My dad was arrested a few months ago.
That’s hard to say. It’s even harder to believe.
Out of the blue, some cops showed up at my dad’s door and told him someone had accused him of theft and assault. My dad was locked up. He was subjected to a full body search and put in a jail cell. He had to spend the night there while my family scrambled to make bail.
But here’s the thing: my dad was working at the time of the alleged crime. He’s a delivery person for a pharmaceutical company. He has his clients’ signatures and paperwork, as well as their verbal confirmations that they saw him, as evidence to back him up. He has his cell phone triangulation data which puts him nowhere near the alleged victim. Moreover, my dad is not a criminal. He’s not violent. He’s 65 years old. He’s a freaking vegan.
None of this matters. All you need in order to be arrested is an accusation. The police didn’t check my dad’s whereabouts or look into the feasibility of the accuser’s story. They didn’t care. The reality of the justice system is that you are guilty until you can prove yourself innocent.
And good luck with that because it’s going to cost you.  Bail fees, attorney fees, court fees – my dad has had to deal with all of them. And then, to make matters worse, his company fired him because he now has an arrest record.
What about the accuser?  It has since surfaced that he’s acquainted with of one of the men on my dad’s delivery route. This man was angry because my dad refused to leave deliveries on without obtaining a signature. My dad refused to do this because it’s against the law. He is required to get a signature. So this man concocted a way to teach my dad a lesson. He supplied his friend with my dad’s name and description, and he got him to tell a lie. A lie that has cost my dad his job, his savings, and his pride. A lie that is still hanging over him as court dates get pushed back and back and back.
The evidence is with my dad.  His case is open and shut. He is innocent. Unfortunately, prosecutors keep asking for and receiving more time to prepare. This has now dragged on for over 7 months. Until he gets his hearing, my dad is unable to work. He has to pay his lawyer’s retainer. He has to pay the mortgage. He has to make ends meet.
My dad has paid over $14,000 in legal fees. Now he’s unemployed and still owes upwards of $7500. My brother and I have given him everything we have. And still, the costs keep piling up. We are drowning.
I’ve started a fund to raise money for my dad. If you can donate just one dollar or two, it would help us out so much. If you can’t, please consider reblogging? Anything you can do – anything at all – would be incredibly appreciated.
The truth is that this isn’t the kind of thing you want to share with the world.  I don’t want to stand, hat-in-hand, before my friends and say, “help me.” But I have to. For my dad, who taught me that we do whatever we can to help the ones we love. He has always, always fought for me. So it’s my turn to fight for him.

    cloudya:

    My dad was arrested a few months ago.

    That’s hard to say. It’s even harder to believe.

    Out of the blue, some cops showed up at my dad’s door and told him someone had accused him of theft and assault. My dad was locked up. He was subjected to a full body search and put in a jail cell. He had to spend the night there while my family scrambled to make bail.

    But here’s the thing: my dad was working at the time of the alleged crime. He’s a delivery person for a pharmaceutical company. He has his clients’ signatures and paperwork, as well as their verbal confirmations that they saw him, as evidence to back him up. He has his cell phone triangulation data which puts him nowhere near the alleged victim. Moreover, my dad is not a criminal. He’s not violent. He’s 65 years old. He’s a freaking vegan.

    None of this matters. All you need in order to be arrested is an accusation. The police didn’t check my dad’s whereabouts or look into the feasibility of the accuser’s story. They didn’t care. The reality of the justice system is that you are guilty until you can prove yourself innocent.

    And good luck with that because it’s going to cost you.  Bail fees, attorney fees, court fees – my dad has had to deal with all of them. And then, to make matters worse, his company fired him because he now has an arrest record.

    What about the accuser?  It has since surfaced that he’s acquainted with of one of the men on my dad’s delivery route. This man was angry because my dad refused to leave deliveries on without obtaining a signature. My dad refused to do this because it’s against the law. He is required to get a signature. So this man concocted a way to teach my dad a lesson. He supplied his friend with my dad’s name and description, and he got him to tell a lie. A lie that has cost my dad his job, his savings, and his pride. A lie that is still hanging over him as court dates get pushed back and back and back.

    The evidence is with my dad.  His case is open and shut. He is innocent. Unfortunately, prosecutors keep asking for and receiving more time to prepare. This has now dragged on for over 7 months. Until he gets his hearing, my dad is unable to work. He has to pay his lawyer’s retainer. He has to pay the mortgage. He has to make ends meet.

    My dad has paid over $14,000 in legal fees. Now he’s unemployed and still owes upwards of $7500. My brother and I have given him everything we have. And still, the costs keep piling up. We are drowning.

    I’ve started a fund to raise money for my dad. If you can donate just one dollar or two, it would help us out so much. If you can’t, please consider reblogging? Anything you can do – anything at all – would be incredibly appreciated.

    The truth is that this isn’t the kind of thing you want to share with the world.  I don’t want to stand, hat-in-hand, before my friends and say, “help me.” But I have to. For my dad, who taught me that we do whatever we can to help the ones we love. He has always, always fought for me. So it’s my turn to fight for him.

  3. the-critical-mass:


xysciences:

Alka Seltzer put into water in zero gravity.

Plop plop fizz fizz….


That’s the second time I’ve scrolled by this gif today with the same reaction. As I’m scrolling, half my focus on the world about me and half on my dashboard, both times I’ve missed the first few frames/seconds of the animation. When I notice it, it is a sphere that appears to be undergoing massive cellular reproduction, as though I’m watching a zygote in its first few hours of existence.

Which makes that Alka-Seltzer tablet the BIGGEST DAMN SPERM CELL EVER.

    the-critical-mass:

    xysciences:

    Alka Seltzer put into water in zero gravity.

    Plop plop fizz fizz….

    That’s the second time I’ve scrolled by this gif today with the same reaction. As I’m scrolling, half my focus on the world about me and half on my dashboard, both times I’ve missed the first few frames/seconds of the animation. When I notice it, it is a sphere that appears to be undergoing massive cellular reproduction, as though I’m watching a zygote in its first few hours of existence.

    Which makes that Alka-Seltzer tablet the BIGGEST DAMN SPERM CELL EVER.

    (via causticgrip)

  4. Earplug protocol in effect.

    Earplug protocol in effect.

  5. Clarification on Tumblr Birthday

    That’s not mine (mine’s older than five years); rather, that’s Too Many Cooks.

    A five-year old Tumblr that hasn’t had anything written on it in 3.5 years. Awesome.

  6. Too Many Cooks turned 5 today!

And how sad, that we’ve written nothing there for so very long.

    Too Many Cooks turned 5 today!

    And how sad, that we’ve written nothing there for so very long.

  7. Thursday…that means something…

    I am so angry, a subterranean ocean of superheated, super-pressurized magma courses through my veins. It’s been years since I’ve felt this level of constant irritation and bitterness and helplessness and frustration; it’s been years since every small injustice engendered such outsized explosions of vitriol and rage.

    There is nothing but to push through and try, try, to contain my rage. To redirect it down moderately safe channels, hot lava rivers running away from homes and schools.

    It’s unlikely to drop soon, this rage, as nothing is falling my way. The winds are unfavorable; the tides are unfavorable; the moon and stars mock and spite me with their turnings.

  8. whedonismaster:


Alyson Hannigan and her stunt-doubles for BtVS’s Doppelgangland (3.16).

    whedonismaster:

    Alyson Hannigan and her stunt-doubles for BtVS’s Doppelgangland (3.16).

    (via rainydaykelli)

  9. open a poorly-lit bar where the bartenders work from behind two-way mirrors. make the patrons have to order their drinks three times. only serve bloody marys.