Category: Opinions

Mr Frothy Mix Of Fecal Matter And Lube That Is Sometimes The Byproduct Of Anal Sex (Aka Rick Santorum) has dropped out of the race? That just makes things seem so much better and brighter!

Or maybe it’s just because I’m realizing I only have a 4.5-5 hour shift tonight (depending on long closing keeps me). And that they’ve got no one between 5-6:30 for my position. And due to the fact that boyfriend has the car, I can’t go in. I mean, if it were just a matter of showing up, I’d suck it up, have taken the car, and dealt with it. But seeing as how you can’t clock in early without higher management approval (and they keep messing up the schedule like this…)

This post is now DIAMONDS


Sad doggy!

So, I was breezing through my livejournal friends list, and came upon this ad posted (credit: vintage_ads). It made me go @_@ so I thought I’d share it with you:

don't hurt the doggy!

Just…why? Why would you think this was a good idea? I can see so many things that could and probably would go wrong with this….especially if you were going fast! I know doggies sometimes like to stick their heads out windows, but they can also bring their heads back in…and god forbid something happened and the bag got ripped while you were driving…I mean, it IS only canvas….

I’m going to go pretend I never saw this ad, or hope that it went out of business soon because no one bought it and that’s why we don’t see them being sold today….

So, some people have decided that it’s a smart idea to go attack Libya. More violence, more deaths…

I thought this video appropriate…

Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Here’s to ending all the pointless violence in the world. You can all go and fights your wars, I’ll be over here in the corner, singing my peace songs…so close to the 8th anniversary of Iraq, have they learned nothing…? Violence only begets more violence, spread peace through peaceful means…

15 Random Facts

I feel like telling all of you random stuff about me. So, here, have some random facts!

1. I consider myself to be omnisexual. I view gender as a continuum, not a binary, so bisexual doesn’t really cover it. Yes, the word more often used is pansexual, but I like to be weird.. I just love everyone.

2. I have never smoked a cigarette. The only tobacco I’ve ever smoked was a few puffs of a hooka because it smelled (and tasted) delicious! Don’t like adictive drugs though, so at a few puffs of hooka it stays.

3. I am incapable of keeping my apartment clean. Whenever it gets even close, I get lazy and shit gets thrown everywhere. I’ve stopped trying to fight it.

4. I have 6 mice and a hedgehog as pets. They are the cutest things ever. One day, I will likely become a crazy cat lady, except for instead of cats, it will be all sorts of animals. But not yet, so I am staying with these for now.

5. I am a psych major, and hopefully I’ll be going to grad school in the fall.

6. I strongly believe that all victimless “crimes” should be legalized. No victim no crime! And yes, that includes all drugs. I’ll debate you, but before that, let me just say something about that particular subject: If it’s already illegal to do something (say, destroy someone’s property), why add another charge on top of it?

7. I will go on marathon television sessions when I am bored and left to my own devices. I’ve been known to watch entire shows in a weekend.

8. I drink FARRR too much soda. Not as much as I used to, but still a bunch.

9.I ❤ drag queens.

10. Bacon is one of my favorite foods, and one of the big reasons why I will never be a complete vegetarian…

11. I go through books like water, especially fantasy and sci fi books. Especially if they are in book form, not electronic form…

12. If I go over a certain amount of nights spent out of my on bed, I get cranky. My bed is all set up to be perfectly comfy for me. Plus, I have issues falling asleep in “new” situations.

13. I have an irrational love of potatoes. I would probably eat potatoes and only potatoes if I could survive doing so.

14. Boston is the only “big city” I’ve been to that I don’t think I would mind living in.. Can’t stand New York, but Boston is pretty awesome.

15. I am a feminist. No, that does not mean I hate men, or I want men above women, or anything like that. It just means I want people to be equal, regardless what’s between your legs (or the color of your skin, or your sexual orientation, or any silly things like that, but that’s for another time…)

I hate automatic flushing toilets. With a passion.

My school has installed them. Even in the library, which actually isn’t used all that much. I’m not quite sure why.

There are so many problems with them. Depending on how you use the toilet, there can be quite a bit of accidental flushing. If you sit down on the seat, if you lean forward AT ALL, FLUSH! Not only is water wasted, but now your butt is wet with nasty toilet water that, unless you flush it before you go, who knows what was in there…and yet my school installed these special flushing handles that supposedly save water that you flush one way for solid waste and another for liquid waste…seems like a bit of a null gain…

“But what about if you squat?” you ask! Well, then the wasted water is worst! The sensor seems to be right where you squat, because any movement at all seems to set it off!

And then, of course, there’s the problem of half the time it flushes before you’re done wiping. So you’ve got to decide between being an ass and leaving it there fore the next person to handle or waste more water with flushing it! And these things flush with such force that it sprinkles water all over the seat, making it look like you peed and sprayed. So you’re left with leaving it, wiping it up and trying to flush it which simply perpetuates the problem, or wipe it off and carry it to a different trash can (if there even is one! My school is good at forgetting things like that) and get weird looks from people for carrying a piece of wadded up toilet paper outside of the stall…


Side rant I made to friends one time after one too many drinks:

If you aren’t a douche, you should put the seat down after you pee, at least, in private bathrooms (public bathrooms are a bit different, and unrelated to this side rant). Not even just because of girls. Let me break it down.

So, there are boys and girls. Both boys and girls pee and poop. So, for the sake of this argument…let’s just say they pee and poop at about equal rates. So, that’s 4 equal options. Girls put the seat down for peeing and pooping. Guys have the seat down for pooping. Therefore, 75% of the time, the seat needs to be down. Therefore, the probability of the seat needing to be down is much higher than the seat is going to be needed up. Three times higher, as a matter of fact. So, therefore, be kind to the other people needing the bathroom, and put the seat down…

The Flower


So, this is a cool animation. Replace the flower with marijuana, and you’ll see why marijuana prohibition is silly.

My post for today: A short story about something that happened to me recently ^_^

So, recently, I was sitting in one of my classes waiting for the professor to walk in.  When he does, I see he’s wearing a big ol’ A pin. Most of you probably have no idea what I’m talking about, so here’s a picture…


Atheism A

It looked like this! Click the picture for source


I was excited! I knew what it was talking about!

It wasn’t a reference to The Scarlett Letter as my mother thought. Oh no, it was an atheism pin! I had seen some online, and some references online, but it was the first time I had ever seen one in public.

Being quite an open atheist myself (I don’t know if I ever mentioned that here…hi! I’m Momo the atheist! If I haven’t, I’ll be writing a more comprehensive post about why I believe what I believe soon…) I had to go up and talk to him after class.

“Does that A pin mean what I think it means?” I asked, a hopeful note in my voice.

“What do you think it means?” The professor asked back.

“I think that it’s an atheism pin!” I replied back, excitedly.

“You’re right!” the professor replied.

“Awesome! So excited! I’ve seen those pins online but had never seen one in real life!” I explained.

He then went on to explain how more of the population is atheist than most people think and how just because someone doesn’t explicitly state they’re an atheist doesn’t mean they aren’t, and the like. Which was kinda meh, ’cause I already knew that.

The really cool thing about it happened at the end of the next class. As I was packing up, getting ready to leave, he came over, and asked, “Hey, want a pin?” and put something on the desk.

It was this:


A button

This is what he gave for source!


Off topic, but that came from the same website the first one came for…hmmm….oddly enough, the guy seems to be a hardcore Christian….confuses me, but meh.

Anyways, I was quite pleased. He saw how excited about it I was so he gave me one of my own! It currently sits on the strap of my mini backpack (which I use as a combination purse/school backpack….just swap out the folders before you go to class the next day…), and decided it looked lonely, so I added some other cool pins/buttons I have. including my “I think therefore I’m dangerous” one, my “Free Hugs!” with a rainbow one, and my Bowie pin, among others 🙂 It reminds me of middle school and high school, when my friends and I used to sew patches onto our messenger bags and put pins all over them to show how “different” we were. I was so silly back then. But I like it, having the pins. I’ve been trying to avoid ruffling too many people’s feathers recently, not saying controversial things in class, or participate in online comment wars…I have to let off steam somehow 🙂

That’s all for today’s Momo blog. If wordpress likes me well enough, you -should- be getting a new post tomorrow. Hope all is well!

In leiu of finishing the more “serious” posts I have in draft mode, I’m going to share a cute story with you that happened a few weeks ago…

So, I have six pet mice. Ghost, who is grey and white, Lanfear, who is an albino, Padawan, Bastilla, and unnamed (I haven’t figured out what to call her yet) which are various different combinations of being mostly brown with a white bottom and white patches on the top, and “Crackmouse”, who has a real name but i always call her by her nickname because it fits so well, who is black and white.

It started, as most things do, with boyfriend and I watching a movie. All of a sudden, I see movement near the mouse tank that catches my eye. I turn on the light next to the bed…and see crackmouse on top of the tank! Oh dear! So I go over there to try to fix this, because I didn’t want her to get out and get caught somewhere, because our apartment isn’t really “mouse friendly”.  So, I slowly walk over there…and I manage to get her in my hands… but since I wasn’t able to catch her tail, she was able to slip out of my hands (mice are contortionists, I swear) and ended up on the floor.


So, the race to get my adorable little mouse back in her tank before something horrible happened had begun! First she was near the heater. I didn’t want her near that, because there’s a bit of a hole around where the heat comes in that she could get down and get who knows where. But I knew the room itself was near the upper limit of comfortable mouse temperatures, and figured that the metal heater was a lot hoter, so I defended the hole while trying to shoo her to boyfriend, who was trying to catch her. By hand, unfortunately. He failed, and mousie-puu got under his desk, and then ran under my dresser! Oh no! No way to get her out without hurting her besides luring her out, because the dresser is heavy and tipping it on its side would scare the mouse, making her potentially go anywhere!

Then, I came up with a brilliant solution: Peanut butter! Contrary to popular myth, a mouse’s favorite food is not cheese. Baiting mouse traps (hopefully the kind that you can use to not hurt them and release them into the wild later…I cringe whenever I think of snapping mouse traps now…) with peanut butter will get you a LOT further. So, I made sure the floor in front of my dresser was clean, and smeared some peanut butter on the floor in front of the dresser, because she couldn’t run out the sides. When she came out, boyfriend attacked, trying to trap her in tupperware, but alas, she was too fast! She ran into a corner next to my dresser, populated by a safe, which, while moveable, but we didn’t want to move it because it made it harder for her to get out from where we had her trapped. Boyfriend put the jar of peanut butter on one side, the tupperware on the other, and used a stick to shoo her towards the peanut butter. When she got close enough to smell it, she went over, took a few tentative licks at it….and then walked right in (it was a somewhat used jar of peanut butter…maybe half full at best?) Boyfriend siezed the opportunity, and picked up the jar and put the cap on it (not twisted shut…just clapped it on top and held it there…) I quickly carried it back to the tank, and proceeded to count the mice….there were two still missing! Oh no, half of my mice escaped!

So, there was much swearing, and trying to figure out what happened. Ended up discovering that when I had been feeding them earlier, I had left a piece of plastic askew. It was just enough so that the mice could climb to the top of the water bottle and then jump and grab the plastic and climb up. I never would have thought they could make it, but obviously I was wrong.

The search for the remaining two mice continued, for I did not want to have to buy mouse traps of any sort, and getting a mouse trap for my own mice seemed kinda silly. My mouse tank is on a shelf. There are two shelves, a lower one and an upper one, and under the upper one, there’s a rod that I can use to hang my clothes, because the only closet we have is a small coat closet. We started moving the clothes, because we figured we’d start near where the mice lived and move out. Bastilla ended up being caught up in my hoodie. We quickly trapped her in the hood and let her out back in the tank. We went through all my hanging clothes and still couldn’t find the unnamed one…until I started putting the clothes back. She was crawling around on my kimono. So cute! Trapped her up in it and let her out. At that point,. I went and rearranged all their toys and messed up their bedding, because they mark territory and I wasn’t sure how long the other two mice had been missing. They freaked out. The one who freaked out the most was Crackmouse. She was shaking and jumping all over the place even before I messed up the bedding. Then I moved the bedding, and they all acted like that, except Crackmouse was the worst by far, jumping all over the place instead of walking, seeming incapable of standing still…it was funny and somehow adorable.

Thankfully, no mice escapes have happened since then, due to vigilance on my side. But I wish I could let the mice run free. They’re so cute, and I feel like they’d be less scared of me holding them if they were always around me like that. But they’d escape, or get into something they weren’t supposed to get into, or end up accidentally getting stepped on in the middle of the night….

But, still, it breaks my heart when I’m looking at them through the glass and it’s little nose goes all twitchy and then puts her little paw, that looks almost like a little hand, up against the glass…and then I put my finger, about the size of her paw, up against the glass. They’re too cute for their own good. It makes me feel conflicted. On one hand, I give them food, water, shelter, clean bedding, and enough heat to make sure they stay nice and warm and happy. But on the other hand…they like trying to escape. Is it okay to cage something for its own good? The only way they wouldn’t be caged was if I let them free, but they’ve lived in the tank too long to survive in the wild and I would never see my lovable mice ever again….

Oh well. I’m probably just overthinking it. I’m off to play with them. Ta.

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