Glow In The Woods

I think this is a really nice idea, so I thought I’d spread the word. But before I can even spread the word about the cool thing, I have to explain how I found it.

A couple of years ago, we stumbled across Thordora’s blog. She has a blogroll that’s a mile long, and around this time last year, she drew her readers’ attention to Sweet Salty. Why? Because the author, Kate, was having twins, but wway, way, way premature, and she wanted people to lend support to her. I started reading, and I loved her writing. In fact, I read everything on that blog back to its first posts because I loved her writing so much. It’s not every author who has the ability to make you laugh, cry, laugh when you should cry, be so completely honest about things a lot of people don’t want to discuss, much less put down in black and white, and make a point so clear it wacks you over the head.

To make a long story short, one of her twins didn’t make it, and she’s been dealing with that loss, as well as still going on with life and raising her two kids that she does have. She, and five other women who have lost babies, have decided to come together and make a support site for all the mothers who are going through it, so they don’t have to feel so alone. It’s called Glow In The Woods.

I think that is truly awesome. I’m sure they will help countless people going through the grieving process, lots of whom they will never know they’ve helped. I remember mom talking about when I was a baby, and how when she found out I was going to be blind, it was like going through the grieving process, even though I wasn’t dead. If there was something like this site out there for her, if the internet existed back then, I’m sure it would have helped. Eventually, she found supports in other parents of blind kids, but it was a slow process, built contact by contact.

So, there it is. If you’re interested, drop by and say hello. She, and the others there, would be glad to see you.

Sorry To Disappoint You

Here’s a sad note for Nancy Crockett, or is it Rochelle Crocket. Whatever your name is, going to college won’t prevent crappy treatment from coworkers. They may not lock you in a shed and hammer on it like these ones did, but they can still be assholes. At any rate, I’m glad you’re not working for these people anymore. The second story is full of quotes of people going out of their way to describe how much of a joke it was, but I don’t buy it. that’s just weird.

Child Luring

According to this report, one of the newest crazes for kids is going online, pretending to be sex offenders and scaring the shit out of other kids. I’m sure some of them do it to be funny, but the focus here is on the ones who are doing it as a way to get revenge or try to settle a dispute.

I’m not sure how exactly to react to this. On one hand it’s easy to flip out and play the we need laws to protect them and civilization is doomed when are children resort to this kind of immoral behaviour cards, but on the other it sort of shows that maybe kids aren’t as blind to the tricks of pedophiles as we’ve been lead to believe by governments and lobby groups.

Before anybody decides to flip out on me, I’m not saying that we shouldn’t try to protect kids from predators on the internet. All I’m saying is that sometimes kids are smarter than we give them credit for. They are after all the internet generation, and the smart ones know when something is wrong, just like they do in the offline world when a stranger asks one of them to help find his puppy in exchange for some chocolate. Maybe instead of coming up with brilliant stuff like the “unbreakable internet filter” that some 12-year-old will crack in 20 minutes and legislating that all sex offenders provide their email addresses for a database [yeah, that’ll work], governments and parents should take some time to figure out how things on the internet function. And maybe while they’re at it they could even take some time to talk to a few kids and see what they actually know and don’t know. The results might be surprising, especially the revelation that most of them are probably smarter than you are.

Maybe Honesty Isn’t The Best Policy If You’re Weird

Are all these folks related? There’s 19-year-old Kevin J. Diaz, who after clubbing a passing cyclist in the head with an ice-scraper, said “I just got out of jail. I’m just trying to have fun and whoop some ass.”

Next is Saeko Yoda, who happens to have a fine name. But the point is she killed her sister by beating her to death with a rock. When asked why she did it, she said, “I figured I’d be happier if I killed her, so I killed her.”

Last but not least, seven-year-old Latarian Milton stole his grandmother’s car. His reason? “I wanted to do it because it’s fun to do bad things.”

Well, at least they were honest. Weird, but honest.

Future Aids

I’ve found a new place to buy things. What kind of things? Braille things. Talking things. All kinds of neat things. They’re cheap. They have neat descriptions of their things. Some of them even have instruction sheets you can read. I just bought a talking pedometer, and you can listen to its voice. It only cost me 7 bucks to buy it! They even have dymo-labeler tape for cheap! Wooo! Plus, this place will braille things you want brailled. Business cards, menus, cards, whatever. How sweet!

The people who wrote up the site are wacky. I don’t think I’ve ever added something to my shopping cart and had a dialog appear that says “righto! We’ll add that right away!” ever before.

Something else cool about them is they’re open long, long hours. You could probably call them anytime and have a good chance of getting someone.

The final cool thing about this store is if you’re in Canada or the U.S, they ship their things via free matter for the blind! I have never ever ever seen that before. How awesome is that?

So, if you’re in the market for something blinky, head over to www.FutureAids.com! Maybe they’ll have just the thing for you.

In other technological thing-related news, it appears the BookPort and related support isn’t as gone as I thought. They actually just released an update for the transfer software, and there’s still a faint hope that BookPort II may be made. the support people are going the extra mile to help me solve my problem, as it baffles them too. Oh no. Why do I always find the big problems? But at least I have the BookPort big guns on the case.

Trouble In Paradise?

Ooo! this humdinger conclusion of a wedding night fits into a couple of categories. There’s of course the predictable category of humdinger wedding night conclusions, but also the groom is a dentist!

This story has what the hell written all over it. Why did he Karate kick her? Why did she fight off people coming to her aid? Why heave live plants at elevators? And the one that makes me laugh the hardest, why was he arraigned wearing tuxedo pants, a bloody shirt, and one shoe? I mean, I know booze was involved, but by all accounts, she was more boozed up than he was. Why did he end up in rougher shape? I thought it was funny that one of the hapless victims who came to her aid got a tooth knocked out. maybe, as part of some kind of settlement, the groom can do some free dental work for the person. But would they want that?

Mike’s Hard Lesson

I’m glad we have services in place to protect kids, when they work. It’s too bad they either don’t notice abuse going on until it is too late, or snatch kids seemingly unnecessarily.

Somehow, Christopher Ratte didn’t realize he had bought his 7-year-old son Leo Mike’s Hard Lemonade at a ballgame. He asked for lemonade, and the guy gave him a Mike’s Hard. The kid was drinking it, and then a security guard came and told the father that the drink was alcoholic. He was shocked, but the guard snatched it, called police and then things went straight to hell. they took Leo to the hospital to make sure he was ok. I get that. then they made an order to remove him from the home, and social workers came to get him at the hospital. Even social workers seemed annoyed that they were taking the kid, but they could only follow orders. Uh, what happened to taking everything on a case by case basis?

When relatives came to get the poor, traumatized boy, Child Protective Services workers told them they couldn’t see him until they had a hotel room. They got one, and when they came back, Leo was taken to an undisclosed foster home. What the hell?

Finally, somebody saw reason, and let the boy go back to his mother. But they didn’t completely see reason because they tried to make dear old supposed booze-feeding dad stay in a hotel for a while. Then someone else finished off the ability to see reason and dismissed that bullshit.

What the? It was an odd mistake, but it was just that. It was a mistake. I could think of worse things a parent could be doing to their kid.