Product names become depleted of meaning.

Isn't it odd how product names become depleted of meaning?

Wile E. Coyote just uses "Acme" products, and the word "acme" is just Acme, it means nothing like "pinnacle" to most people when they hear it.

Similarly, "Lucky Charms" is just a brand name, not the meaning of the combined words unless you really think about it.

I thought of this a few weeks ago, when I was doing some crossword puzzles that contained those answers.

Wonderful Dream of my Dead Hungarian Grandparents.

Last month the night before my art school grades were due, I had a vivid dream of my dead Hungarian grandparents.

Me and my dad were driving around this hillside on which was built a tall retirement complex, and we turn right onto this steep uphill driveway, and the next thing you know we're going into the entry of this tall, narrow, five-story townhouse-like structure where my grandparents live.

In the half-basement is the bedroom, it's dim and the lights are off, and this loose white rug is positioned on the tile right when you get off the stairs, and my dad starts bitching about how his father never thinks of anyone else, that his mom could easily slip on that, and he bends down to pick it up and then goes and places it under the bed and out-of-the-way where my grandfather can't find it, so that he can't put it out again and my grandmother won't slip on it.

Somehow, though the house is narrow, there's 2 sets of stairs, one on each side of the room, and they intersect on a small mezzanine level above the first floor, where there's a floor-to-ceiling almost-dormer like window on each side that extends outward almost like the plastic shell containing an action figure toy that you buy in the story, and on the left there's an armchair and a table in front of it, and I know that my grandparents sit there sometimes and read and look out into the courtyard at the retirement complex buildings towering around and above them.

On the next floor is a very small kitchen, and as we walk in, my grandfather is taking something out of the chest-level built-in oven and my grandmother has to scoot out of the way.

Both are remarkably spry, and act like several decades younger than the last time that I saw them.

Both look very happy, and my grandmother doesn't have Alzheimer's at all.

I wake up feeling like I just saw them again in person, and am happy.

RadFem blogs.

I just can't stop reading the comments on old GenderTrender posts.

They're so well-curated, and so enlightening to read, often, even when you don't necessarily agree with them.

Like three nights in a row I read them for an hour-and-a-half to two hours on my smartphone, before going to bed.

The first night they even seriously kept me up!

Trash-picking, then Odd Food-buying realization.

A few weeks ago - the 1st nice day of spring, with very warm evening weather - I went to go stroll through the park, and picked up trash like always.

"Thank you," said a (fat) (young) (white) gamer with a dirty blonde ponytail and a black t-shirt, as he walked by me on the uphill path.

Afterwards, I popped into the grocery store to pick up some lettuce, since I had run out.

I balked since it was $1.69 - usally it's $.99! - but then when my bill for the lettuce, some corn, a box of tofu, and a Drumstick ice cream cone came in, I was surprised that it was almost 7 bucks.

I scanned through the list, and I then realized that what was pushing the bill up unexpectedly was the Drumstick, which was $1.79, ten cents more than the lettuce.

I stood there looking at the head of lettuce and the Drumstick ice cream cone, thinking of them as equivalent foods, the one so green and the other so processed, and esp. wondering how I could so easily buy one without a thought but balk over the price of the other.

Beautiful sight from barhopping the other weekend:

I get out of the bar in the ice arena and walk through it and step outside into a nice warm Saturday afternoon, the very first one of the spring, and I hear the sound of kids yelling and look off, and I can see a distant hillside park with tons of (young) (black) kids swarming around on playground equipment, and running up the hill to this bright orange plastic slide and sliding down, and it's just one big bustle of energy and happiness.

It's in what's called a bad neighborhood, too, so it was nice to see such a great park that must be so loved by residents.

Amazing RadFem blog comments.

The other night I stayed up till 1:39am reading the comments section on the radical feminist blog Gender Trender.

My favorite:

Supporting the choice-based rhetoric of the trans cult helps gay yuppies to reframe their inability to reproduce with each other as a human rights issue that must be remedied by using women as baby farms.

It's hard to believe that so much analysis can be packed into one-sentence.

I showed it to a friend who works at the library circulation desk, and he described it as "using a bazooka".

I also love how that same comment ends up:

For the male left, erasing the existence of class:female in the name of trans rights provides them cover to not only treat us as the subordinate sex caste, but to deny us the ability to name what they're doing.  They reduce class:female to a male resource, which is especially cruel since that is their charge against the male right.  The left gets to use our unpaid labor, trannies and straight men get to use us for sexual jollies, and gay men get to use us to LARP as nuclear families.  All the bros are happy.  The end!

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Officials on Twitter...

I mean, it's nice and all that Obama's on Twitter, but you know who I would love to see on there?

Loretta Lynch!

Her FIFA charges are so bad-ass.

I simply had no idea that she had such a substantial job history of going  after corruption as a prosecutor.

She's one of my new heroes.  And what a great choice for Attorney General!