This is my very private personal blog and it remains infinitely more popular than my official author blog where I try to come off as a real live professional person/ author. I'm Mik. I have a love affair with Impalas. I am afraid of spiders and alcoholics. I am a yogurt connoisseur. Future meta-magician. Former logic clinician. Former model. Former bookstore owner. Some other stuff. Currently mother, author, freelance editor and editor for Kleft Jaw Press. Testimonial from a former roommate: "Living with you was like living with a quiet little opinionated deer person who floated around like a ghost and said smart/nutso things and ate seaweed. " I divide my time between Boulder, Colorado and Wichita, Kansas. I love mountains. I love hiking. I read and write. I raise my daughter to the best of my ability. I have lupus and have defeated early-stage cancer twice, so I pretty much fully support the use of medical marijuana.
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Ok ever since Tumblr locked me out of my account two years ago, my access to Tumblr has been more and more limited. At first it was only when I attempted to log in on my laptop computer that the screen would be covered up by a pop-up that said “We have detected suspicious activity on your account. Please change your password.” But the only way to change your password is with the email associated with your account, which I no longer have access to. I couldn’t change my email, so I could only access Tumblr through mobile. All messages to Tumblr Help have gone without reply.
Then my phone app updated and I could no longer access Tumblr though my phone. For a while I could still post from Instagram from my phone, but that stopped working too. I can now only access through my kindle. Then I stopped being able to see when someone tagged me in a post. Then part of my messaging system stopped working. I’m not sure exactly what it’s called because I’ve never seen it on the full version of the tumblr site. I can still recieve what I think are Asks, but I can no longer send Asks or Fanmail, and I no longer receive Fanmail. I cannot comment on others’ posts.
Finally, my dashboard stopped refreshing. I haven’t been able to refresh it for over a week. At this point, my only actual interaction on tumblr are receiving Asks and replying, or getting comments on my posts. Each post is a shout into the void.
I’m going to attempt to update my kindle app. My hope is that this will restore my app’s ability to refresh my dash, but it may instead lock me completely out of the account. If that winds up happening, I have set up a new account. It is Kim-from-kansas.
I really really hope this works because I do not want to give up karenfelloutofbedagain. I’ve had this account for 7 years and I’ve been karenfelloutofbedagain for 6. I’ve built up dozens of friendships, thousands of followers, and I’ve followed some people for the better part of a decade. You’ve shared every up and down in my life since before my daughter could walk. I grew up on tumblr. From teen parenting to college to mental illness to heartbreak to chronic illness to medical marijuana to business ownership to homelessness to domestic violence to book publishing to literature to networking to local culture to social justice to activism to suicide attempts to hospitalizations to growing as a person to my engagement to my travels. We’ve shared everything. I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t keep this account.
PS if you want to get in touch off Tumblr, my instagram is moonshineteaparty.
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How come there isn't a Tindr but for finding friends in your area. I don't wanna hook up I just wanna hug
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I haven't touched my debit card in 2 months because I have no money and I just logged into my account and it's overdrawn $130. $90 of that is overdraft fees and fees for not having enough money in my account.
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I haven't been able to get my Tumblr dash to refresh since Friday :/
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“Bill Clinton cheats on his wife. Impeach him. Trump proudly brags about sexual assault (and has cheated on his wives). Elect him.
Hillary oversaw the department of state while 4 people died in an embassy attack. Put her in jail. 2 Republicans were in office while over 200 people died in embassy attacks. No problem.
Immigrants don’t pay taxes. Round them up and kick them out. Trump doesn’t pay taxes. He’s a business genius.
Hillary’s foundation only spent 87% of their donations helping people. She’s a crook. Trumps foundation paid off his debts, bought sculptures of him, and made political donations to avoid investigations while using less than 5% of funds for charity (and he got shut down by NY State). So savvy… Put him in the white house.
Trump made 4 billion dollars in 40 years, when an index fund started at the same time with the same "small loans” he received would be worth $12 billion today… without a trail of bankruptcies, thousands of lawsuits and burned small business owners. He’s a real business whiz. Hillary took a loss of $700k. She’s a criminal.
Trump is the first candidate in the modern era not to release his tax returns, and took a billion dollar loss in 1 year. Genius. Hillary takes responsibility for private email servers and apologizes. Not credible.
Trump denies saying things (on the record) he actually said (on the record), he’s just telling it like it is.
Your arguments are thin. Your ignorance of reality is shocking. Your double-standards are offensive, and your willingness to blindly support him and recycle the rhetoric is absurd.
Your opinion is not fact. Your memes are not news articles. And your hypocrisy is not a platform.“
- Alex Schiller
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Oh my god I can't feel my feet and it hurts so fucking much
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Let me tell you a secret: The alphabet has a sequel. I know they haven’t taught you about it yet but the pauses between words they're just as important.
Casey Rocheteau, “Mockingbird,” from The Dozen (via 7-weeks)
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I was coming up the stairs in the dark and my daughter's My Size Barbie was standing halfway up the stairs in the dark. Nearly had a myocardial event
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Has anyone else been tested for Pompe disease? How long did it take to get blood test results back?
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This is the best description of South Park (and their brand of apathetic conservatism) I ever read.
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PSA
You feel like shit is a website set up to help you get out of that funk/improve things just enough to not feel horrible and miserable all the time. It’s amazing.
Whether you struggle with mental health problems all the time or whether this is a new/temporary state for you, this guide is an easy and judgement-free self-care tool.
PLEASE TRY IT OUT! Really! You just click through the questions to answer and follow simple instructions that in the end, ideally, will help you to feel more comfortable and stable on a daily basis.
Good luck! Have fun!
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I cannot bring myself to be in any way upset or angered by Hillary’s statement about having “both a public and a private position” on things. This is basic pragmatism. This is code-switching. It’s uncomfortable to hear, and it leads many (especially straight white male Americans) to feel that they’re being lied to, but it’s how our social fabric is woven.
As a woman, as a queer person, as a feminist, and as a first-generation immigrant from a multicultural family that spans three continents, I absolutely have both public and private positions on many things, political issues included. Brains are complicated and any intellectually-aware person is able to hold some slightly contradictory viewpoints–not because one is “authentic” or “genuine” and the other isn’t, but because shit is complex. There are things that go on in my brain that would horrify you, and things that go on in my brain that would horrify my family, and things that go on in my brain that would horrify my clients and coworkers. I’m allowed to choose whether or not to horrify any particular person at any particular time, and which one of my many equally-“authentic” sides to express in any given situation.
Furthermore, effective politics is in part about persuading and compromising with a variety of people with diverse viewpoints, and the language that’s most effective for one person may not be the most effective for another. The language I would use to convince a Libertarian to support a basic income is not the language I would use to convince a socialist to support a basic income. The language I use to discuss race with my parents isn’t the language I use to discuss race with my Facebook friends. Sometimes different language = slightly different nuances of opinion.
Hillary gets this better than most people, which makes her a terrifyingly effective politician. People are uncomfortable with that. That’s fine. Be uncomfortable with it. Realize that that’s how laws get passed, treaties get negotiated, and international crises get resolved.
You don’t *want* a President who seems like a cool fun chill person who says what’s on their mind all the time. Maybe that’s who you want in a friend. But I don’t, because I wear enough different hats to really understand the value of being intentional about what you express to whom and in what terms.
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Against Big Bird, The Gods Themselves Contend In Vain
Scott Lynch:
I was a hard-core Sesame Street viewer from about 1979 to 1984, and my memories of the show are the sort of deep nostalgic tangle you’d expect, with a great deal of idiosyncratic noise blended into the signal. So, for many years, I carried around a vague but emotionally vivid recollection of a Sesame Street episode in which Big Bird and Snuffleupagus had witnessed the the passage of a soul to the ancient Egyptian afterlife, complete with the weighing of the human heart against a feather. I shit you not. For all those years, I just assumed that I was nuts, or that I was conflating a memory of a childhood dream with a childhood television experience. Not long ago, I was trading Sesame Street memories with that girl I like, and I determined to Google-fu my way to the truth. In the 1983 special Don’t Eat the Pictures, assorted humans and Muppets are stuck overnight in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. While Oscar, Bob, Cookie Monster, Olivia, and some small children are having the sort of mild and educational adventures you’d expect, Big Bird and Snuffy meet Sahu, a 4,000-year-old Egyptian prince (!) condemned to wander eternally in spirit form (!!) unless he can answer a riddle posed by a demon (!!!) that appears to him each night at midnight. I am not fucking with you. This really happened.
There’s Sahu!
ACTUAL DIALOGUE from Big Bird: “Oh no! The demon’s gonna be here any second now!” And here’s the appearance of that demon, played by James motherfucking Mason.
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Saying that man and woman are the only genders is actually LESS nuanced than saying that earth, water, air, and fire are the only elements.
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Watch: Comedian Aamer Rahman’s explainer of reverse racism is still requisite viewing.
Especially considering the astounding number of Americans who think “reverse racism” is a real problem.
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