sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (fuck patriarchy)
Or, how not to be any sort of creepy man on the bus; young men are just as capable of being creepy, though they tend to be creepy to women younger than I am.

1. When you step onto the bus, you frequently have no idea if the person you take a seat beside is in the mood for conversation, and this uncertainty can be very distressing. As a general rule, people taking buses in the outer reaches of Scarberia do so out of necessity, not choice, and you can typically assume that the reason is related to work. You should, therefore, err on the side of acceptance that the person you are sitting beside is tired, harried, and does not want to engage in idle small talk with you.

2. Sometimes, people display physical clues to their level of readiness to engage in idle small talk with complete strangers. A woman who is issuing painful sneezes and whose face is flushed with fever, for example, is probably ill or suffering from severe allergies. She probably felt like staying home from work today but finances or a sense of duty forced her to go anyway. She is probably exhausted and cranky. A smile of sympathy is acceptable under these circumstances.

Other signs are less obvious, but still present. For example, it's hard to tell at a glance whether the woman you take a seat beside spent part of the morning throwing up, and is really hoping that this experience does not repeat itself if she so much as opens her mouth. Or that she has been on the verge of an emotional meltdown for about a week now. Look for a downcast expression, bags under the eyes, or uncombed hair.

3. If a person is reading or has headphones on, he or she probably does not want to make idle conversations with strangers. Unless you are completely awesome, chances are whatever he or she is listening to is more interesting than you are. This goes double if the person beside whom you're sitting is both reading and wearing headphones.

4. If she's reading something by Warren Ellis, you are almost certainly not more awesome and interesting.

5. Remember, women are socially conditioned to smile at strangers. This is not an indication that they want to talk to you.

6. Most people are generally polite and will remove their bags from the seat beside them if it looks like the bus will be crowded. Again, this is common courtesy, rather than an indication that they either want you to sit beside them or engage in idle small talk.

7. If you attempt to speak to your neighbour and she answers you with single words or very short sentences, assume that she is not interested in your conversation. This goes double if, after she has taken out a headphone to hear your question and answer it, she puts the headphone back in and resumes reading.

8. If you persist in conversation and ask her if she is a student, she will likely assume that you are estimating her age at lower than it actually is. If you are visibly much older than her actual age and even older than her perceived age, chances are she is not interested in you as a potential conversation partner, let alone a sexual partner. It's unfortunate that such age discrimination exists, but that's the world we live in, and she doesn't typically make the habit of picking up 20-somethings either.*

9. If she tells you that she's a teacher, your response should probably be along the lines of: "That's nice." "What grade?" or "What subject?" "Maybe you could teach me...everything!" is not an acceptable response.

10. Do not ask a complete stranger where she lives or what stop she is getting off at. This is invasive and stalkerish.

11. If the bus empties and you find yourself sitting across from several empty seats, it is generally considered polite to move to those seats, especially if you see that the woman you are squishing against the window has a bunch of bags piled up on her lap.

12. Don't just sit there and keep staring over her shoulder at what she's reading.

13. If the woman in question keeps a regular work schedule and you have a similar work schedule, chances are you may encounter her several days in a row. There just aren't that many buses in outer Scarberia. If this happens, it can be a potentially awkward situation, especially if she has blown you off the day before. You have several options here:

a) Give her a friendly greeting and take a seat other than the one beside her.
b) Give her a friendly greeting and take a seat beside her, but, understanding that she blew you off the previous day, sit quietly and don't try to engage her in idle small talk.
c) Pretend you have never seen this woman in your life, take a fucking seat, and let her read her goddamned comic in peace.

All of these are acceptable. Sitting down beside her and immediately trying to strike up a conversation, since it is such an exciting coincidence that you have taken the same bus with her two days in a row, is not acceptable.

If you follow these rules, you are almost guaranteed to not creep out people on the bus. Their day, and your sense of yourself as a decent human being, will be improved as a result. Thanks for reading!

* I see you smirking over there and remind you that you hit on me first. ;)
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (fuck patriarchy)
Dear Maclean's,

You suck. No, really. You're morons.

Do you honestly think there are that many single women out there who cannot possibly figure out what to do with their time because they don't have a man to fill the empty hole in their lives?

Really?

I didn't think anything could be worse than Maclean's political analysis, but it turns out I'm wrong.

Die in a fire,
Teh Sabs, crazy cat lady and spinster aunt

Cannot has

Jun. 14th, 2010 04:46 pm
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (fridge)
Dear [livejournal.com profile] sabotabby's Id,

You do not need more stuff.

No, not even a $60 mini-BBQ-grill-thingie.

No, not even if it comes in bright green.

You are not even going to be around this summer.

Signed,

[livejournal.com profile] sabotabby's Superego


By the way, one free internet to anyone who obtains an advance reading copy of this atrocity and mails it to me (or sends me a torrent; that might be easier). You will also get commentary.
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (handala)
Hey, Israel?

Just wondering how that rebranding campaign is going. Well, you say? That's nice, I guess. But I'm not sure that seizing on the whole pirate craze is necessarily the best strategy.

What the fuckity-fuck?

No love,
Sabs
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (Default)
Hey, Israel?

Just wondering how that rebranding campaign is going. Well, you say? That's nice, I guess. But I'm not sure that seizing on the whole pirate craze is necessarily the best strategy.

What the fuckity-fuck?

No love,
Sabs
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (moloch)
Dear America,

Please, sit down. I think we’re long overdue for a chat, don’t you?

You can sit closer if you want. Communism is contagious I hear, but I don’t think you catch it that way.

Anyway, America, I want to talk to you about the state of your health. I know, I know, I can already hear your objection before I open my mouth. It’s none of my business. I’m not American, I have my own healthcare system—but I really am concerned for you.

Sure, we’ve had our differences in the past. Genocide, slavery, imperialist wars, environmental devastation, reality TV…but you’re the one who’s always saying we should put the past behind us. And there have been good times too. Hey, you make all of those great trashy movies about things blowing up. I love those movies.

Plus, you know, I might bash you all the time, but some of my best friends are American. Bet that sounds familiar.

So yes. About your health. Or, more to the point, about your foaming-at-the-mouth, hysterical, illogical, and dismally worded objections to Obama’s healthcare plan. No one’s claiming it’s perfect—don’t worry, I’m pretty sure it’s still worse than Cuba’s. But I think your virulent opposition and random swastika schtick is, well, misguided. (And offensive, but I’m trying not to judge. Look at me, being all non-judgmental, and enjoy it while it lasts.) And I didn’t understand it until just now.

See, I can envision the streets filling up with HMO managers and maybe the odd smug rich asshole who delights in drinking the tears of orphans, but the rest of you? You can’t all have great health insurance. I know at least some of you confused little souls don’t have any at all.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot. I’ve been thinking, hey, maybe Americans aren’t very good at math and don’t realize that you’re spending more per capita on health care than anyone else in the industrialized world, and getting less for it. But we can clear that misconception right up with cunning use of actual numbers.

The thought crosses my mind on occasion that many Americans are just assholes. (I told you the nonjudgmental act wouldn’t last.) Maybe you don’t care that you’re drowning as long as you take the other guy down with you. But that’s uncharitable, and I think better of you, America, I really do.

I wonder if maybe you oppose healthcare reform because you’re convinced that Jesus is coming and you’re going to get Raptured before you die of cancer caused by all of the toxins you dump into your food, water, and air. That’s it, isn’t it? You don’t think you’re going to die. Okay, I was 13 once and wanted to be a vampire too and that’s kind of like what you believe. (Except that even at 13, I knew I wasn’t going to get to be an immortal creature of the night. Because I wasn’t stupid. But for the sake of argument, let’s assume that the Rapture is real and going to happen in your lifetime.)

Level with me here, America. What if the Rapture is coming next year, but tomorrow, you suddenly get cancer? And you’re uninsured, or maybe your insurance plan is good but still won’t cover experimental treatments that will prolong your life until Jesus comes back. You’re going to have to go through all that messy dying stuff instead of just getting treatment and surviving long enough for you to be lifted up to heaven to be with the angels and watch Jesus slaughter the infidels with his laser beam eyes. Do you want that, America? Do you really?

(Right now, you’re saying, “Well, I’m in good health, I’m employed, I have a decent plan, so I’ll probably live to see the Rapture.” But shit happens, America. Trust me, I know. And even if you’re okay, what about your dear granny that you claim to love so much? Will she live long enough to see Jesus? Are you positive?)

All I can conclude from this, America, is that there is no logic behind your opposition to health care reform. It is instead a deep primal desire for death— Thanatos, as our Freudian friends would call it. You hate yourselves, and you want it all to end.

I’m really sorry, America, that you feel this way. But I urge you to hang on. We may have had a hostile relationship in the past, but now I’m begging you to move forward, to find a reason to live. I don’t hate you, and I don’t want you to die because it costs too much to save your life. No, not even you, gormless multitudes with your incomprehensible signs and pictures of Obama painted up like the Joker. (Seriously, though, what’s with that? Don't most people think the Joker is fucking awesome anyway?) Not even you, woman in the IDF shirt screaming “Heil Hitler.” If I wish death upon you, let it come when we finally have an international proletarian revolution and you’re up against the wall for being a fascist, not because your HMO wouldn’t approve that treatment that would have saved your life.

Because that’s what it comes down to, America. Every human being in the world deserves the best possible health care, regardless of income, immigration status, or how fucking stupid you are. Even you, America. Even you deserve better than this.
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (Default)
Dear America,

Please, sit down. I think we’re long overdue for a chat, don’t you?

You can sit closer if you want. Communism is contagious I hear, but I don’t think you catch it that way.

Anyway, America, I want to talk to you about the state of your health. I know, I know, I can already hear your objection before I open my mouth. It’s none of my business. I’m not American, I have my own healthcare system—but I really am concerned for you.

Sure, we’ve had our differences in the past. Genocide, slavery, imperialist wars, environmental devastation, reality TV…but you’re the one who’s always saying we should put the past behind us. And there have been good times too. Hey, you make all of those great trashy movies about things blowing up. I love those movies.

Plus, you know, I might bash you all the time, but some of my best friends are American. Bet that sounds familiar.

So yes. About your health. Or, more to the point, about your foaming-at-the-mouth, hysterical, illogical, and dismally worded objections to Obama’s healthcare plan. No one’s claiming it’s perfect—don’t worry, I’m pretty sure it’s still worse than Cuba’s. But I think your virulent opposition and random swastika schtick is, well, misguided. (And offensive, but I’m trying not to judge. Look at me, being all non-judgmental, and enjoy it while it lasts.) And I didn’t understand it until just now.

See, I can envision the streets filling up with HMO managers and maybe the odd smug rich asshole who delights in drinking the tears of orphans, but the rest of you? You can’t all have great health insurance. I know at least some of you confused little souls don’t have any at all.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot. I’ve been thinking, hey, maybe Americans aren’t very good at math and don’t realize that you’re spending more per capita on health care than anyone else in the industrialized world, and getting less for it. But we can clear that misconception right up with cunning use of actual numbers.

The thought crosses my mind on occasion that many Americans are just assholes. (I told you the nonjudgmental act wouldn’t last.) Maybe you don’t care that you’re drowning as long as you take the other guy down with you. But that’s uncharitable, and I think better of you, America, I really do.

I wonder if maybe you oppose healthcare reform because you’re convinced that Jesus is coming and you’re going to get Raptured before you die of cancer caused by all of the toxins you dump into your food, water, and air. That’s it, isn’t it? You don’t think you’re going to die. Okay, I was 13 once and wanted to be a vampire too and that’s kind of like what you believe. (Except that even at 13, I knew I wasn’t going to get to be an immortal creature of the night. Because I wasn’t stupid. But for the sake of argument, let’s assume that the Rapture is real and going to happen in your lifetime.)

Level with me here, America. What if the Rapture is coming next year, but tomorrow, you suddenly get cancer? And you’re uninsured, or maybe your insurance plan is good but still won’t cover experimental treatments that will prolong your life until Jesus comes back. You’re going to have to go through all that messy dying stuff instead of just getting treatment and surviving long enough for you to be lifted up to heaven to be with the angels and watch Jesus slaughter the infidels with his laser beam eyes. Do you want that, America? Do you really?

(Right now, you’re saying, “Well, I’m in good health, I’m employed, I have a decent plan, so I’ll probably live to see the Rapture.” But shit happens, America. Trust me, I know. And even if you’re okay, what about your dear granny that you claim to love so much? Will she live long enough to see Jesus? Are you positive?)

All I can conclude from this, America, is that there is no logic behind your opposition to health care reform. It is instead a deep primal desire for death— Thanatos, as our Freudian friends would call it. You hate yourselves, and you want it all to end.

I’m really sorry, America, that you feel this way. But I urge you to hang on. We may have had a hostile relationship in the past, but now I’m begging you to move forward, to find a reason to live. I don’t hate you, and I don’t want you to die because it costs too much to save your life. No, not even you, gormless multitudes with your incomprehensible signs and pictures of Obama painted up like the Joker. (Seriously, though, what’s with that? Don't most people think the Joker is fucking awesome anyway?) Not even you, woman in the IDF shirt screaming “Heil Hitler.” If I wish death upon you, let it come when we finally have an international proletarian revolution and you’re up against the wall for being a fascist, not because your HMO wouldn’t approve that treatment that would have saved your life.

Because that’s what it comes down to, America. Every human being in the world deserves the best possible health care, regardless of income, immigration status, or how fucking stupid you are. Even you, America. Even you deserve better than this.
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (fuck patriarchy)
Dear dude walking his yappy dog* as I was hauling out the garbage,

Yes, the garbage can is larger than I am and I was struggling to get it down the steps. No, taking out the trash is not my "boyfriend's job." I used to deliver barbecues for a living, pigfucker.

No love,
Sabs

P.S. If you were so concerned, you could have helped me.

* Not my neighbour. Different guy, different dog.
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (Default)
Dear dude walking his yappy dog* as I was hauling out the garbage,

Yes, the garbage can is larger than I am and I was struggling to get it down the steps. No, taking out the trash is not my "boyfriend's job." I used to deliver barbecues for a living, pigfucker.

No love,
Sabs

P.S. If you were so concerned, you could have helped me.

* Not my neighbour. Different guy, different dog.
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (harper = evil)
For the record, if you write to the Prime Minister of Canada about—well, anything, really—this is what you will get in your mail.



I didn't even get the flunky. I got the flunky of the flunky. I am pretty sure that this is the best form letter ever.
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (Default)
For the record, if you write to the Prime Minister of Canada about—well, anything, really—this is what you will get in your mail.



I didn't even get the flunky. I got the flunky of the flunky. I am pretty sure that this is the best form letter ever.
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (champ bear by groaty)
Dear Downstairs Neighbour,

Yes, I realize that you only own four articles of clothing and you need to get them washed RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, even though I was using the washing machine first. I realize that your situation is much, much more dire than mine. However, that is no excuse to take my clothes out of the washing machine and throw them in the dryer and turn it on. All of my skanky t-shirts are tight enough and my bras would like to retain their elasticity and underwires, thank you very much.

Were you raised in a fucking barn? Because it still wouldn't be an excuse for:

HIM: "Oh, I just put your clothes in the dryer."
ME: "OMG YOU DIDN'T TURN IT ON DID YOU?"
HIM: "Just now. Why, did you have to take something out?
ME: "YES MOST OF MY CLOTHES PLEASE TO NOT EVER, EVER BE DOING SOMETHING LIKE THAT."

Seething rage, and possibly a bill if any of my clothes were damaged in any way,

[livejournal.com profile] sabotabby

Seriously, who thinks it's a good idea to put someone else's clothing, especially their bras and wool things, in a dryer?
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (Default)
Dear Downstairs Neighbour,

Yes, I realize that you only own four articles of clothing and you need to get them washed RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, even though I was using the washing machine first. I realize that your situation is much, much more dire than mine. However, that is no excuse to take my clothes out of the washing machine and throw them in the dryer and turn it on. All of my skanky t-shirts are tight enough and my bras would like to retain their elasticity and underwires, thank you very much.

Were you raised in a fucking barn? Because it still wouldn't be an excuse for:

HIM: "Oh, I just put your clothes in the dryer."
ME: "OMG YOU DIDN'T TURN IT ON DID YOU?"
HIM: "Just now. Why, did you have to take something out?
ME: "YES MOST OF MY CLOTHES PLEASE TO NOT EVER, EVER BE DOING SOMETHING LIKE THAT."

Seething rage, and possibly a bill if any of my clothes were damaged in any way,

[livejournal.com profile] sabotabby

Seriously, who thinks it's a good idea to put someone else's clothing, especially their bras and wool things, in a dryer?

Caturday

Jul. 1st, 2007 01:28 am
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (crazy cat lady)
Dear neighbour,

Spaying your cat is a good idea.

There's something wrong when the cat outside is louder than the two inside.

Seriously, she does not sound happy.

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Dear cat,

Look, I'm not getting any tonight either. But you don't hear me howling about it now, do you?

Keep your angst a bit quieter. You are whinier than my Livejournal.

love,
teh sabs,
good neighbour and crazy cat lady

Caturday

Jul. 1st, 2007 01:28 am
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (Default)
Dear neighbour,

Spaying your cat is a good idea.

There's something wrong when the cat outside is louder than the two inside.

Seriously, she does not sound happy.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Dear cat,

Look, I'm not getting any tonight either. But you don't hear me howling about it now, do you?

Keep your angst a bit quieter. You are whinier than my Livejournal.

love,
teh sabs,
good neighbour and crazy cat lady
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (ignorance)
Dear white liberals,

Please stop talking about Gandhi until you have read at least one (1) book about Indian Independence (that was not written by a white liberal) and until you can spell his name properly.

kthnxbye,

[livejournal.com profile] sabotabby
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (Default)
Dear white liberals,

Please stop talking about Gandhi until you have read at least one (1) book about Indian Independence (that was not written by a white liberal) and until you can spell his name properly.

kthnxbye,

[livejournal.com profile] sabotabby
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (harper = evil)


Previous posts about Hutto:
It starts like this.
Concentration camp.
Hutto (on [livejournal.com profile] gaybortion).

P.S. Don't read the comments in the Globe & Mail article unless you want to throw up.
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (Default)


Previous posts about Hutto:
It starts like this.
Concentration camp.
Hutto (on [livejournal.com profile] gaybortion).

P.S. Don't read the comments in the Globe & Mail article unless you want to throw up.

zzzzzz

Sep. 2nd, 2006 11:33 am
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (silver mt zion)
I was back in high school, hosting a writing group. Unexpectedly, [livejournal.com profile] apperception, [livejournal.com profile] ironed_orchid, and [livejournal.com profile] springheel_jack—or, rather, high school versions of them played by attractive young actors—showed up. They showed little indication of recognizing me during the meeting, but afterwards, we all went up to the roof and hung out.

The building were were on backed onto the ocean, so when the tide came in, the water hit the wall of the building. It started to rain. Big ladybugs, the size of cherry tomatoes, swooped overhead and landed in the water. We talked about philosophy, of course, and we talked about [livejournal.com profile] wouldprefernot2, whose presence seemed to be almost tangible.

Suddenly, a caveman jumped over the wall, dragging an unconscious peacock behind him. When we looked closer, we saw that it was not so much a peacock as a naked woman who'd grown wings and a peacock tail. She woke up and started struggling. They were balanced precariously on the edge of the building, and we were seized with indecision. Finally, out of species solidarity, we grabbed the caveman and hauled him over to safety on the roof, while the peacock-woman scrambled for a grip on the edge.

In real-life news, I went to see A Silver Mt. Zion last night and they were all kinds of awesome. Oh, and I got to meet Efrim, and I restrained myself quite well from being a fangirl or mentioning that ASMZ's first album saved my life (it did).
Dear fighter jets outside my apartment,

You are too loud. Please go away. This is Toronto, not Beirut. I bet Harper had something to do with it, and he must think it's okay to put fighter jets in Toronto because he lives all the way in Ottawa.

Wankers.

No love,
[livejournal.com profile] sabotabby

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