Weekly Reader Vol 1 Issue 28

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Remembering Stan Lee, a Hero of Free Thought (from For Infernal Use Only via Patheos): “When you get right down to it, the work that Stan Lee brought into the world, morality tales about fantastical beings with superpowers, have become our modern mythology. Anyone who has ever been to a comic book convention knows, really knows, that even though they’re definitively imaginary that fans can come to blows over whether the Hulk could beat Wolverine, geeks the world over feel a kinship with Peter Parker’s struggle with having grown up a bumbling nerd who was suddenly gifted the power to change the world; everyone thinks Reed Richards is kind of a dick. These stories tell us things, they tell us our imaginary heroes are superpowered but fallible. In the end Stan Lee’s legacy is that he gave us heroes that are like us. They’re powerful, yes, but flawed and conflicted.”

Anti-vaxxers start “End Autism Now” campaign. It doesn’t go well. (from False Prophets): “One of his postings called his critics “certifiably insane” & “complete & utter idiots.” His post also included a video of a child with severe autism displaying self harm. Ironically he actually pointed out the obvious saying “it is a fragile thing to show a child with autism committing acts of self-injury.” But then he posted it anyway.

I’m assuming this video was taken without permission of the child.”

Our President Is an Asshole (from Mother Jones): “And for the record, this has nothing to do with poor fire management. It’s entirely due to drought, warm weather, easterly winds, and climate change.”

The Secret Weapons of the Far Right (from Topic): “White supremacists talk a lot about differences—they draw lines not just between racial groups, but also among their own. Racist internet trolls insist they’re not the same as the Ku Klux Klan because they don’t don hoods or burn crosses; clean-cut college kids who call themselves “identitarians” point out that, unlike skinheads, they’re not inked with swastika tattoos; Southerners who defend Confederate heritage say they have nothing in common with mass murderers like Dylann Roof; anti-Semitic nationalists dismiss anti-immigration activists who are Jewish. Whatever the shallow truth of such distinctions, they serve only to obscure what unites various far-right factions: a commitment to preserving the political power of whiteness. And central to that commitment are women.”

Church Discipline and Miscarriage Mismanagement at Catholic Hospitals (from Nursing Clio): “Quick — is your nearest hospital affiliated with the Catholic Church?

This is a question I would not have been able to answer during my two pregnancies. It never occurred to me that it was relevant. But in fact, for a woman who has a pregnancy complication that sends her to the emergency room, it can make the difference between timely, effective care and callous treatment that leaves her with permanent damage to her health and fertility.”

‘We now advise parents not to spank their children’: Pediatricians tighten stance on corporal punishment (from the Chicago Tribune): “The first study found that when parents spanked their children, the child’s misbehavior increased, sometimes repeating the bad activity within 10 minutes.

The second was a meta-analysis — a study that looks at other studies — that showed corporal punishment did not teach a child how to behave well long-term.”

What Is NPC, the Pro-Trump Internet’s New Favorite Insult? (from the New York Times): “Several months ago, users on 4chan and Reddit, the online message forums, started using the term NPC to refer to liberals. These people, they said, join the anti-Trump crowd not because they are led by independent thought or conscience to oppose President Trump’s policies, but because they’re brainwashed sheep who have been conditioned to parrot left-wing orthodoxy, in the manner of a scripted character.

As a Reddit user, BasedMedicalDoctor, explains in a thread about the appeal of the meme, NPCs are “completely dependent on their programming, and can’t do or think on their own.””

The Power in Giving Up (from Medium): “That’s how it’s always been in my family. I feel like the renegade, the unstable queer one, with big emotions and strange desires that alienate me from my family’s politics. I feel responsible for minimizing the conflict that my existence creates. I’m not supposed to express emotion, start fights, or remind anyone of the chasm that separates my life from their traditional, “family-oriented” values.”

Most Money Advice Is Worthless When You’re Poor (from Free via Vice): “According to popular thinking, if you’re poor, it’s your fault and therefore your responsibility to fix things. It’s not your employer paying you less than a living wage. Or your local officials approving the building of luxury condos in your neighborhood. It’s not the skyrocketing cost of living. It’s not anti-union efforts across the country’s largest companies. No, dear sandwich maker. The reason you’re broke is because you decided to buy yourself a latte between 16-hour workdays. Shame on you.”

70 Years Ago, Native American Women Couldn’t Vote. Now, We’re Congresswomen. (from the Huffington Post): “For some Native Americans, our voting rights remain challenged to this day. In North Dakota, ID requirements that demand voters provide identification with a “provable street address” in order to cast a ballot meant many from the Lakota Nation and other tribes had to scramble in the eleventh hour to come up with proper ID before heading to the polls. This nation’s sordid history and current controversies when it comes to Native American rights makes the election victories of Davids and Haaland all the sweeter. Add to their wins those of down-ballot candidates such as Peggy Flanagan (White Earth Nation Band of Ojibwe, elected lieutenant governor of Minnesota) and Debra Lekanoff (Alaska Native, elected to Washington state’s House of Representatives), and we have even more cause for celebration.”

And that’s all for this week. Stop by again for more articles to work your brain muscles. Until then, happy reading!

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Down With the Sickness

Adulting in a nutshell.

Not feeling the greatest right now. My eyes feel feverish and my temperature is elevated slightly. I highly doubt that it’s a cold; I haven’t had a sore throat and my nose isn’t itching. As to what this may be I have no idea but I’m already tired of it.

Today was quiet again, but plenty of members thought it was busy. They, like I, chalk it up to being November and the upcoming holidays. It’s a little over a week until Thanksgiving. Hard to believe.

As for my shift, things weren’t so bad. Although Wiesia was working today, she didn’t say much to me and mostly kept to herself. She can ignore me all she wants; that’s fine by me. As long as she stays the hell off my back, I’m good.

It’s Open Enrollment season. Mine’s done. For twenty bucks, I get nice health insurance. That’s another reason to love my job.

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Most Wonderful Time of the Weekend

This weekend was interesting, to say the least.

We had another one of those shopping events; this time for four different companies. The line to get in was backed up into the vestibule. Even worse, some of the shoppers who were there for the event refused to sign in or flash their invitation or name badge. Of course, I couldn’t say anything to them, as we weren’t allowed to tell anyone “no”. Great fun. But it gets better.

It seems that one of my co-workers got ripped a new one while she was assisting in Bakery. She had been told to move some chocolate chip cookies from their pan into a clamshell container, so she did. However, the cookies weren’t completely cooled yet, which meant that some of the chips got smeared against the inside of the container. The supervisor on duty–someone named Sam–lost it and tore into her. Making the situation worse was the fact that nothing this poor girl–her name is Taylor–did was right and Sam kept breathing down her neck. Things look as though they may be falling apart a bit in Bakery, as everyone is stressed, no one picks up after themselves and the holiday baking season is approaching. I had known that Bakery had one of the highest turnover rates in Costco but I had thought it was due to the holidays. It almost sounds like Bakery is just as hellish as the Food Court.

Sunday was just about as bad; Prime and I had a driver firmly shoving her vehicle up our tailpipe as we were arriving at Costco. She never took the hint to back off, either. Prime tapped the brakes and slowed down and she still tailgated us. I flipped her off. For obvious reasons.

It seems that she’s a co-worker. In Food Court. No, she hasn’t said anything to me and I doubt that she will; I didn’t learn half of my co-workers names until I got the hell out of there. So no, she probably doesn’t know me from Adam. May it stay that way.

Yesterday was quiet, which was nice. But quiet is a relative term. It’s November. We have Thanksgiving coming up in nine days. After that is Christmas and New Year’s. So our “quiet” Monday consisted of 134 member door counts. Normally, we’ll get 83 people on the half hour. We’re getting busier and it’s fairly obvious.

On Saturday night we finally broke down and turned on the furnace. We’d been holding out for a while, hoping that the weather might warm up again. Of course, it didn’t happen. But the house is pleasant.

Since the holidays are coming, our hours have gone up; I’m looking at 36 hours this week. Not bad, if I do say so myself.

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I’m pretty sure that you’ve heard the news. If you’re like me, you’re feeling numb. It’s a familiar feeling; I had that same, hollowed out sensation in the center of my chest when I heard the news about Leonard Nimoy years ago. A part of my childhood is gone. A corner of my world has gone dark.

To most of you, Stan Lee was the man behind Marvel comics. To me, he was the narrator of Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends. Every Saturday morning, I heard that voice as I lay on the couch, wrapped in a favorite blanket. That voice was also a part of the Incredible Hulk cartoon that I watched. I knew the name. I knew the voice. But I didn’t understand the significance of either. At least, not until many years later.

As an adult, spotting smiling Stan Lee in a cameo role in a Marvel movie was part of the fun, as well as the biggest reason to buy a ticket. (My favorite Stan Lee cameo is in the original Thor. He’s driving a truck that’s attempting to lift up Mjölnir.) Catching a glimpse of him, hearing him say a few words, that often made the movie. Because without him, we wouldn’t have a Marvel universe.

Now the days of looking for him in an MCU cameo are rapidly coming to a close.

I lack the words to express how I feel, how empty the world seems now. All I can say is that he will be greatly missed.

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Sunday Morning Nostalgia Crush!

The intro to SilverHawks, which didn’t run in my area, not even in syndication. I did see the toys at Kmart, however.

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They Only Come Out at Night

It’s been another shitty week, so we’ll make it a kitty week. So here are two cats, playing in the darkness. Enjoy!

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Let It Melt, Let It Melt, Let It Melt

Such a lovely December… I mean, November day.

Here it is, late fall and we end up with an inch of snow. Of course, since we got snow, damn near everyone on the roads decided to drive like a damn fool idiot; the only person I trust to drive in this sort of weather is Prime. He knows what he’s doing and he drives with better sense than 99% of the other people on the roads. So yes, he got me to work safely. Damn, I do love that man-bot.

We were busy today. At one point, we had a door count of 235, which is a weekend number. But we’re getting close to Thanksgiving and Christmas isn’t that far away, so of course, we’re going to get busier. We’re also getting more hours, which means bigger paychecks. That definitely does not suck.

Wiesia was actually semi-decent today. Granted, she came in later than me and we weren’t around each other too much but she didn’t blow me off or anything like that. She was–dare I say it?–almost friendly. Weird.

I’m in at 11:30 tomorrow and there until 20:00. We’ve got another special shopping event for some local businesses and it looks like I’ll be at the door for this. Yay, go me, I guess. Beats getting up at 4:30 in the morning on Black Friday.

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