TurboRoo, a chihuahua born without its front legs, was given a 3D printed cart made by San Diego firm 3dyn so he could train to be a service dog for disabled children.
UGH SO PRECIOUS ;n;
my dad died from ALS when i was 3 years old. he was 36. my mom was 33. that was 30 years ago. now i’m the same age my mom was when my dad died. and there is still no cure for ALS.
this is what happens when you have ALS: your muscles slowly stop working, one part at a time. for my dad, first he couldn’t use one of his hands. then his arm. then the other arm. then he couldn’t walk. then he couldn’t stand up. then he couldn’t talk. then he couldn’t swallow. then he couldn’t breathe. then he was dead.
this all took about two years. he was diagnosed when i was about one year old. the only memories i have about my dad are of an inert body in a wheelchair or lying in a bed with a bunch of tubes stuck into it. as i was learning to talk, he was losing the ability to speak. as i was learning to walk, he stopped being able to move. my mom often had to choose between who she was going to help go to the bathroom at any given moment: her husband or her toddler.
after my dad died, my mom took over the philadelphia chapter of the ALS association. it consisted of a shoebox full of notecards with names on it. now it is a multi-million dollar organization with a large staff. she is still in charge. my mom is one of the most amazing people on the planet, basically.
these past couple weeks have been mind-boggling. i have openly wept watching so many of these videos. i still don’t completely get how all of this has happened, but now we live in a world in which lil wayne and taylor swift and oprah and justin timberlake and weird al and bill gates talk about ALS. my mom just emailed me this sentence: “lebron james ice bucket challenge.” i mean, IS THIS REAL LIFE?! i just keep saying over and over: holy shit. holy shit. holy shit.
so far, it has raised over 10 million dollars… and counting. my mom has spent every single day of her life for the past three decades trying to get this kind of attention and funds for this disease.
i don’t care if it’s a stupid gimmick. i don’t care if people are just doing this because it’s trendy or because they want pats on the back. i don’t care if it’s the new harlem shake. i don’t care if for the rest of my life, when i talk about ALS, i have to say “you know, the ice bucket disease.”
please, everybody, please keep pouring buckets of ice over your heads. please keep donating money. please keep talking about this.
my mom’s chapter:
p.s. the only reason i haven’t done my own ice bucket challenge yet is because i wanted to do it with my mom. we’re seeing each other next week, so it will happen then, i promise.
Think about this next time you think it’s just a stupid gimick
This is also why I think it’s really classless when celebrities use the ice bucket challenge to talk about other things. ALS is a largely ignored illness - there’s no month with pink merchandise for this one. While other issues certainly require comment, derailing the positive support for ALS is not fair.
Good on everyone who’s doing this!
Even the video game companies are getting in on it.
Maybe people wouldn’t be so annoyed with Milo Manara’s “Spider-Woman” #1 variant cover if every series got overtly sexy variant covers—not just the ones with female leads.
This is a world I want to live in.
and drawn just as badly for the most part!
Whenever I tell one of my stories about dealing with fanboys on the make, passive aggressive fakers, or nebbishy pros hoping to raise their cred at the bar by claiming they get chicks they really, really can’t get, someone pipes up to wail, “Boy, Colleen, you are such a weirdo magnet!”
Im glad this is being talked about. When i tell my stories, people say “man you really attract ‘em” and i feel like im being told it’s my fault. Like i look for it. They dont consider it is inevitable when dealing with people. The higher number of people, the longer you do this, the more chance of strangeness. Because i love being asked if someone can “come over for a studio visit” ( !!!!) or messages that say they want to stab me. Usually it’s not that bad but there is still this background noise of tiring, pushy, boundary leaping that i really hate.
The whole thing where you treat someone like a human being and they take it as though you are sexually interested or “trust someone a little and totally regret it after you notice they tell tall tales about interactions” thing sucks. And it doesnt go away, it haunts you for years since they pop up over and over- even from people you have never heard of telling these stories. And you want to scream and go “how is this still a thing, i never ever was part of that” And you miss being able to treat people like you used to- you have to get guarded and savvy and it sucks.
[ People who have poor boundaries have no understanding of the term “friendly acquaintance”. If you talk to them, share some emails, chat on the phone once in awhile, give them any attention whatsoever, God forbid you actually do help them, you are the BESTEST BUDDIES HAVING A RELATIONSHIP OMG WE’RE TOTALLY FRIENDS 4EVER and what the fuck do you mean you won’t follow me on twitter?!? ]
I love this bit. I dont think people use the term “acquaintance” often enough thanks to addicting social networking services like facebook and twitter. Why would i friend you??? We’re not friends.
People aren’t talkin about the news, they’re talking about what they think the news is. There is no news channel saying “This is what happened, draw your own conclusions.” We have made this country so bereft of critical thinking, that now we have a problem where we have to teach them to think for themselves.
We have no unified authority, or problem solvers. We have congressman discussing environmentalism, when they don’t understand half the problems our earth is going through. We go to congress instead of going to people who have worked their whole LIFE trying to solve these problems. When it comes to racism, we’re asking a panel of white dudes, when it comes to sexism and woman’s rights we ask a panel of white priests on what they think. IT’S INSANITY! We ask people who are not in the arena they should be speaking in/for.
AND THAT’S WHY WE DON’T trust the media, it’s because they’re not in the arena of black experience, and they don’t care about the black experience, UNTIL something bad happens and they have the tools to paint us as destructive, ugly and evil!
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