Thursday, August 30, 2012

Nebraska School Won't Let Deaf Boy Use Name Sign

So here is the link to the article and the video on the site.

There is a school in Nebraska who is refusing to let a 3 year old deaf boy use his name sign. For the uninitiated, a name sign is a sign that you use when telling people your name instead of finger spelling the whole thing out. It's quicker than finger spelling, especially for a child so young. Hearing children his age have a hard time spelling their own damn names. Also, name signs usually have a bit of a personal touch to them to signify the person they belong to.

To kind of illustrate my point for my hearing readers that don't know much about deaf culture, my friend told me about a woman named Jacklyn who had some deaf friends. She had a bit of a booty to her and her hips swayed when she walked. When her friends signed her name sign to her, they signed the letter 'j' with a swerve in the middle. My own friend Jessie helped deaf children for a stint in a deaf school for her deaf studies class. After a couple of days the kids gave her a name sign. So instead of spelling out her name every time, they would sign a little 'j' by their ear because of the pretty and neat earrings she always wore.

Hunter's name sign is done by combining the 'h' and 'r' letter signs and waving them in front of him a bit. The school says it violates their zero tolerance policy because it looks like he's waving guns. So instead every time he has to say his name, he now has to finger spell it.

What in the tedious hell? How would these hearing people like it if someone told them they now had to spell out their names instead of just saying it because their name sounded offensive to them, or because it violated some policy? Because that is exactly what they are doing to Hunter. Hunter is the name his parents gave him. An actual hunter hunts. Sign Language is a very observational language for obvious reasons, there is a reason why his name sign looks the way it does. He's not threatening the other children or disrupting class, he's signing his name in his language.

The parents say that the school has even asked them to change his name sign to something less offensive. The school is denying this and Hunter still is not allowed to sign his name.

This is the most ridiculous and stupid thing I've been exposed to all day...and I work with the public. Granted it's over the phone, but you'd be surprised how much more stupid people can be over the phone than in person.

Hunter's parents have gotten the ACLU involved and from one report I read the National Association of the Deaf were also helping them as well. I really wish them luck in fighting this absolutely idiotic rule. Thank you hearing people in Nebraska for making us look bad to the deaf community.

Here is the link to the Facebook page the father set up, I encourage everyone to join it and show support for the Spanjer family. There was also a petition that someone had going to encourage the school to let Hunter keep his name, but it's now closed and has been delivered to the school. Yeah, let the stupidity of that sentence sink in. There has to be a petition for someone to keep their name.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

One Shot Story: Poodle Toenails

This popped into my head after I came home from the graveyard shift, just before dozing off in my own living room chair. I hope you enjoy it.



Poodle Toenails
Jenny walked into her home at a slow trudging pace. Her dark eyes squinted against the morning light. Dropping her bags next to the entrance, she swiftly kicked her foot back against the door and lazily felt for the lock. Jenny heard the clicking of her dogs toenails on the hardwood floor in the upstairs hall. Shuffling a few more feet further, she flopped into the plush chair next to the stairway. She kicked off her flats and rubbed her feet over the living room carpet before propping them on the foot rest. Jenny closed her eyes and rubbed her temples while her dog raised a staccato beat in the hallway before finally coming down the stairs, only to yelp and rush back up the steps. Her eyes began to open at the worrying sound and she caught a glimpse of the white fur vanishing past the wall that blocked the steps. She rolled her eyes and closed them again, lacing her fingers together and resting her hands on top of her stomach. Trixie could be such a goof, especially when Jenny came home after working nights.

Trixie paced in the hallway upstairs over and over again much to Jenny's dismay. She felt too tired for this today.

"Trixie baby, do you have to go pee pee?"

The dog ran down the steps halfway. Jenny raised her hand in an effort to pet Trixie but fatigue won out and her arm flopped back down onto the armrest. Sitting there, she could feel the dog boring holes into her head.

"C'mon, let's go pee." She mumbled turning her head, but Trixie raced back up the stairs before she could open her eyes. "Alright, guess you're just hyper today."

Jenny listened to her dog, no doubt scratching up the floor by the way she was pacing back and forth, for another minute or two before yelling out, "Alright Trixie! Just go to bed, mommy will be up soon!"

To her relief she heard the dog run through the hallway and under her bed where Trixie usually liked to take refuge. Jenny let out a sigh of relief at the same time she heard a whimper come from next to her chair. Her eyes flew open and her brow knitted. Staring down in confusion, Jenny saw a trembling Trixie staring up in fear.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Well This Is Awkward

Fucking awkward if I may say so myself.

I never thought I'd have to complain about getting money. So I've been working on making my short story Wendy Roase into an e-book. A lot easier to do than I thought which is freaking great...as long as you have proofreaders that, you know, actually fucking do what they're supposed to do in an acceptable time frame. I finally found one that did, and I may have two others. Awesome. Now next time maybe I won't have to wait a month for a fucking page long short story to be proofread (exasperation!).

According to the one friend that actually did it my story needed very little work other then a few commas added here and there and a word or two taken out. Great! Oh, what's that Amazon KDP? You won't let me sell it for free?

What the fuck?

I see free books on Amazon all the time. Apparently I have to collect royalties and the price has to be set to something between .99 and 2.99 at the very least. So I said fuck that because what kind of scumbag thing is that to do to make some tiny changes and then charge you to download a story that you can just read on my damn blog anyway?

Here's the link to the post in which the story originally was posted...and yes I have edited it so it matches the current edits made to it. I am in the process of proof reading and editing a different humorous short story about a date gone wrong though and that will actually be available for a dollar...if you so choose to buy it that is. It's almost done and hopefully won't be very long. For now though Wendy Roase will have to be available for free on my blog and not in Kindle format.

So much for making myself available for a larger audience...for now. I was so excited too.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Doggy Doo

I can't wait for winter so I can finally retreat back to my own room. It's the only time of the season when my room actually gets cool enough for me to sleep in it. Until then I've been bunking on the big comfy chair with the big comfy footrest in front of the TV. Being as my family is louder than hell I alternate between waking up because of them or because of the TV that is inexplicably turned up as loud as it can go sometimes.

Today I woke up to the weirdest commercial I've ever seen. And I love sharing weird shit with you people.

It was a game where you clean up play-doh dog shit...for kids. Catch three turds and you win the game!

At first I thought it was just some hypnogogia from waking up suddenly and that it had been part of a dream. Coincidentally I thought the same thing the first time I was woken up by a commercial for Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi when I was younger.

So I traveled to the land of Facebook to relay my strange tale to my kin. I was informed by my friend that this was not a new thing and has been out for years. That made me wonder how this slipped by my radar.






Youtube doesn't lie, this is a real thing.

Nice little bit of trivia for you, in Germany it is called 'Kackel Dackel' or the Pooping Dachshund. Which is a little weird when you consider that dachshund is German, so I don't understand how Kackel Dackel can translate to Pooping Dachshund when dachshund isn't part of the Kackel...ahhh fuck it.

Also there is a travel version!

*Edit: I just figured out the translation quandary. In Germany dachshunds are referred to as either teckel or dackel. Deutsche fail for me.

Friday, August 3, 2012

A Little Bit Of Thursday Sillyness

Damn the internet and its memes. They've latched root into my brain and (almost) ruined something for me again!

I've recently downloaded Stephen King's Nightmares and Dreamscapes for my Kindle. Originally I downloaded it just for "The Moving Finger". I remembered it from the TV Show Monsters and decided I had to actually read it, I also had the money...that helps.

The first story in his series of short stories is "Dolan's Cadillac". Try as I might I could only really get into it during the ending when the titular character finally meets his demise. All because while reading it, I tried to envision a rich, entitled, cold mob boss, but all I my mind's eye could see was this:



I combine pics from pics.

Or really I guess it should be saying "Robinson Pls" since that is the character's name.