I found a Flickr group/project called 365 Days. The idea is to take a picture of yourself – at least in part – every day for a year. I’m not going to link to the group ’cause some people think they look best naked and we just don’t need to go there. I usually don’t (go there); I just stole the idea.

It started out as, “Hey, that could be fun,” but quickly evolved into a really neat (yes I did) way to journal. I’m trying to get better at capturing either the highlight or the summation of the day, and typing a lot in the Description. It’s also making me want a real camera, which is inconvenient.

You can see my set here. And it’s not too late to start; you can go February to February if you want. You know you want on this bandwagon.

I think this is my fav for January:

Are you doing this? Something similar? Post a link to your Flickr set (or whatever) in the comments!

“He’s alive and they won’t help me!”

22weeks is a 25-minute featurette that released last August to zero fanfare (or I was under a rock, ’cause I’d never heard of it). No doubt part of the reason it didn’t get any coverage was because it was producer Angel Manuel Soto’s first film. No big names attached to this one.

The other reason you’ve never heard of it is because it’s based on the testimony of a woman named Angele. She told the World Net Daily about her abortion, and while her story is horrifying, it’s not a rare one.

I found an article on The Christian Post about the film yesterday and will now proceed to cut and paste a large chunk of it. CAUTION: This may ruin your morning.

Earlier in the film, we find a much different Angela at the EPOC Clinic in Orlando, Fla., as she is midway through the second trimester of her pregnancy. There, Angela is presented with two options: the suction method or an injection to the baby’s heart.

She chooses the latter, convinced by employees that the procedure will not cause the baby any pain. She would simply have a stillborn birth the following day. To her, the suction method is a monstrous act.

After the procedure, she is met by a group of pro-life advocates outside the clinic. When one Christian tries to convince her to save the baby, Angela replies, “God was never raped.”

While there a several uncomfortable moments when Angela experiences some complications, the shocking scene near the end comes as she has given birth to her baby on a toilet.

“He’s alive!” Angela screams, shocked that the baby was not dead like the employees had assured he would be when born.

But the mother is even more horrified when the employees, who respond slowly to her cries, deny the baby is living, do not help her and lock her in the bathroom.

“He’s alive and they won’t help me!” Angela tells her friend on the phone. “I don’t want this anymore … I made a mistake! Call 911!”

As Angela waits for help, she holds the baby close to her, telling her son, “I’m so sorry” and “I love you so much,” and wishing she had another chance.

When the ambulance arrives at the clinic, the employees try to turn them away, insisting that no one placed a 911 call.

The baby, whom Angele had named Rowan, died 10 minutes after the 911 call by her friend due to negligence. The doctor, Jim Perper, who administered the injection, was not prosecuted.

Soto has been working with BornAliveTruth.org and Operation Rescue to try to promote the film. You can go to the website to watch a trailer (I watched the one on the front page and it’s not graphic), order the DVD, request a screening, etc. Soto is relying on word-of-mouth to get the word out about the film and the abuses going on in abortion clinics all over the country. Count me in.

This is Bound4Life’s 140-character review via Twitter:

You can read the whole Christian Post article here.

After much study and meditation I have conclusively determined that there are portions of the male human brain that stop developing after eight to ten years post-womb. I don’t have the statistics to prove it, but I figure if Einstein didn’t need data to present that whole bit about dents in the fabric of space then I don’t need data either.

Let me preface this revelation by saying it is in no way an under-handed jab at Husband. In truth, Husband seems to have made it well beyond the normal ten years of what I’m calling Testostardus (from the English testosterone and the Latin tardus or “slow”). I’m not so simple as to not have taken scores (if not hundreds) of case studies into account before announcing any conclusive findings. Read: I know lots of boys and they’re mostly the same in this regard.

Let the preface also state that neither is this the dawn of a femi-nazi phase, or the hinting of such a streak within me. Men are good and necessary, which is perfectly evident in the omnipotent wisdom of a Creator who saw fit to handicap the more intelligent half of the human race with inferior physical strength (generally speaking, of course).

Disclaimers enunciated, allow me to restate my position: There exist portions of the male human brain that dramatically slow or altogether cease development after about eight to ten years. I don’t know much about neurology, so I can’t tell you where this mysterious section is or what it’s called. Fortunately we’ve already determined that actual data is unnecessary.

I am also aware that there are parts of the human brain that no human really uses. The portion in question here, however, is one that women display frequent and unhindered use of.

The portion in question is that small corner of the human brain that seems to combine reason with practical application. A simple example:

Empty containers belong in garbage or recycling receptacles.

Women don’t generally respond to this statement. It is at least simply true and at most second nature.

Men, however, strongly agree with this statement. Not because they apply it to their lives, but merely because they’ve been told so many times that they’ve come to accept it as true. We call this the “Yes, dear” reflex, and credit Pavlov for his earlier work in a similar field. The stunted mental development, then, is where simple knowledge becomes practical application.

The same stunting is what keeps dirty socks everywhere but the laundry hamper, dairy products on the counter instead of the refrigerator, commonly used items about two feet from where they actually belong, and toilets generally un-flushed.

I am currently seeking financial support to begin development of medication that may be used to treat this condition, and reverse the effects of Testostardus. In the meantime, I can only recommend electric shock therapy.