This Weekend Open Thread Will Be Abbreviated

We’re moving to a new server! A server we can actually afford! As a result, our beloved P-mag will be unavailable for 24-48 hours this weekend while I pack up and move all our crap to the new home. 

Disclaimer: All server moves have unexpected snafus. If we hit any problems, we’ll keep you posted through Tumblr, Twitter or Facebook.

I’ll take the site down Friday afternoon, so enjoy this open thread while it’s here. : )

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[E] Selena MacIntosh*

Selena MacIntosh is the owner and editor of Persephone Magazine. She also fixes it when it breaks. She is fueled by Diet Coke, coffee with a lot of cream in it, and cat hair.

101 thoughts on “This Weekend Open Thread Will Be Abbreviated”

  1. We were doing fake family awards in the car and my grandmother tried to give my mom the award for “best female activist for female activists who are actively female.”

    And, hooray! P-mag’s back! It’s going to be hard to resist while I finish studying for my English and Science finals tomorrow.

  2. On the weekly lonely train ride.  Intermediate distance relationships are assy.  You get used to living with a dude for a few years, then after a few years of less then stellar employment he ups and gets a much better job in a city a couple of hours away.  Then you spend the next year and a half (and counting) shuttling back and forth every other week and kicking yourself for getting a degree that you probably will never use and is not training you for the job you want to do (but buys you time to learn the other skills on your own, and plus pays you well cause you got a scholarship which was an offer you couldn’t refuse).  Grump grump grump.

    On the upside, we went to the market this weekend and got scapes, coriander, and new potatoes, and you guys, lightly boiled potatoes then pan friend with butter, coriander, scapes, and onion is AMAZING.  Dirt simple but sooooooooo tasty.

      1. I don’t even know what to say right now.

        There’s been screaming in the kitchen for the last half-hour. At least. I ended up storming out. I can’t believe this is becoming such a Huge Deal. I can’t believe the BIL is blow-out mad over teeny tiny things, things that weren’t even communicated AT ALL about until a few days ago when he fucking flipped on me over nothing.

        I don’t know what’s going to come of this, but I don’t think it will be anything good.

        1. Oh yuck. Is the BIL at all amenable to breaking for an emotional calm down and regrouping when actual move forward type action plans can be devised? This sometimes works with my family when shit hits the fan, particularly with my Dad who has a tendency to stew on problems, then explode.

          I typically come with something like, “I think we are both too upset to get anything accomplished right now, can we talk again in (x amount of time) when we’ve had a chance to calm down? Then we can decide what we need to do going forward to make this right. I don’t think we are getting anywhere with this right now.” It doesn’t always work, but sometimes you can kill the argument’s momentum and rein it back from crazy yelling land.

          1. I don’t even fucking know. We’ve tried all sorts of things, he just decided to pick on like…five things he suddenly had a huge-ass problem about. I think the issue is, he didn’t blow up at me because he was mad at ME, exactly. He was frustrated with EVERYTHING ELSE, and he decided to direct that at the BF and I. But mainly me.

            I don’t even want to talk to him anymore. He’s just made up his mind that I’m some sort of immature child (for reasons that AREN’T EVEN TRUE, and I told him that, but he still keeps trying to argue it), he’s decided the BF and I don’t help out around the house…he’s just decided all this SHIT, because he wants to be angry at something. He wants to blame someone else for all his problems. He’s unwilling to communicate, his idea of “finding a compromise” is us acquiescing to all of his (almost all unreasonable) demands, and overall he’s just being a complete and total ponce from Ponce-ville, population Twatwaffle.

            It feels like dealing with my mom all over again, because I know that there was NOTHING I could do to avoid the conflict, and even when he knew he was wrong, he steadfastly refused to admit it, refused to apologize for treating me like shit, refused to do anything to make the situation any better.

            What makes the situation even worse is that if anyone leaves this house first, it’s going to be us. They aren’t going to get kicked out because they have five kids, and they KNOW that. It’s like he’s unwilling to work with us, to give us the benefit of the doubt, thinks we’re lazy and that we don’t do anything…and he’s just going to keep trying to control the situation to make us leave.

            Fucking hell we WISH we could afford to leave. But we can’t. Not yet. Because we can’t. find. jobs.

            1. Oh man. That is massively shitty. I’m sorry. My Dad was like that for a while before he got his pain medication sorted and he was hurting and angry all the time. It took me packing a suitcase while sobbing and screaming to make him back off (and looking back on it, I put nothing useful in there, it was all books and other things that made me happy plus maybe some undies), and even then my mom had to come home in the middle of it and a) talk me down and b) shame the shit out of my father for making me feel unwelcome in my own home. It took a while for me to forgive him for that, and he was actually sorry. I can only hope the BIL realizes that he is full of shit, and that whatever problems he has with you are not his real problems.

  3. As you know, I’m asking for a friend:

    What if I.. er, one, were to get into bed, realize they were without their phone… then wander back through the apt and get not only their phone, but a piece or two of turkey from the fridge…

    Uhm, I mean, what would happen if someone left their phone in the fridge over night?

    (It didn’t happen to my, uhm, friend…. but it really, really almost did. Turkey… she loves turkey. More than her phone.)

    1. The cold would run the battery down pretty quick, but I don’t think it would do any more damage than it would if you left your phone in the car overnight when it’s cold out. (Disclaimer: I am by no means an expert on anything electronic. But I am forgetful and leave my phone weird places.)

    2. I second @drsong: I’d be more worried about the possible condensation than the cold. If your friend has already taken her phone out, don’t try to turn it on; stick it in a bag of rice and leave it in a warm place for 24-48 hours. I have rescued several phones from toilet drowning this way.

        1. Cook about a pound of chicken breasts (I boil ’em) and set aside until cool enough to handle. Shred and add hot sauce to taste. I I use about 1/2 cup or so. Chop 1/2 an onion and a few celery stalks and sautee. when those are done, toss into a bowl with chicken, add a block of cream cheese, about a cup or so of blue cheese dressing (or ranch if that’s your thing), and 2/3 package of shredded cheese of your choice (I used sharp cheddar blend). I threw in some dry bleu cheese this time, just for funsies, and it was delish). Mix well. Put in a casserole dish, top with the remaining shredded cheese, and toss in the oven. Bake at 350F until all bubbly and gooey.

          This has become my go-to for just about any occasion. I serve it with French bread or chips.

  4. Okay, the new server is ready for us. I’m prepping the files on our server to start moving them over, then changing the nameservers. We’ll be up over here until all bajillion files are uploaded to the new place, so you’ve got a few hours for chatting.

    Don’t quote me yet, but this is going better than I expected. We might be back by tonight.

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