Sea in my Pocket Tierfamilien

Frisch eingetroffen sind heute die Sea in my Pocket Familien. 4 verschiedene Blister mit jeweils 4 Figuren, bestehend aus Mutter und 3 Jungtieren, sind in dieser Serie erhältlich. Die Figuren sind nicht identisch mit den Figuren aus den Folienbeuteln!

Sea in my Pocket Delfin-Familie für 7.95 Euro
Sea in my Pocket Kraken-Familie für 7.95 Euro
Sea in my Pocket Krebs-Familie für 7.95 Euro
Sea in my Pocket Meeresschildkröten-Familie für 7.95 Euro

We’ve all heard of women referring to Denzel as the perfect mix of educated and street culture.  That means that you should emulated Denzel right? Wrong! Please excuse this, but I’m gonna have to nerd out on you for a minute. These women aren’t looking for a man in the middle of the Urkel/Ike spectrum. That would take effort despite the fact that statistically you should expect more men in the middle. In reality it wouldn’t form a bell curve, it would be a dumbell distribution. The ends have way too many guys at the extremes of the personality types. Why? Because women are pushing them in that direction!

You see, a while back women decided that it was better to have a portfolio of men they don’t desire, than one man they do. They pick out the dude that gets them hot and bothered, then supplement his flaws with men with more practical skills hoping that they’ll average out to the man of their dreams. What they ended up was with some Island of Dr Moreau type shit and now everyone is dysfunctional. You see, they have a desire for traits that don’t go together in one man (Tupac with a degree) unless he’s schizophrenic. They are manipulating men to be more towards the extremes to get those traits. Even the “well balanced” man (in this case Denzel)  is bound to come up short when one extreme or another is needed. That guarantees that being a Denzel you will never be the only man. She’ll always have Ike and Urkel in the background in case they are needed. You would be wiser to go to one of the extremes, that way only the opposite extreme is guaranteed and the guy in the middle is only a possibility.  They want the mid spectrum man to show off to their friends but they need the extremes to survive.

The best solution tho their problem? A man who can be anything when he needs to be it, right? Sounds perfect right? Wrong! I am that dude and I constantly have women trying to push me to whatever extreme meets her wants, not needs, if not outright trying to compete with me her damn self. One reason that a portfolio of men is desired is that she can always have the upper hand. All of the men possess a fatal flaw that she can manipulate. They can’t pull that bullshit with a full spectrum man. She will never be the best at anything. She can’t deceive you, and she can’t strong arm you. They value being on top more than they value a healthy relationship. This is why the choose the synthetic man (Denzel’s image) over the real man.

By posting this, I realize I’m likely no better than the magazines of the mid-90’s who helped stir up the war of words between the East Coast and West Coast. However, I’m roughly 99.9999% sure that outcome will not present itself again. Yesterday, the homie Liad posted Blake Kelly’s new viral video for the track “I’d Be Damned” featured on the upcoming mixtape, “Higher Education.”

During the song, Blake has a line proclaiming, “Where he beat up a Nupe and tried to pledge Que/ But he was so cool that yall forgot too…” It was this bar which prompted Simp, a Nupe himself, to respond with the following record. Over Fabolous and Jay-Z’s “Money Goes, Honeys Stay“, Simp waxes his own poetics telling Blake “a fight on school grounds don’t make you a legend” amongst other things.

As a good friend to both Blake and Simp, I’m staying out of the entire situation in hopes that it, like the GS Boyz, will soon fade away.

DL: Simp–When You Graduate (Blake Kelly diss)

Flashback: Blake Kelly–I’d Be Damned (Video)

Los Simpsons Temporada 19

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19×01 Le gusta volar “D’oh”

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19×02 El Homer de Sevilla

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19×03 El grua-boy de media noche

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19×04 No se porque canta el pajaro enjaulado

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19×05 La Casa del Terror XVIII

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19×06 El Pequeño Huerfano Millie

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19×09 Eterno estupor de una mente

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19×10 El pluribus Wiggum

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19×11 Aquel show de los 90

19×12 Amor al estilo de Springfield

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19×13 El infilBartado

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19×14 Noño crimen perfecto

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19×15 Hija ahumada

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19×16 Papá, no me chupes la sangre

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19×17 Apocalipsis

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estuve unos dias fuera aqui teneis falta el 18 :p

if I don’t also think positively.  So, another bullet-point list.

• Succinctrix

• friends (who still talk to me)

• family (who still talks to me)

• TW kicking tons o’ ass

• games

• Simp

• Trek

• Entourage

Kinda silly that the last 3 items are TV shows.  Sigh.

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Sleep: had trouble sleeping again, but got up at 11:30am with the alarm.  I of course then proceeded to relax during several Simp episodes.

Food: Shabbos lunch.

Tum: Nervous::anxious::low appetite.

Mood: Very sad.

Suicidal Tendencies: Numb.

Productivity: Nothing so far today.

Joy: As noted above with the Simp.

Sex: With me.

Sleep: Couldn’t really sleep at night thanks to yesterday’s mistake.  Regardless, I got up today at about 1:30pm after not too much.  I may have to return to bed later.  Not sure.  Anyway, I had a crazy dream.  The bit that I remember was I was observing, though not a character in, a Simp episode wherein Bart, Nelson, Martin, and some other kid made a sort of club in an ice cavern over a lake.  I thin the club played cards.  The bit I witnessed was they were playing at this chunk of ice for a table seated at chunks of ice for chairs.  At some point, I think Nelson threw a snowball at Martin, which is the type of thing Nelson usually does.  Martin fell back onto the snow.  Oh, I forgot to mention, the characters were all wearing their traditional clothes, so nothing but shorts on bottom.  Almost as soon as Martin hit the snow, I was suddenly Martin.  And I couldn’t get up.  The other boys freaked and ran out.  Like an overturned turtle, I just lay there, unable to move.  It got colder.  I soon became aware that both my body heat was melting the snow and ice and the snow and ice were draining away my body heat.  I somehow knew that there were only a few inches of ice between me and very cold water.  I also somehow knew that there were seals or otters or something in the water.  Why I found that last part dangerous I don’t know.  I lay there for a really long time ever aware of my weight pressing down and my heat melting away.  I was very well aware that this was really dangerous and even that I might not survive.  I tried calling out for help, but as most people know, my voice is high-pitched and squeaky so doesn’t really come out as a scream.  I then became a 3rd party observer at the same time as remaining Martin.  The 3rd party was aware of a woman resembling my mom in the early 70s was coming to my rescue.  She ran in, scooped me up in her arms, and carried me out.  The next thing I was aware of was being carried back to the neighborhood wrapped in a towel, Bart accompanying us.  Bart didn’t apologize.  He was oddly silent.  I told this mystery woman how the first thing I was gonna do was soak in a hot bath and then curl up in my warm bed.  She delivered me to my parents.

Food: Earlier a bagel with cream cheese and pb, some dried cranberries, a granola bar, 2 fruit roll-ups, and a Squirt.

Tum: Anxious.

Mood: Sadness and •ignoring it•.

Suicidal Tendencies: A little.

Productivity: So much done last night as compared to earlier.

Joy: Eh.

Sex: With me.  Uninteresting.

Sleep:  I got up at 9:30am.  I think my dreams were somehow related to the Simp, but it’s pretty fuzzy.

Food: Cereal, pizza, and some salad yesterday.  The remainder of the sourdough and goat cheese earlier today.

Tum: Not bad for now.

Mood: I think numb.

Suicidal Tendencies: Yes.  And I found a tree I hadn’t seen before.  It’d be perfect.

Productivity:  Finally returned a bunch of e-mail and finally got cracking on that Followers of John 1-page for Jeff.

Joy: More Trek last night and girl talk and a touch of Simp.

Sex: With myself and not as good as it was the last time.  Stupid loss of sensation.

Sleep:  Got up around noon I think?  MIght’ve been a bit later.  This was after I think going to bed after 5am.  I will hopefully crash at night tonight given I have lunch at Paramount tomorrow.  I don’t really remember any dreams.  Just impressions again.

Food: After shabbos lunch, had sushi with Ben’n'Raquel.  Later had more sourdough’n'goat cheese with honey and apple juice.  Nothing yet today.

Tum: Minimal anxiety and nervousness.

Mood: I guess kinda excited assuming this date thing works out.  Beyond that, not much of anything.

Suicidal Tendencies: Yes.

Productivity: I guess sharing shabbos and being with friends is somewhat productive.  I also FINALLY transfered The Widower files to my iMac.

Joy: Last night played Rock Band 2 with Ben, watched Prince Caspian (meh), talked to a girl, and watched some Trek’n'Simp..

Sex: Hmmm.  No, not that exciting.

Sleep: Since I went to bed early for me, I woke up around 2 or 3am.  I was up most of the rest of the night.  Now here’s the weird part.  I had a long conversation with a girl yesterday.  It went pretty well.  The exchanging of numbers.  I called.  Left a message.  I don’t think I was stalkery at all.  The dream I had was that we hung out and were all over each other.  I mean DAMN!  It’s almost as if my nocturnal mind committed fully to a relationship that simply doesn’t exist yet.  I mean, for all I know, I may never talk to her again, let alone hang out.  It was a good dream though.

Food:  I did the shabbos spread which I won’t list ’cause I don’t feel like it.

Tum: Anxious & nervous with a touch of nausea.

Mood: Very sad.

Suicidal Tendencies: Yes.

Productivity: Another day where it’s a miracle I even got up.

Joy: I watched 30 Rock, Next (ug), and some Simp.  But like yesterday, I don’t know if that counts as joy.

Sex: Bleh.

Sleep: I’ve been a good boy.  I didn’t get up with the alarm the first time, but the second, definitely.  That is to say, I got up at 9:30am, but snoozed to a Simp so am now basically awake.  Don’t remember dreams, really.

Food:  I think all I had yesterday was some chalah and humus along with a bottle of limeade.  I honestly don’t remember anything else.  Today I finished off the limeade.

Tum: N & A.

Mood: More sad today than lonely.  The situation with Cutter really only lasted about a day.

Suicidal Tendencies: I guess yes, but low and I don’t know how else to describe it.

Productivity: Last night I got stuff for Rachel’s b-day.  I also chatted with a couple ladies.  The second item doesn’t really feel like it counts, though.

Joy: I watched some 30 Rock and Simp.  This is far more therapeutic than joyous, though

Sex: Neh.

Sleep:  Up a li’l before 11:30am.  The only dream I remember was getting food from a grocery store deli of some kind with Mark Cotton, bringing it back to a dorm of some kind, and then figuring out whose is whose.  Everything i almost ate seemed to be his.  I couldn’t keep anything straight.  Kind of like when I’m awake.

Food: Last night I had sushi with my dad, then a touch of mango mousse, flourless choco cake, porter, and champagne at David’s, then jerky at Bob’s.  Nothing yet today, but that’ll change pretty soon.

Tum: Anxiety.  Mild nausea.  Mild hunger.

Mood: Depressed.  Anxious.  Sad.  The anger comes and goes, but is a bit smaller now

Suicidal Tendencies: Oh heavens yes.

Productivity: Not much yesterday except a few e-mail messages.  Though I guess going to David’s party and hangin’ with pa count for something.

Joy: Time with dad, David’s party, and 30 Rock/Simp.

Sex: No.

Sleep:  I actually got up around 11:30am.  First AM in a while.  Don’t remember my dreams.  I think something about my grandmother, but I’n ot sure.

Food: Yesterday I had a sandwich, turkey, cranberries, etc., some orange juice, then later some salmon, chicken, jerky, and Sprite.  Today nothing yet, but I swear I’ll eat soon.

Tum: Anxiety.  Mild nausea.

Mood: Depressed.  Anxious.  Sad.  Angry.  This has gone in big waves.  Urge to kill… rising!

Suicidal Tendencies: Yes.

Productivity: Check the last The Widower diary.

Joy: Some Simp and I don’t recall if anything else..

Sex: A li’l w/ me.

Sleep:  I actually got up around 11:30am.  First AM in a while.  Don’t remember my dreams.  I think something about my grandmother, but I’n ot sure.

Food: Yesterday I had a sandwich, turkey, cranberries, etc., some orange juice, then later some salmon, chicken, jerky, and Sprite.  Today nothing yet, but I swear I’ll eat soon.

Tum: Anxiety.  Mild nausea.

Mood: Depressed.  Anxious.  Sad.  Angry.  This has gone in big waves.  Urge to kill… rising!

Suicidal Tendencies: Yes.

Productivity: Check the last The Widower diary.

Joy: Some Simp and I don’t recall if anything else..

Sex: A li’l w/ me.

Sleep:  Up at about 2:30pm.  Weird dreams about my grandmother being pissed at me and my brother, Nate, being a douche somehow.  Oh, I just remembered, I also had a dream that Nate died and I was relieved that I’d made amends for past transgressions and, in the dream, even thought something like, well, it’s a good thing I made amends ’cause now it’s too late!

Food: Last night some Ahi Tuna thing I forgot the name of and some fancy dancy mac ‘n’ cheese, plus a Stella and some 7Up or Sprite.  Oh, then much later the last of the Paru’s leftovers and some jerky.  Today nothing so far.

Tum: Anxiety.

Mood: Depressed.  Anxious.  Sad.  Angry.  This has gone in big waves.  It’s calm right now, but it’ll be back.

Suicidal Tendencies: Yes.

Productivity: None.

Joy: Din last night was joyful as was a touch of Simp.  Maybe later today.

Sex: Nope.

Sleep:  Forced myself to get up at 1pm.  Don’t remember any dreams.

Food: Last night scrambled eggs which I couldn’t finish because I hit a wall and got nauseated.  Then later, I feasted on some jerky, a power brownie, some pb Twix, some Naked Juice, and some 7Up.  Today nothing so far.

Tum: Hunger, anxiety.

Mood: Depressed.  Anxious.  Sad.  Angry.  I guess this hasn’t changed in a couple days.

Suicidal Tendencies: Yes.

Productivity: Left a few messages and sent a few messages.  I miss writing, but Haven’t felt like I’ve had the time.

Joy: Some Entourage and Simp.  And of course last night, Alysia’s thing.

Sex: Last night with myself.  Though Green Day’s lyrics are haunting me.  Maybe it is time to become a monk.

•I should not be left alone at night.

•Had a good b-day, mostly due to Cutter (GodDAMN can that girl blow heads off zombies!).

•I’m 32.  I’m now as old as Sam Gaglani was when I worked for him at Green Moon Productions.  More importantly, though, I’m almost exactly as old as Rachel was when she met me.  In fact…

•In about 2 weeks’ time, it’ll be the… 6th anniversary of when Rachel and I first met.

•That’s as long as I was at Catlin.  Thanks for the b-day greetings, Barkley.  Very cool of you.  I’ll be thinking of you too.  No, not in that way.  Unless you want me to.  I’m kidding!  Or am I?

•I’m jacked up on 2 Cokes only because I didn’t feel like cracking open a beer.  I was that thirsty.

•I have an appointment in something like 6 hours or less at Planned Parenthood and I’m no-fucking-where near sleep.

•I’m sad.

•I’m angry.

•I can’t fucking cry.  I keep waiting for the tears and they keep not coming.

•I’m watching Entourage.  2nd season.  I think I will have to buy this shit on DVD at some point.  Maybe when I’m feeling blue, I’ll watch back-to-back like I do with The Simp ™.

•I can’t fucking figure out how to change the acount on the App store and on iTunes on my fucking iPhone.  I’ve been using the money Karen gave Rachel (in Your face!) for weeks now and am down to $0.90 which is $0.09 less than I need to buy a song.  I have 2 gift crds, one from dad and one from Friend-to-you and I can’t do anything with them because I can’t figure out how to change my account on the iPhone AND because I left the fucking gift cards in Palmdale.

•As each moment passes, I dread The Memorial ™ even more.

•I really don’t think I can see Rachel’s tombstone without vomiting.  Or at least coming close.

•I still can’t take the phrase “Rachel’s tombstone” seriously.

•Even Paru’s tastes like ash.

•Most of the 18th, all I could think about (no, not literally most and no, not literally all) was how I have fucking DECADES left.  Decades!!  Fucking decades.

•I can’t stand it when people say they “believe in love” because all the evidence points to love being no more than a chemical reaction in the brain.

•The chemicals are still reacting.

•Cutter wasted me on b-ball, I choked her on golf, she fucked me up on bowling (but was kind enough to teach me how to do it), and I knocked her down on boxing.

•Even at this godawful late hour, I’m actually thinking on working on The Widower.

•I wonder how I’ll look in all black.

•Mum was the only one who told me I didn’t have to celebrate my b-day.

•I want to have a picnic at Rachel’s gravesite on her 37th, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to go with anyone and I don’t know where I’m gonna get picnic stuff.

•I totally butchered the Hebrew during tonight’s stories.  I wonder if I’ll ever learn.

•I think I’m gonna see The Dark Knight on IMAX.  Any takers?  I think I’m also gonna watch Defiance again.  When Liev’s character finds out he’s a widower, yeah, man, that’s what it’s fucking like.  Only worse.

•Ever since Honey said it, it’s bothered me how she said that she was around vets who lost their families so, essentially, what the fuck was I whining about?  Well, Honey, 2 things.  One, if my dad can get out of Nam, fucking anyone can, and 2, it’s a motherfucking volunteer army, bitch.  If the vets didn’t wanna fucking cook, they shouldn’t've run head-on straight into the motherfucking kitchen.  End-stage liver disease still has a draft.

•Henrik’s thing was quite cool.  The free drinks especially.  Poor Henrik.  AFI scarred him more than I thought.  But damn did he look good.  No, not in that way.  It was good to see him after so very, very long.

•My heart’s racing.  Is it the caffeine?  The Rage ™?  Or both?

•I should not be left alone at night.

•Had a good b-day, mostly due to Cutter (GodDAMN can that girl blow heads off zombies!).

•I’m 32.  I’m now as old as Sam Gaglani was when I worked for him at Green Moon Productions.  More importantly, though, I’m almost exactly as old as Rachel was when she met me.  In fact…

•In about 2 weeks’ time, it’ll be the… 6th anniversary of when Rachel and I first met.

•That’s as long as I was at Catlin.  Thanks for the b-day greetings, Barkley.  Very cool of you.  I’ll be thinking of you too.  No, not in that way.  Unless you want me to.  I’m kidding!  Or am I?

•I’m jacked up on 2 Cokes only because I didn’t feel like cracking open a beer.  I was that thirsty.

•I have an appointment in something like 6 hours or less at Planned Parenthood and I’m no-fucking-where near sleep.

•I’m sad.

•I’m angry.

•I can’t fucking cry.  I keep waiting for the tears and they keep not coming.

•I’m watching Entourage.  2nd season.  I think I will have to buy this shit on DVD at some point.  Maybe when I’m feeling blue, I’ll watch back-to-back like I do with The Simp ™.

•I can’t fucking figure out how to change the acount on the App store and on iTunes on my fucking iPhone.  I’ve been using the money Karen gave Rachel (in Your face!) for weeks now and am down to $0.90 which is $0.09 less than I need to buy a song.  I have 2 gift crds, one from dad and one from Friend-to-you and I can’t do anything with them because I can’t figure out how to change my account on the iPhone AND because I left the fucking gift cards in Palmdale.

•As each moment passes, I dread The Memorial ™ even more.

•I really don’t think I can see Rachel’s tombstone without vomiting.  Or at least coming close.

•I still can’t take the phrase “Rachel’s tombstone” seriously.

•Even Paru’s tastes like ash.

•Most of the 18th, all I could think about (no, not literally most and no, not literally all) was how I have fucking DECADES left.  Decades!!  Fucking decades.

•I can’t stand it when people say they “believe in love” because all the evidence points to love being no more than a chemical reaction in the brain.

•The chemicals are still reacting.

•Cutter wasted me on b-ball, I choked her on golf, she fucked me up on bowling (but was kind enough to teach me how to do it), and I knocked her down on boxing.

•Even at this godawful late hour, I’m actually thinking on working on The Widower.

•I wonder how I’ll look in all black.

•Mum was the only one who told me I didn’t have to celebrate my b-day.

•I want to have a picnic at Rachel’s gravesite on her 37th, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to go with anyone and I don’t know where I’m gonna get picnic stuff.

•I totally butchered the Hebrew during tonight’s stories.  I wonder if I’ll ever learn.

•I think I’m gonna see The Dark Knight on IMAX.  Any takers?  I think I’m also gonna watch Defiance again.  When Liev’s character finds out he’s a widower, yeah, man, that’s what it’s fucking like.  Only worse.

•Ever since Honey said it, it’s bothered me how she said that she was around vets who lost their families so, essentially, what the fuck was I whining about?  Well, Honey, 2 things.  One, if my dad can get out of Nam, fucking anyone can, and 2, it’s a motherfucking volunteer army, bitch.  If the vets didn’t wanna fucking cook, they shouldn’t've run head-on straight into the motherfucking kitchen.  End-stage liver disease still has a draft.

•Henrik’s thing was quite cool.  The free drinks especially.  Poor Henrik.  AFI scarred him more than I thought.  But damn did he look good.  No, not in that way.  It was good to see him after so very, very long.

•My heart’s racing.  Is it the caffeine?  The Rage ™?  Or both?

Sleep:  This is bad.  I finally got up at about 5pm.  Sorry.  For some reason, almost all of my dreams somehow involved Ford Austin.  Don’t worry, Ford.  Nothing erotic.  Or was there?

Food: Yesterday soup nummers chick soup, pickles, bagel chips, then alter, salmon, babaganush, hummus, pound cake, bread, a coke, a couple choco cookies.  Nothing so far today.

Tum: Anxiety.

Mood: Last night, as you saw, The Rage ™ was ON!  Now not much of anything..

Suicidal Tendencies: Nasty.  Last night was the worst in weeks, if not months.  I came up with, hmmm, 3 ways?  6?  Clearly I carried none of them out as I’m typing this, but wow, it was dark in this room last night.

Productivity: Last night I looked up some congresspeople to eventually draft letters about the CoG.  I guess that’s minor productivity.

Joy: Simp last night.  And that Falling Down movie and Resident Evil: Extinction and I talked to Tim for a long while.  Oh, and I chatted with Friend-to-you.

Sex: Not today.

Sleep:  Woke up around 2pm.  Had a helluva time getting to sleep.  Had to listen to 3 episodes of Atheist Experience.  Woke up a bunch.  Had 2 sets of anxiety dreams.  One was basically a re-imagining of the wedding rehearsal dinner (sans rehearsal) at which You and not only Your cult buddies were there, but also Your work buddies (aka nobody I fucking know).  You even said I hated You, which I don’t, by the way, but rage and bitterness are pretty accurate.  I remember I bolted around the time You said that, but there was no real place to go.  I was looking for my dad to impose, but he wasn’t around.  The other anxiety dream was much shorter.  I was walking along a church yard.  I think this was in LA.  The church I believe was Catholic.  It had 2 towers.  I was aware that Rachel’s grave was there, but didn’t dare approach.  Even in the dream I felt nauseated.

Food: Yesterday even a 7-layer and spicy chicken and Sprite from Taco Bell.  Then some mint choco chip ice cream.  Nothing so far today.

Tum: Anxiety.

Mood: A tinge of sadness, regret, and shock.

Suicidal Tendencies: Still lurking.

Productivity: Not really anything yet.

Joy: Simp last night.

Sex: Yes this afternoon.

Yesterday afternoon, Mike Davey from the Minnesota Coalition for the Homeless spoke at Voice Lessons, a Simpson Housing Services event that brought people together to learn skills to speak to their legislators. The talk was specifically geared towards issue around funding for programs for people experiencing homelessness.

The current legislative session is looking to be a tough one, with cuts almost certain. The sad irony is that we are seeing an ever-increasing need for our services, just at the time when the slashing of programs is looming.

Generally speaking, people tend to shy away from speaking to their legislators, so a visit or phone call can hold a lot of weight. It has been said that every meeting or phone call a senator or representative receives is viewed as representing the sentiments of 100 constituents.

You don’t need to be an expert on the situation. You are a concerned citizen. If you have a passion for or personal experience with an issue, you are an expert.

A few other points brought up at the session:

Be as specific as possible about whatever you are calling about.

If you hear “You are speaking to the choir” from your elected official, remember that the choir can get rusty and need practice. Continue to express your thoughts.

The idea of focusing on what we need in the budget vs. what we have the money for is key.

Be sure to “get the ask.”

Go to to find your legislator.