(NOTE: I found this post in my drafts folder, it’s actually a couple of years old; apparently never published it. In it, I say I don’t care what she thinks, but then I wrote all these words, so I guess I did! Sometimes I’m full of shit, yo.) In which my ex’s girlfriend posted a […]
In which Minneapolis twitter is enthusing about “Spring,” but, having lived somewhere better, I can state unequivocally that what passes for spring here is a weak-ass attempt at what can be a glorious season. “Spring” here is brown and ugly. You can only tell it’s spring because of the slightly sweeter air, and the sudden […]
In which I have thirteen inks!? Well, this is my fountain pen ink collection. I don’t think I realized I had so many! The hues I have are these: Grey, horsetail brown, tundra green, teal, damson purple, rouge opera red, black, violet, apple green, orange yellow, rose pink, lavender blue, and syrah red. The syrah […]
In which I vent about the strange side effects of surviving for five decades. I’ve been unusually healthy most of my life, I think. Always felt robust and fine the majority of the time, barely even noticed my body. Had one surgery, wisdom teeth out, and a root canal. A ganglion cyst on my left […]
In which there’s a thought. You know, if you’ve found some old post here in which I’ve said stupid shit, please feel free to ignore it. Over the course of keeping this blog, I’ve thought a lot of stupid shit, and I can almost guarantee that whatever it was I eventually got over it. I […]
In which there’s a blog post! Because I still blog! Occasionally! Fat: On a diet now, again, again-again, started weekend before last. Basically a combo of calorie-counting and slow carb. Haven’t had any pasta or baguette, pizza or flour tortillas, but have had a couple of potatoes. Mashed last weekend, and roasted tonight. They do […]
In which I posted this on Facebook on a friend’s long piece about the Ansari thing and consent and #metoo in which she’d specifically invited thoughtful response, but then somebody immediately (so immediately that I sincerely doubt they’d actually read it) responded with “Jesus.”, as if I were so profoundly wrong they just couldn’t even, […]
In which there’s The Past. Here’s me, 16 years ago, standing in my kitchen. See how rough and unfinished that shit was? The whole place looked like that. It never got better, just worse. It was barely a step above living in a car. (Well, a very large car, with a bug-infested shower, but still, […]
In which I can’t believe this nitwit is the president. Misspelled?! Zero chemistry with Putin?! Russia can greatly help?! The dangerous North Korea crisis?! Trump is an imbecile.
