In which I wish I posted more. Every time I post, I think, “That was pretty good! I need to post more often!” But then nothing happens so I have nothing to write about so I don’t write and then I check my site and it’s been, like, half a month since I wrote anything. […]
In which…eh. Blah blah blah. I’ve lost two pounds. I’m doing really well on the diet. In other news, self-discipline is not, as much as I wish I could report otherwise, really its own reward. I want to eat an entire wedge of brie RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. I received my new fuzzy-lined Crocs yesterday. […]
In which there’s not much going on, really. Yay Christmas break! Went to a great pre-solstice party Sunday night, hung out with fun people and ate great food. Volunteered at Helpline on Monday afternoon; it was great. Got to give away blankets and gloves and food and fix a computer and everything. Did my Xmas […]
In which IS IT YOU? Is it? I got two books from my Amazon Wishlist today, but I don’t know who sent them! Whoever you are, THANK YOU! *smooch* I don’t know if they’re a consolation gift or a late b-day prezzie or what, but I’m very excited about them.
In which there’s, um. Psssh. Yeah. Whatever. Gah. 1.) Kid behind the counter: I know you look at me and see an ol’ lady, but seriously. I’m capable of irony. Hell, I’ve done your stupid shitty job and tons more just like it. Don’t roll your eyes at me, punk, when I smile at you […]
In which I wanna post but don’t really have anything to say and am doing it anyway! The latest WordPress upgrade looks nice! I’ll have to upgrade my dad’s installation this weekend. I’m using a new template. I like it. Do you like it? Amazon is pissing me off. It’s been three days and they […]
In which we use an AI to analyze my writing. I went to genderanalyzer.com and typed in my URL and clicked the Analyze button and waited patiently. It said, “We think http://goblinbox.com is written by a woman (67%).” Only sixty-seven percent? Hmm.
In which I think “artisanal” is a wholly silly word. Once upon a time, everybody made their own breads and cheeses (or at least personally knew the person who made the breads and cheeses they ate), and I imagine these products were earthy and rustic and “artisanal” and at least edible if not actually delicious. […]
In which there are two lists. And pictures. And a lot of colons. I love using colons. These are the things I DID NOT do over the weekend: Get laid, get wasted, have an epiphany, knit, buy a bike, eat Mexican food, do yoga. These are the things I DID do over the weekend: Friday, […]
In which I write a timecapsule missive to my younger self. Hey, dingbat, remember when you were twenty-something and you saw that disgusting old man in his driveway caring lovingly for his hot little convertable, and you wondered how he could possibly be unaware of how painfully stupid he looked? Remember how you assumed he […]
