In which THEY’RE finally actually HEEEEERRE! A gift from my aunt! Brand new appliances, professionally installed! Whoo! Now I get to do thirty loads of laundry, because everything we own is dirty. Update: Two loads of clothes are clean, and I’ve washed the bath towels and our sheets. So far, so good!
In which I’ve moved to Oregon, a state I haven’t lived in since the early 90’s! We found a house in Milton (or is it Freewater?) and have moved into it. It’s an eight-block walk from the cheese shop for me, and I’m grateful that it cuts his commute in half. Big old tree in […]
In which blah blah Facebook blah. Somebody from Fairfield posted this on Facebook: And I wrote this in response, but didn’t post it. Because why bother. Counterpoint: There is no good reason to shame people who need pharmaceutical antidepressants. Those meds save lives. Humans suffering from mental health disorders do not need to hear that […]
In which I know they can’t be persuaded until they’re ready so I’m not bothering to post this on Facebook, where I wrote it in response to someone’s anti-vaxx post, but I didn’t want to delete it. The risks of being exposed to diseases are known, and they are horrible. The risks of vaccination are […]
In which this is really weird. He’s gone for two weeks, and I have the place to myself. Off managing the integration of a satellite office for work. I can do whatever I want! Including nothing! I don’t even have to make dinner if I don’t want to! I can do absolutely NOTHING AT ALL […]
(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 I do an op-ed. There’s a Twitter feed, called Well Regulated Militia (find it at @Well_Regulated_), that posts about nothing but the gun-related incidents and accidents that befall our, well, “militia.” Here’s a common example of its content: “A member of our well regulated militia sleeps with a loaded gun under his pillow. […]
In which there’s a repost, because I liked what I wrote. My dad, no idiot, who has told me about his own experiences of the ineffable (while yet confusing “religion” with idiot American Christianity and considering himself an atheist), posted this on Facebook: This was my reply: Seriously, though, who believes in a God as […]
In which I bitch about the job market. I work for a distributed call center. (Yes, I’m white trash like that. Ye gods.) A year ago, I moved off phones into a chat pilot, which was great. They made us take three chats at a time for awhile, which was fucking insane, but chats are […]
