Mercury is in Retrograde.This Friday is the 13th. AND A FULL MOON over the weekend. People, I greatly enjoy astrology for entertainment, but I'm telling you...something is rotten in the month of June. With all the crap going on with the rental house (let me just say WOW, in the most horrified sort of tone, to… Continue reading Excuse Me, I’ll Be Hiding Until This Is Over…
Mythic Monday: Selkie
"A bird may love a fish, but where would they live?" -Ever After, A Cinderella Story In the seas surrounding the Scotland and Ireland, pretty faced seals with large, almost human eyes peek out from the water, curiously watching fishermen work. They'd follow the boats, sometimes even leading fishermen to the best places for a good… Continue reading Mythic Monday: Selkie
Entertaining Empathy For a Change
I have a funny post pending for tomorrow. Today is something else I need to discuss. Today I am not funny. I read a lot of online news and such (it's slow at work right now), and the past few days I've been pretty disgusted. Do you know there was a fatal car crash in… Continue reading Entertaining Empathy For a Change
Mythic Monday: Medusa
This is not a funny post. If you aren't into mythology and fantasy, you might get bored today.A couple of years ago I had a germ of an idea to do "monster Monday" posts on this blog, and I ended up letting the idea slide into permanent brain percolation instead of following through. But I've… Continue reading Mythic Monday: Medusa
Dear Google: I Like It. Keep That Shit Up.
In case you haven't seen her recent post, The Bloggess did an excellently fun TBT yesterday. http://thebloggess.com/2014/05/throwback-thursday-google-knows-me-a-little-too-well/And because it IS hilarious, I looked up "Jess" on Googlism this morning. Of the long list of random shit, my favorites: "Jess is the coolest girl in the world." Fucking duh, Google."Jess is trying to go back to… Continue reading Dear Google: I Like It. Keep That Shit Up.
Bacon Fanatics: Gird Your Pork Product. I’ve had enough.
Sigh. I get it. I'm as big a fan of tasty breakfast meats as the next person, and I do love me some crispy crispy bacon on a burger. But seriously? It's time to fucking stop. Tactical Bacon - nasty limp bacon coiled in a can like a tapeworm ready to strike. I've seen it.… Continue reading Bacon Fanatics: Gird Your Pork Product. I’ve had enough.
Call Me a Poser if You Like: Jane of All Geeks
This post rambles some. Feel free to ignore. I am neither a true blooded geek nor a nerd, at least not the way either label is used in the current nerd culture. I'm not sorry for that at all, but it does occasionally cause some...hmm...awkward moments. I was born the year Star Wars was released.… Continue reading Call Me a Poser if You Like: Jane of All Geeks
My Husband: The Great Sith Hunter…and other random weird.
A few random weirds (yes, I'm using that as a noun) from the week. These are in no particular order, and to be honest the sandpaper rubbing my throat and the golf ball lymph nodes in my neck are distracting me from a real post. It's time for more meds...and a nap. Thanks to the… Continue reading My Husband: The Great Sith Hunter…and other random weird.
All Your Blinkers Are Useless Here.
Things I've learned since moving to Texas: I have an accent. I am amused. Ya. Youbetcha.Kolaches. Look them up: they are not a sneeze, despite what you may be thinking. Weird...but I'm planning to try the bacon/egg/cheese version. Someone explain to me WHAT THE FUCK SKITTERED across my bathroom floor at 3am? 3am is the… Continue reading All Your Blinkers Are Useless Here.
Moving proves feet can scream (so can that weird curve in your hand that connects your thumb to pointer finger).
I have a neat spot in my hand where the skin just decided "dude, I'm done with you" and split. Just...split. Thanks a lot, skin. Also: you guys, someone found my blog by searching "do they share spouses at renaissance festivals." I have a long list of things to blog about, including (but not limited… Continue reading Moving proves feet can scream (so can that weird curve in your hand that connects your thumb to pointer finger).
No Pithy Phrase 