I've been offline quite a bit lately working on FINALLY finishing my first book (rough draft only). I'm not done, but I'm not dead. Yet.I figure I need to finish, because my excellent friend Sarah did a Tarot reading for me recently that was essentially a GIANT COSMIC WARNING that I'm "excessively fertile." I suppose it… Continue reading This is not a corpse speaking…no really, I’m somewhat alive.
UPDATED: It’s like a divining rod for cosmic lost socks…
I was informed this afternoon that the 'lady occultist' in the Duluth Skywalk NOW offers "paranormal investigation" along with "soul retrieval." I am thoroughly intrigued. How exactly does one retrieve a soul? Perhaps more importantly, how exactly does one LOSE* a soul? Is it like doing the laundry and the washer/dryer eats a sock? "Oops,… Continue reading UPDATED: It’s like a divining rod for cosmic lost socks…
Cancer is more important than duckface.
I found this today via CNN.com, and I'm so very impressed and inspired I had to share. This kid found a 100% accurate (via blind testing on a human population) test to detect pancreatic, ovarian, and lung cancers. Pancreatic and Ovarian cancers are (per my gyno) difficult if not impossible to detect early, which makes… Continue reading Cancer is more important than duckface.
Because I find weird shit in every corner of the country, that’s why.
I spent a whirlwind weekend in the Olympic Peninsula of Washington. True to form, I saw cool and fucked up shit. THIS ISN'T KANSAS!!*Actually, I have no idea whether there are assless chaps in Kansas. Don't assless chaps exist everywhere now? I didn't expect this hanging next to my head over the breakfast table,… Continue reading Because I find weird shit in every corner of the country, that’s why.
This is a public service announcement, not a real post.
So due to a PLETHORA of spamming I've been getting since January, I broke down and added stupid word verification to my comments area. Dammit. I really don't like doing that (mostly because I generally have trouble reading the fucking verification data myself and it sometimes stops me from commenting on other blogs). Pretty please… Continue reading This is a public service announcement, not a real post.
These are not the turtles you’re looking for. Move along.
Someone found my blog by searching "gerard butler and the house of unicorns" which I can only assume is some sort of pre-"hitting-it-big" porn. Hmm. Excuse me while I surf the interwebz. In other news, motorcycle accidents suck. Insurance companies suck. Lawsuits suck. And for some reason. lawyers seem to think they're entitled to information… Continue reading These are not the turtles you’re looking for. Move along.
Yes Medusa, my hair IS trying to kill me (or: You won’t like it when it’s ANGRY)
The past few days have been a rollercoaster. Did you know I'm horridly susceptible to motion sickness? I wonder if I can get a prescription for an emotional-Dramamine-patch...So, the highs and lows in my fucked up universe in a 72 hour period: Had enough frequent flier miles to visit one of my most favoritest people on the… Continue reading Yes Medusa, my hair IS trying to kill me (or: You won’t like it when it’s ANGRY)
"Because Beelzabub touched my W-2. That’s why."
In the news today I found an article the perfectly describes why I have no patience for stupid. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE. As a non-Christian, I'm 100% certain I would not survive well in the deep south, even though I don't generally advertise my beliefs nor do I dispute anyone else's. But… Continue reading "Because Beelzabub touched my W-2. That’s why."
I don’t have a problem…
In follow up to my post extolling the remarkable awesomeness of Cait's present, I need to point out the awesomeness of Zack. Who gave me a Witchking helmet ring, a knitted "zombie" coffee cozy, and this: To be hung in my library/office. As a warning? Or an explanation... Indeed, it IS perfect for me.… Continue reading I don’t have a problem…
Well, I Suppose I Asked For It.
Someone found my blog today by searching for this: "how do I put a demon back to hell" I think I won, but I'm a little worried what the prize would be in this situation. So I'm going back to regularly scheduled silliness. Like THIS (for which I'm unable to find anyone to credit, so… Continue reading Well, I Suppose I Asked For It.
No Pithy Phrase 