I often have odd encounters with random strangers: they like to tell me everything about their lives. I've counseled cabbies in Denver through their breakups and given sex advice to people on planes. I don't know why they tell me all their secrets, but it happens. A lot. I've never gotten a letter of devotion… Continue reading Apple loves me. And so do random old men at the mall.
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Just a little NICE to pass around. Go ahead and call me Pollyanna. Unless you’re not old enough to know who I’m talking about…Sigh.
While not-working this afternoon (it's slow here this week) I found THIS act of sneaky goodness via the Huffington Post. Never let it be said, I guess, that the HuffPo only reports crap news. I adore random acts of generosity. Both my husband and I enjoy the anonymity of giving that way: it's not about getting thanks or about having… Continue reading Just a little NICE to pass around. Go ahead and call me Pollyanna. Unless you’re not old enough to know who I’m talking about…Sigh.
Filing this under "what the hell??"
Yesterday I saw this about the Norway Mass Killer trial, and all I can say is what the hell? I don't understand the pervasive idea that someone who commits a truly disgusting, horrific, and awful crime is mentally ill. I think that is a disservice to the mentally ill and a dangerous underestimation of the criminal in question.… Continue reading Filing this under "what the hell??"
Turns out I AM a slacker
Yesterday, the worst flash flooding in 40 years hit my hometown, causing likely tens of millions of dollars in damage to commercial buildings, roads, and homes in the area. See pics here. It's strange and awesomely horrifying all at once, and apparently my brain is avoiding worrying about my relatives up there (a few are trapped… Continue reading Turns out I AM a slacker
Flash Fiction: The Seven Deadlies – Envy
I debated for quite a while whether I should give some sort of background of each story as I post it, but that feels like I'm apologizing for posting my exploration of dark emotions AND it's not giving the reader any credit. So, here's the first in my series. Feedback welcome: the point of practicing… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Seven Deadlies – Envy
SMOTE by my own ill-timing!
Dammit!! Unicorn Fart Lip Balm is sold out, and I'd been waiting until my first payday at the new job to buy mine!! I've already asked the shop owner if I can pre-order a whole batch (since they're so ridiculously popular she sells out as soon as they get posted), because seriously...everyone should have a tube… Continue reading SMOTE by my own ill-timing!
Flash Fiction Project (No, it’s not porn)
I had this idea the other day to combine writing exercises with blog posts, but only one series (to keep from boring the crap out of anyone). I have this flash fiction* piece that was a finalist in a Women On Writing contest a couple of years ago. I found it the other day and… Continue reading Flash Fiction Project (No, it’s not porn)
Things I Never Thought I’d Say Out Loud…
...until I had dogs. THOR! STOP humping your brother!Who peed on the bathroom floor?Dude...it's a buttless, headless monkey (much beloved/abused stuffed animal)...gross. Chewy, I know you have to eviscerate stuffed animals, but do you HAVE to get the guts all over the floor?Chewy, seriously, poop THEN wander around. You look retarded.DON'T STEP IN IT!! GODDAMMIT!!!NO… Continue reading Things I Never Thought I’d Say Out Loud…
They’re Watching You…
So I currently have outlines/research going for 4 different books (of the "yes I'm writing a book" variety, not the "this is what I'm reading" variety). Sigh. The trouble with creativity AND a fascination with certain myths/cultures/religions is that crows are not to be fucked with...did I mention a touch of ADD? For one of… Continue reading They’re Watching You…
What the hell, Wednesday?
Random shit I've encountered this week:Started a mild flame war with an idiot on the Huffington Post who thinks women should stay home and have babies "because they have breasts." No, I'm not kidding. Jack. Ass. Taught bellydance with a possibly broken toe. As it turns out my toe must not be broken, even though it's still… Continue reading What the hell, Wednesday?
No Pithy Phrase 