I'm starting to feel more human, less simulacrum.Maybe it's the sun (60 degrees and sunny in Minnesota is decidedly springy). The yard is clean of all winter dog mess. Chewy is happily lying in the not-yet-grass barking (mostly silently now, as he's gotten old and his voice is giving out) at neighborhood kids. It's nice,… Continue reading Progress Smells Like Eucalyptus, and I’m Confused
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It Must Be Wednesday – Yahoo Thinks I’m a Rich Frat Boy
Today's Spamalicious Hump Day offerings from Yahoo include eight offers of various sorts of encounter with chicks I don't know. I deleted two of them for offering explicit acts...not because I'm a prude: because I probably don't want people finding my blog as a search result for them. Sigh. Also, can I just say, Stiffler was 1999.… Continue reading It Must Be Wednesday – Yahoo Thinks I’m a Rich Frat Boy
Random Crap and Totally Inappropriate Lyrics
Does anyone else feel like 2017 is an extended (terrible) episode of the Twilight Zone? And that's all I'm going to say about the Oompa Loompa in charge, because I think it's covered better by all the media (social and mainstream) out there.So, I haven't been here much since Thor died. I haven't honestly written… Continue reading Random Crap and Totally Inappropriate Lyrics
Book Review: The Babylon Rite (Tom Knox)
One of the dangers of spending so much time writing in the B&N coffee shop is the lurid attraction of all those unread pages.Lo they do call to me... *ahem*And so in the middle of writing the Prometheus book I was sidetracked by The Babylon Rite, a fascinating mash-up of Templar mystery and disturbing ancient… Continue reading Book Review: The Babylon Rite (Tom Knox)
Don’t ALL Families Talk About This Stuff?
This isn't a real post: it's a collection of random snippets I captured in my phone during conversations with family recently, so I apologize in advance for the lack of cohesive ending.Things my awesome relatives have said to me recently:"Oh yeah, didn't you know billy goats attract females by pissing on their own whiskers?" This is… Continue reading Don’t ALL Families Talk About This Stuff?
Why I Can’t Ever Attend the Kentucky Derby
I watch the Triple Crown every year...from the no-hat-required, jeans-friendly couch in my house. My family texts off and on all day before the Kentucky Derby: after all, for those of us in Minnesota the Derby is the last sign that winter is truly over, because horse racing season has begun. It's similar to Winter/Construction… Continue reading Why I Can’t Ever Attend the Kentucky Derby
Random Weird and Adolescent Humor
I have no point in this post, other than to share a thing or five I noticed today that weirded me out. First, let's talk about sperm whales. Because the tale of the Essex is now in theaters and of course the whale is the villain. My thoughts about the story of the Essex aren't about… Continue reading Random Weird and Adolescent Humor
Errant Vegetables In The News
I love Huffington Post. No, I didn't include a link. Yes, that's on purpose. Not because it's an example of fair journalism (they aren't), nor because of the quality writing (it often isn't), nor because the site is so full of integrity* (definitely not). *this is a site that doesn't pay any of the writers.… Continue reading Errant Vegetables In The News
No, I Don’t Know Why Either.
I don't have enough of one topic for a funny post tonight, but I have a bunch of weird episodes from the past few days I thought I'd share. Earlier this week, I found the following in my cube garbage can at work: But WHY is this even a question?WHAT THE FUCK does any of that mean?… Continue reading No, I Don’t Know Why Either.
"Mrs. Titts" isn’t an empty title, people.
Today, I was coerced by a pushy coworker to PARTICIPATE in group "fun" activities. I think work fun activities should involve alcohol and the ability to watch people make idiots of themselves. Well, I suppose I got half of that. We were "festive" and made gingerbread houses. Because what's better at an insurance company than… Continue reading "Mrs. Titts" isn’t an empty title, people.
No Pithy Phrase 