(Disclaimer: I wrote this yesterday before we actually came home, and couldn't get good enough interwebz to post it...more to come!). We're heading home tomorrow morning after a week of this:to ishy 60 degree rain. Ah well, vacation was relaxing. And as usual there are fabulous and "really? What the fuck?" moments, such as: Met… Continue reading Ole!
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Merida, she is NOT (a teaser-trailer for the Demented Disney Princess post)
This is not a real post. I'm going to sunny gorgeous Cancun tomorrow for a week with the recovering husband (dude, after the horrible fall/winter we had, it's time for a fricken cocktail on the beach!). Depending on his vice-grip on the iPad, I may or may not have an opportunity to post rude pictures… Continue reading Merida, she is NOT (a teaser-trailer for the Demented Disney Princess post)
Jeepers, Creeper…you’re a sneaky peeper!
This began as a single (snarky) post about neighborliness, and the extreme lack of it, in my living situation. Then, while filling in the details about my crazy CIA neighbor, the suspected brothel and the demented Disney princess I realized I have WAY too much for a single post. Therefore, let me introduce a new unofficial-but-true… Continue reading Jeepers, Creeper…you’re a sneaky peeper!
WOOHOO!!!
This isn't a post. This is a goddamn celebration. Allie Brosh is back!!! http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.comGo forth and read her new posts immediately. They're funny, and awkward, and in my opinion utterly spot-on when it comes to dealing with deep depression. I'm so ridiculously happy she's back! I'll have a post tomorrow. Promise.
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.
"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…
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