I forgot to categorize it. Might mean something. Probably doesn’t.
Yes, I use my blog to keep track of things I need once a year. Laugh if you like, but nobody wants me not remembering how to light my pilot light in the fall. (Really. You don’t want that.) I started this post some time ago, and it was about finding a Christmas tree, but […]
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No, I don’t really believe that. It’s the title to a book. One I’m going to have to get my hands on. One thing I can say…if you are ever trying to have a discussion about ableism (disableism) and the people you are talking to are not understanding–do not, I repeat DO NOT–try to explain
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I got a pretty candle, some yummy chocolate, a Saiyuki DVD, a Calvin and Hobbes book, and a happy kid. She got a new phone, a cable box (we’ve been without TV for two years), nail polish, nail art, BIG hoop earrings…many girly things she’s been dying for. Oh, and Santa brought her fireworks. Thanks,
I hate the greed, the expectations, the bull from so many directions. But I love people being happy. So… Please forgive my rambling spiels, my bouts of grump and grinch, and believe that I mean this from the bottom of my heart: Merry Christmas. Happy (belated) Hanukkah. A joyous solstice (also belated.) Happy Kwanzaa. Happy
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I love science. It’s so…science-y. So sexy. The internet is indeed for porn. SCIENCE PORN. (Do you have that song in your head now? You’re welcome.) It seems attempts at making babies in micro-gravity may encounter difficulties not experienced in Earth’s gravity. Interesting. I may not use that in my current SF universe–in the Dream’verse
Menace the cat jumped into my lap. I petted him and put him down. He came back. I petted him, put him down. He came back. I petted him, put him down, and got up to get a drink, hoping he’d go find a place to nap before I returned. He meowed at me and
You know what I mean. Those things you do, that you just know people would laugh at you for. The stuff you like, that you’re supposedly too sophisticated or too smart or too whatever for. One of my co-workers was asked (at a previous job) if she wasn’t “too old” to be a Buffy fan.