I forgot to categorize it. Might mean something. Probably doesn’t.
I wanted to put these up with what credits I could, so why not post them here? When I was a stupid new kid on the internets, I formed a very bad habit: if I liked a picture, I saved a copy. Without attribution. And sometimes I’d go back and see a picture and think, […]
Want to see how the new Twitter plugin handles this. Oh please Internet Saints, let it have a URL shortener built-in, as it truly is such an OBVIOUS need that they shouldn’t have to mention it in the description–as, indeed, they did not.
What to do when the power goes out? Well, in this house… Yes, folks, it’s time for another episode of Electric Lights are for Weenies! Using only the light of her many lovely candles, KD and child rearrange the living room–while cleaning up random messes found in the process! Will they succeed in creating the
When I was a kid, we asked our parents. One of my earliest memories is showing my mom the little cuts on the bottoms of my toes, and her telling me it was from running barefoot on the grass. I should wear my shoes.
Emasculating. Humiliating. I broke my own blog. For hours on end, and needed the rescue of a marvelous friend to fix it. I felt like such a fraud. I don’t think I’m an expert, but I do tend to think I’m better at internet-things than that. You know how self-doubt always brings friends? I spent
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So yesterday, every time I went in the bathroom, I heard a rustling scratchy noise. At first I thought it was people walking by–the bathroom window opens onto the porch, and the driveway is right there. People walk by all the time. Then it was 0300 and I was on my way to bed and
Because I am deep in the beginning of Another Glorious Book™ and unlikely to post coherently for a while, allow me to share some stuffs I need to get out of my head by getting it into yours.¹ For those who found Doomsday: BP Gulf Disaster frighteningly plausible (I did no research to debunk it