In a recent blog post, the author stated she was sad. Upon further reflection she has decided it would be more accurate to describe her emotional state as “mean red” as defined by Holly Golightly…
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Jellybeans On Sale: A Thought Process
I have long professed my love for Starburst Green Bag Jellybeans. Why I insisted on calling them “green bag” for so long is a mystery. Perhaps it was an affectation I thought would make me…
2020 Intentions
At some point last week when there were six adults, two dogs, and three cats sleeping under my roof, Sister #2 pointed out how Ben, my brother-in-law, had declared the 2019 holiday season a wash….
Some of These Things Are Not Like the Others
Here’s a thing you should know about me: I’m super cheap. Ridiculously cheap. So cheap that my sisters and my friends frequently tease me about it. I’m not like divide a bill exactly by what…
Annus Horribilis
“2019 is not a year on which I shall look back with undiluted pleasure. In the words of one of me, it has turned out to be an annus horribilis” Jodi Chromey ripping off Queen…
On the 75th Anniversary of D-Day & the 47th Anniversary of Me-Day
When I worked at Jasc one of my tasks was to find and interview people who used our software. Then I’d write a story about them and their art for our newsletter. It was, by…
The Particular Smell of Yellow Cake
I made a yellow cake for CSA Supperclub tonight. It’s a cake out of a box and I’m kind of afraid it didn’t rise properly. I cannot remember the last time I made a cake…
A Case of the Februaries
Last night I was gonna write about a song of the week, something I would have picked randomly because my brain hasn’t been singing so much since the news about Ryan Adams being an abusive…
Day 190 of 200: Tales from the Polar Vortex Day II
I woke up at six this morning and spent the next hour convinced my furnace had quit working. It was 61° in Supergenius HQ even though the heat was whirring and set to 63. I…
Day 189 of 200: Tales from the Polar Vortex Day I
It was nearly six o’clock. I was curled up under a blanket with Bowlaway by Elizabeth McCracken. It was WhyHastThouForsakenUs° out and the wind was howling. I snuggled deeper into the couch, and marveled at…