Hello Darling Ones, At some point tomorrow, my web host is moving the server to a new place. They’re picking that machine up, buckling it into a booster seat, and carefully driving it to its new home where it will be lovingly placed in a bassinet. At least I think that’s what the email said. There were a lot of boring words in a tiny font and I noped out of that message fast. They said my websites will be…
Hi Darling Ones, I’ve been in a weather-induced funk. Too many grey days stacked up in a row leaving me tipped over on the couch shoving junk-foodesque mysteries into my brain while also whining about being bored. March is over. Taxes are due soon. This is the time of rough anniversaries. I’d say everything feels like garbage, but that would require feeling something. Everything is nothing. On Thursday I had a Zoom meeting with a newish client. She looked out…
Well, Darling Ones, Last night’s Oscar ceremony was a trip. If you live under a rock you might not know that Will Smith slapped Chris Rock after Rock made a joke about Jada Pinkett Smith’s lack of hair. She has Alopecia. You can watch video of the incident, but I wouldn’t recommend it. It’s icky to say the least and triggering if you have a history with this kind of violence. Or if you have a history of your appearance…
Darling Ones, One of the reasons I love soup so much is often it’s very easy. You chop up a bunch of stuff, throw it in a pot with some liquid, wait until you are hungry, and voila you have magically made yourself a tasty, warm, comforting bowl of nutritious love. I’m so good at making these kinds of soups that I’m sick of them. I don’t think I’ve made a single pot of chicken noodle at all this soup…
Darling Ones, I’m not quite done criticizing the Klosterman book. Part of me wants to make a joke about how I have not yet begun to bitch about this insidious book. Then there’s the part of me that remembers I’m a woman who is expressing an opinion contrary to a man’s so the bitching is probably implied. In his new book, The Nineties Klosterman mostly ignores all the things women did in the 90s. Mostly, I say, because he does…
Greetings Darling Ones, If I were a better, and frankly wholly different, version of myself I would not be here typing next to an open window. Instead, I would be spring cleaning Supergenius HQ, shaking out all the dust, putting away a bunch of Christmas stuff that’s been living on a dining room chair for three months, and unflanneling my bed. I often lament that of all the annoying traits a human being can have I did not get the…
