I waffle about clothes. There are days I think I really need to do better because obviously it would be fantastic to always be wearing fantastic clothes. And then there are days when I think it's beneath my notice and pants never fit me right and I should just think about something more interesting. (And then sometimes I think I should take up ( Read more... )

I have been known to mix them up sometimes. And I don't know about you, but when I think of taxonomy, I think of cabinets full of taxidermied specimens, à la Victorian amateur naturalist ( Read more... )

Kids, it's fall, and I'm finally out of that summer stupor where all I can do is lie around eating ice cream. Now I'm lying around reading books.

One of the things that always irks me about the world is that if you look at the science section in the library/bookstore, Chemistry is always sadly underrepresented. Unless you count publications like ( Read more... )

Yesterday I tried to make cupcakes but it was too hot and humid and sticky and the icing kept dripping into a pool of sticky goop and wouldn't set. I kind of feel that way myself. But less delicious.

"For, like, an hour before you guys got there, me and James were chasing each other around the house with air freshener. I smelled like fruit salad."

... that liquor companies pay people to go around being obnoxious in hopes of driving the rest of us to drink? Sometimes it seems like the best explanation.

Alas, I am out of gin.

You know, it's hard to talk about books sometimes without giving too much away. I mean, often the coolest stuff happens at the end. But I try to restrain myself because I know many people are much more uptight about spoilers than I am. (Usually I don't even remember them. If I haven't read the book, I don't know why it's shocking. And if it's not ( Read more... )

Princess of the Midnight Ball by Jessica Day George is apparently based on a fairy tale, which I actually don't think I have read. It kind of reminds me of one where there are seven princes who turn into swans, but that is clearly a different story because this one has twelve princesses who (spoiler!) never turn into swans ( Read more... )

In honour of The International Year of Biodiversity Reading Challenge I've been working my way through The Song of the Dodo by David Quammen, which is full of islands and evolution and not nearly as depressing as it sounds. (I dunno about you, but dodos don't strike me as the most cheerful kind of bird, seeing as how they're all dead and all ( Read more... )

I saw the move Julie & Julia at the Mayfair when I was home a while ago and was charmed enough to pick up the book at the library.* Which is also charming, but with more profanity. (Which is cool. It cuts the charm a bit, like a bit of rum keeps Coke from being too syrupy sweet ( Read more... )