Less than half an hour before I left work yesterday, I was given the news that a co-worker whose desk is about 10 feet away from mine will not be returning to work... on account that she was murdered last night ( Read more... )

On my way into work a few days ago, I was thinking about all this mess with the govt. shutdown and the intransigence of the Hard Right over the Affordable Healthcare Act (aka, ObamaCare). My main thought was along the lines of “Why on Earth do these folks have such a bug up their asses about affordable health care?” I mean, even from a purely ( Read more... )

It is time for the year's final harvest. It is time to take stock of what I have sown, and what I must reap ( Read more... )

Just as I was winding down my day at work, I got news that Trouble, my cat that I had to leave behind in my divorce, passed away earlier today. I've had a number of pets over the years, but Trouble was the first that was well and truly *my* pet. It really hurt that I had to leave him behind, and it hurts even more that I never got a chance to see ( Read more... )

As of today, I am no longer The Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything.

It was fun while it lasted :)

The second-most fun I've had with my age was the year where I was able to say, "I'm 37! I'm not old!"

Of all the lessons I have learned in this lifetime, coming to understand... truly understand... the value, nay... the sanctity of boundaries has been among the most important ( Read more... )

My birthday has always been the one day of the year when I have freely allowed myself to hold expectations that good things will happen for me.

And now, at the tender age of 42, it has finally sunk through my neutronium-thick skull that this is a big mistake ( Read more... )

And so, as of 12:24am on August 10th, 2011, I am, for the next year, the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything.

For me, gaming, be it of the table-top RPG or online MMO variety, has always been nothing more than a hobby and a fun way to kill time ( Read more... )

A dear friend of mine, living in DC, who has been unemployed since early June and is presently recovering from surgery, has just been advised by her landlord that she and her dog have 15-days to move out. Unless DC has laws that allow something other than 30-days notice to evict a person, this 15-days bit is bullshit. However, she is still faced ( Read more... )