For the first time in 5 years, I have moved! Thanks to the powers of the Treehouse for so many fine years of arboreal living. Over the past few years, I have learned how to properly gaze out over Ballard, sleep in a cozy closet, and pose for optimal skin flattering in the crossroads of 4 directions of light in my hallway ( Read more... )

I don't think it's going to take Hercule Poirot to figure out what went on in my kitchen yesterday afternoon. I arrived home just at sunset, to find a broken coconut shell right under the cabinet by the kitchen sink. Funny, I thought, I haven't opened that coconut yet ( Read more... )

Why do backhoes need to have such a loud backup beep, and how can a backhoe operator manage to keep BACKING UP for the majority of an hour? And when you have a machine whose engine is so loud in the first place, is beeping really necessary?

I was in a decent mood when I began writing this, but now I am feeling the need to flee.

I've managed to avoid all the icky virii this year, except for now. There's just no denying this sore throat, and I've run out of (my savior) Airborne. Bleh ( Read more... )

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Holy hell, I'm turning into a curmudgeon because of all the pointless choices that add so much time and uncertainty to the buying process. For example, it used to take zero brain power for me to go to the store and grab my chosen toothpaste (Crest Sensitive) and leave without bemoaning the fate of humanity. Nowadays, I have given up ENTIRELY on ( Read more... )

This recent boho/hobo clothing trend is really shredding my patience. I'm not talking about seeing today's youth in scrappy clothing; that doesn't bug me. It's the fact that every clothing store in the city seems to be stocking nothing but hole-ridden (or soon-to-be threadbare) clothing. This includes everything from $100 jeans with mangled knees, ( Read more... )

My mom just sold her first painting! She has been creating abstract collages from fine papers for several years, and just made her first sale through the Bainbridge Island Art Gallery. Get a glimpse of her work.

No, I haven't fallen off the map, I've just been busy doing mostly normal things of doubtful interest to most. Like spending $30 on pickles at the Harvest Fair. Once I saw those Victory's Garden jars, I was like, "How much money is in my wallet RIGHT NOW?" And damn, that thirty dollars just flew right out. Right, now I realize that I can no longer ( Read more... )