It feels colder than nine degrees. It feels painfully, brutally cold. I don't really want to go outside for a long time. I want to stay in with my space heater and my fuzzy pants and my thick new rug (okay, it's my parents' castoff, but it's new to me, and it is soft underfoot and looks effing great in here, and do you think it should be centered, ( Read more... )

In the first nineteen shiny-new days of the year, nearly everyone I care about (including me) has already had at least one uncontrollable sobbing fit or medical scare ( Read more... )

Several days ago I picked an ingredient from the cocoa package as my blues alter ego. This turns out to have been a prescient move, because my life has taken a turn for the blues lately.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Sweet Dairy Whey!...No, who am I kidding? I can't come up with this song right now, largely because I'm listening to other music ( Read more... )

Just in case you thought the credit rating system was as scary as it got:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061201/ap_on_go_ca_st_pe/traveler_screening

Your terror rating is on file for forty years. I don't think there's any kind of security ( Read more... )

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Finally, finally, the nuclear story is finished. Not a moment too soon, either, because a couple of days ago they--that should be capitalized, I suppose, the new all-powerful They of Homeland Security--arrested an unemployed U.S. citizen for little more than possession of "nuclear information" and a lot of cash ( Read more... )

There is really nothing like being on hold with the IRS and having the phone play "Waltz of the Flowers." Wow...this moment is beautiful in so many ways.

Perverse beauty throughout the world. I got on the highway at a different exit yesterday and the entire drive was new. I can't explain a damn thing, but I think I like it.

I just realized I have a biography of Oppenheimer overdue from the Chicago public library. This looks really bad, doesn't it?

The current plot situation is about to require me to Google "plutonium bomb." I just want to post that in case the search puts me on an watch lists. IT'S FICTION, GUYS. I DO NOT PERSONALLY WANT TO OBTAIN OR WEAPONIZE ANY PLUTONIUM.

There, that ought to do the trick.

It's really unfortunate that plot, as in "the main story of your crappy novel," ( Read more... )

This is what I really love about NaNoWriMo: Things Get Done. I make the phone calls. I pay the bills. I talk to the clients. I get the work. I do the work. I go to the gym. I do laundry. I vote ( Read more... )