What did I get for my birthday? I knew you were dying to know. H got me four new Pop Funko figures: Jason Vorhees (#1 in the hockey mask), Pennywise the Clown, and two from The Walking Dead: Little girl with the plushie, and The Governor. Nice!!! He also took the bus to get us Five Guys Burgers and Fries. I love that place. H’s sister got me a Game of Thrones coloring book, and my Aunt sent me a…
How much more disgusted is it possible to be with one’s countrymen? Every time I think I’ve reached maximum disgust between the Tea Party and all their nonsense, in-your-face gun activists who can’t go out to dinner without packing major heat, and Donald Trump being treated as if he’s actually a viable presidential candidate–I get schooled on how cowardly and terrible Americans can be. I know plenty of Christians online and in RL–of all stripes. I know Mormons who think…
We finally broke down Friday night and turned the heat on. Obvs, heat is expensive and less necessary than air conditioning as far as we’re concerned. Being cold merely means putting on more clothes. Being hot turns our home into a nightmarish hellscape in which no work can be done. Joke’s on us though, because our heat doesn’t work. Some maintenance guy came by a few weeks ago. He looked at our thermostat, did nothing, then left saying all was…
I had a big post planned about nihilism and internet trolls. But I’m behind on the NaNoWriMo and don’t want to half ass it. It’s pretty good. Here are some things of note: The attacks in Paris are awful. What the fuck is wrong with people? And what the fuck is wrong with Americans who want to blame refugees for the attacks. If they didn’t vet refugees properly, that sucks. But it doesn’t naturally follow that they’re all terrorists–or that…
The NaNoWriMo is upon us once again. I haven’t won it in some time. My first year was 2004. I played and won for five years in a row. And before you say “writing is not a game you play,” let me assure you that the NaNoWriMo can be as much a game as you make of it. Little bursts of productivity as you compete with smug strangers for hourly goals, stalking the forums with much clucking and head shaking,…
The time change only went into effect 2 days ago, and what appears to be seasonal depression has already hit me in the face like a fucking cinder block–except I can’t make a makeshift shelf out of it. Ha HA! Yeah, expect a lot of compensating laughter and sarcasm as I attempt to throw off debilitating depression and complete the NaNoWriMo. I have almost no work to do this month, aside from 6 Pear articles and some work for one…