If I Were A Stalker

Neal Stephenson’s appearance at BookPeople on Wednesday would be an excellent opportunity to make him mine. Or at least make him nervous. But I have given up the stalking, so I must content myself with feeling lucky that he is actually interacting with the public. [Updated, September 2nd, 2012: After C-Man and I met, we discovered that Stephenson’s appearance at… Read more »

Icky squelchy closet, what?

An icky squelchy feeling is something I associate with stepping into mud, not stepping into my carpeted closet. But lo, yesterday my carpet squelched. Apparently water has been seeping into it for quite some time from the shower next door, which means that Maintenance must now appear and cuts holes in the walls and bang on stuff. It also means… Read more »

Special Computer Bandaids

The folks at Laboratory Computers are now responsible for bringing my machine back to life. Replacing the power supply resulted in nothing but a burning smell and a deep fear for the CPU. *sigh*. The only upside is that I got a lot of quilting done this weekend because all my other hobbies are apparently dependent on the computer. It… Read more »

Snatching Defeat From the Jaws of Victory

I ditched the cell phone, changed from cable to DSL, got a perfect hosting plan with Cornerhost, switched from Blogger to MT, imported all my blog entries with no hassle, and then I made the mistake of believing that I had all my telecommunications needs decomplicated and firmly under control. Now my computer won’t power up. The first evening without… Read more »

My Head Injury (Not Really)

On Friday, The Dog smacked her skull into my forehead as she jumped off the couch to catch a tennis ball that was still in my hand. Now I have an invisible but painful bruise and swelling just above my right eye. More interesting is the palm-of-my-hand-sized area just above my temple that feels like it had a Novocaine shot… Read more »

Dog v. Girl

Excerpt of dog’s activities for the day: Thrash violently at any movement by girl while dog and girl are on couch, as if afraid to be crushed. Lie placidly in bathroom doorway as girl steps over dog repeatedly to get in and out of bathroom. Pretend to find food on kitchen floor and lick linoleum. Excerpt of girl’s activities for… Read more »

Dear Self, Please Have Moved By Now

Write a letter to yourself in the future. Here’s the first draft of mine: Dear Me, c. May 2004, Thank goodness you’re out of that tiny apartment with the loud A/C and the semi-stalker neighbor. I hope you kept your promise and made sure that your new roommate is sane and has a steady source of income and will pay… Read more »

Sugar Is My Motor: Vegan Marshmallows!

Long long ago in the galaxy that I live in, vegetarians and vegans could buy and eat marshmallows that did not conflict with their ethical/moral principles. Then the factory that made them burned down. Now we can have marshmallows again.