Spoilers will abound. Deal with it. Abbie & I began Season 4 on the day it premiered – June 17th, 2016. We only got through the first five episodes before she had to drive home for sleep, but we LOVED and hated it all. It was astounding and squirm-inducing…
The new hotness. I’m typing this blog on a brand, spanking new laptop. It really isn’t anything fancy, but it is awesome and I already quite adore her. I think her name will be High Majestrix Beatrice, mostest bad of all asses. Or not. …
My life is not like the movies. Or the television shows. I don’t have leisurely sit-down breakfasts or suppers with my family. I don’t wear make-up in the afternoons when random neighbors pop-by for margaritas. I don’t have immaculate manicures fifty-two-weeks a year. …
When I was a wee lass, during those heady high school days with Shannon, Catherine, Betsy, and M’Lynda as my closest clique of friends, I often identified as a feminist. I knew I wasn’t a Republican like them (and really, I think Shannon is the only conservative amongst us now, though admittedly…
It was not a scandal. It was not a leak. It was not their fault. And I am fucking tired of hearing people make comments that imply these young women deserved to have their private photographs stolen and distributed illegally because they are…
By the time you read this, we’ll (probably) know what the cause was, what the diagnosis is, what the treatment will be, and how it’ll affect our lives going forward. By the time you read this, the anxiety and stress will (probably) be forgotten as we deal with each…
I’m working without benefit of my template and my image editing program tonight. C’est la vie. I’m on my work computer because my personal one is presently undergoing heavy, full-on, deep tissue scanning processes. I don’t really think I have a virus or anything, but I saw a weird…
What do you do when the plot dies? When you’ve got a whole world filled with colorful characters, fascinating customs, 3000 years of history (at least), and intrigue galore… yet somehow, as you’re sitting down to put the “plot” of the book together, nothing quite manifests. …
You’re never prepared for the phone call that tells you someone you love has passed on. I think my mom thought I was being purposely vacuous and a little bitchy, but when I said, “Wait, what? No – what? What?” over and over, I honestly could not wrap my…
Perhaps I have never had an original idea in my life. It is possible, as the cliché goes – There’s nothing new under the sun. Still, during a rant session with a colleague the other night (on an admittedly, painfully slow night that was dragging on forever), I got…