Month: August 2012

  • Dumb

    Okay, I guess I need to preface this post about the recall of infant chairs by reminding you that all parents are psychotic. All of us. First, we decide to host parasites. IN OUR BODIES. Or, if we choose not to host parasites in our bodies, we decide to purchase someone else’s discards. After the…

  • Part of the Precipitate

    It’s not “a savings”. There’s no such thing as “a savings”. “Savings” means more than one. Know why? Because it’s fucking plural. Fucking plural means “more than one”. In fact, just regular plural means “more than one” whether or not there is intercourse involved. This is not a difficult concept. Grab yourself a handful of…

  • A New Understanding

    I don’t know what happened, but somewhere along the line, you lost interest. And that’s okay; it just means I have to rejig my understanding of us. Or rather, my understanding of what ‘us’ means. It could be that there is no ‘us’. There is just a slightly uncomfortable acknowledgement of one another when our…

  • Standard(s)

    In watching the news this morning, I was a little saddened to hear about church fires and people being dicks to one another in general. I’d like to point you back to something I’ve said once or twice in the past (which I can’t actually find right now, so if you have it bookmarked, please…

  • Dream

    I have just completed my second go at the Sage Hill Writing Experience. My head is too full of words and inspiration and creativity to say much about it here. I have a new (but not really all that new) Canadian Literary Boyfriend. And I have met some incredible people with whom I hope to…