This is a letter to the man in the white pickup truck on 4th Street in San Francisco who saw me catch my scarf on the standpipe* without noticing it, leading to my scarf pulling tight around my neck and choking me, as well as nearly pulling me off my feet ( Read more... )

So I was performing my weekday morning sleepwalk up the hill -- this time chattering blankly at Shawn, aka, 'designated guy keeping Seanan awake enough not to walk into traffic' -- when a lovely gentleman decided he got ownership of the entire sidewalk and came striding squarely down the middle of it. Being a polite, sonambulant pedestrian, I ( Read more... )

Dear new people suddenly swarming my morning commute ( Read more... )

So a few days ago, I had this discussion with ceolyn, over Instant Messenger:

ceolyn: Okay the whole 'Sesame Street not for kids' thing cracks me up.
cadhla: ?
ceolyn: Apparently the early seasons (circa 1969) of Sesame Street are being released on DVD with a warning that they aren't for children.
cadhla: ...why?
ceolyn: Because Cookie Monster eats cookies. Big Bird is the only one ( Read more... )

I am one of the world's pickiest eaters. When asked to describe my eating habits, I either say 'I eat like a six-year-old' or 'I don't eat like a human', and, depending on the situation, either statement is equally correct. What I like, I am willing to eat to the exclusion of nearly everything else. I once ate the same rotating set of three ( Read more... )

So I recently put up a new iteration of my periodic welcome post -- basically, the post I use, in all its different forms, to say 'hello, this is who I am, if you've just followed a random link to my LJ, you may want to know some of these things before I piss you off just by existing'. (Not an exaggeration. I once had someone get furiously angry ( Read more... )

I'm sure it's fabulous for you, being able to come out of whatever wacky limbo you exist in for half the year, but I am writing on behalf of the great bulk of the population of North America to tell you that I Am Not Amused. What I am, actually, is exhausted. Yes, exhausted. Because you can change the clocks all you want, but you can't convince ( Read more... )

The world has apparently decided that today needs to suck for me. I don't know why, but wow, is the universe working the concept that 'Seanan needs to have a rotten day' like whoa.

Please give me some indication that I shouldn't crawl under my desk and refuse to come out ever again.

Thank you.

Cut it the fuck out.

I am genuinely serious here. You need to cut it the fuck out. In case you haven't noticed, you have lost the credibility to actually make people pay attention to what you want; you've ceased to be a cause, and become a crisis. Which is dandy, I suppose, but seriously, here, folks, what's the point? You blow up a plane. ( Read more... )

To the people who stood there and laughed as my smoothie carrier collapsed and my lunch got splattered across Mission Street, leaving me sobbing helplessly:

Yes, you're quite right, seeing a hungry woman lose her entire lunch is hilarious. It's even funnier if you have any sense of time and are thus aware that the woman in question, who was ( Read more... )