Courtesy of cluegirl, my words are: Apology. Ivory. Stalk. Shine. Phantom. Raven. Subvert ( Read more... )

.... Based on Somewhat Questionable Premises and Fairly Flawed Logic ( Read more... )

Back in February, I got concussed pretty badly (or, pretty badly for not having blacked out). I posted about it here. My cognitive abilities were below par, and my physical capabilities were sketchy at best, for around a month. This was pretty frustrating ( Read more... )

I see a lot of writings around that either point out or take for granted that sexism (in particular the idea that women are less interesting or less important than men) is pervasive in popular culture and much of the time I can't see it very well unless I squint real hard... but then I think about the Bechdel Test. And I go "wait wtf is goin on ( Read more... )

Note that these tabs all grew naturally out of browsing, and several context-providing tabs have been finished with and closed.

The Lousy Linguist, a blog about, well, linguistics.

The Thoughtful Animal, a blog largely about animal psychology and the study thereof.

Candy Professor, a blog about the history of candy (and also current events ( Read more... )

Current, inevitable conclusion about The Michael Thing (so now I can shut up about him for another ten months): there are 25 gazillion reasons that, even if we were able and he was willing, I should not pursue him, mostly to do with decommissioning old, emo-ful neural pathways ( Read more... )

In addition to the heartache emo in the last post, I have some, iunno, soulache emo ( Read more... )

So there was this person who apparently is utterly incapable of enjoying Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame because it is sooo different from the book and therefore somehow 'ruins' it because any inaccurate adaptation is a BAD WRONG adaptation. Or something. My head hurts; I can't be bothered to parse out these subtleties. :P Anyway, when it was ( Read more... )

As one of my friends pointed out, I can choose to distract myself from that which preys upon my mind. So I stopped listening to Tartanic on repeat.

And I feel better now. Not exactly sure why, but hey.