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Alternate Ithaca Beastie
Podcasts are great new friends of mine. Some are better than others - Anthony Bourdain may be a foul-mouthed minor deity worshipped in my household, but his Travel Channel podcast is filler at best; not so much a piquant amuse-bouche, more like the complimentary, slightly stale prawn crackers at your local Chinese ( Read more... ) -
Further Down The Spiral (A Writerly Type)
Apparently, the 27th of January is Rabbit Hole Day.
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Thumbs Up Amongst The Debris
My eyes are dripping along with my nose and I'm scaring the cat with the volume of my cold. Which, incidentally, I probably caught from one of the lovely ladies I swapped spit with on NYE. In another lifetime I may have been repentant, but 2008 seemed to have been The Year of Growing Up, Not Old. So although my throat is aflame and my nose is ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
So far, I am having a Good Day. Woke up early and cleaned like a demon - my dishes are done, my house is clutter-free, the litter box is poop-free and heck, even the shoes in my closet are in clear plastic boxes with satchets of slica gel in them.
Oh, and I'm relaxed. I don't think I've been this relaxed since the last time I mixed prescription ( Read more... ) -
What Is This, Bombshell Dropoff Month?
Bloody hell, now Eartha Kitt is dead.
Stop dying, sexy old ladies. We need you to save us from ourselves, for YOU would never wear Juicy Couture whilst crotch-flashing some poor papparazzo on the way to the small-dog waxing salon.
Here's a bit of distraction make-believe to amuse us. Children of the 80's, I bring you... Vin Diesel as Panthro. ( Read more... ) -
The Adventures of Lesbian Friday
MORNING
The day starts with a shooting pain in my lower left abdomen, complete with a dull ache radiating all the way down to my toes. All I can do is grasp for painkillers and the dregs from my bedside waterglass. Ibuprofen and codeine are my old friends, and eventually I sink into a dark pleasant numbness, knowing that the alarm has already gone ( Read more... ) -
Domestic Goddess Re-imagined
Books are dreams of lives you may never have. I’m not referring to Harlequin romances, vampire-prince fantasy numbers or sci-fi tomes with large breasted women on their covers. I’m talking, specifically, about cookbooks. The Rose Bakery’s delightful ‘Breakfast Lunch Tea’ is tonight’s bedtime reading. It is a sweet, deep lime-coloured hardback with ( Read more... ) -
A Quart Low In The Mood Department
I'm having one of those days where I'm feeling kinda bummed. It's been a pretty horrible week, to be frank, I think the only really nice thing was having my upper torso pummelled sternly by my friend Narn at her student myotherapy clinic. My body is not mine, it's hers, you see. Oh, and her lecturer asked if I'd bitten anyone lately. So that ( Read more... ) -
What Are You, A Freakin' Autobot?
Young lawyers in sensible heels working for state-owned corporations should be banned from using the phrase, “this is how we roll,” particularly when they’re describing the carefree manner in which they time their lunch breaks around appointments.
