I confess that I’m newly glad to re-discover this term that encapsulates the giddy gush of affection one can feel for fictional characters and situations: fangirl/fanboy. I never knew I was one. (I wonder if there’s a gender-free version . . . oh, wait . . . fan ( Read more... )

After sassing a police officer who chastised me for ignoring a sign, I realized that, had I lived in a police state, I'd be dead. Although I'm not quick tempered and I don't consider myself rash or impulsive, I have a hard time not challenging "authority" when I deem it is, in fact, challenging me ( Read more... )

I confess:

It was a glorious morning to bike to work. I admit I actually looked at the foliage, which I’ve been ignoring with hopes that the season will give in and convert back to summer.

There’s a giraffe over my desk. Her name might be Libby.

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I confess that I spent 15 days on vacation this past August/September. The most vacation I've ever enjoyed in my adult working life (save for those eight glorious months when I was laid off from my dotcom job). It was splendid ( Read more... )

Today I confess that I have no time for confessions, however ( Read more... )

I confess that I'm bummed out about how humidity gives me a headache. Makes it really hard to enjoy bright, sunny, pleasant-weather days. I fear this condition will get worse as the earth warms, or whatever ( Read more... )

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