Have you ever seen a commercial on TV and immediately thought "Wow. Not a single woman was involved in the making of this commercial ( Read more... )

The worst thing about being in a relatively specialized field, is that when there's a job released to recruiters, every Tom, Dick, and Harry reaches out to me to see if I'm interested. I have been emailed, messaged on LinkedIn, called, and even texted by no less than seven recruiters for the same job. A contract job, I might add, with no benefits ( Read more... )

So you all know I read terrible, terrible books on my Kindle during my commute.

Today I read one where the author kept trying to say that the main character did pilates. Notice I said try. What the author really said was that the main characters did palates. The first time I thought it was a typo. By the 2nd time I realized it wasn't. The author ( Read more... )

Dressage: A Mitt Romney/Paul Ryan Presidential Slash-fic.

WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS AND HOW IS SOMEONE MAKING MONEY OFF OF IT.

THERE IS A CRICKET SOMEWHERE IN MY HOUSE. IT CHIRPS ALL THE DAMN TIME. IF I FIND THAT FUCKER, I WILL KILL IT TILL IT'S DEAD.

No food should smell like dirty, smelly laundry.

I am never getting this kind of cheese again.

There is a sensation that most women, having experienced once, immediately recognize. That is the feeling of your bra managing to spontaneously unhook itself or otherwise give way. It's both freeing and uncomfortable at the same time.

And of course, this happens as I'm getting on the bus, so there's no good way to deal with it.

Sigh.

It's really disturbing to download a book off Amazon expecting a sci-fi romance, only to get five pages into it and realize it was Final Fantasy 7 fanfic with the numbers filed off. Not a good one either.

Hello, one of the character's names is Airith. You are not being subtle here.

At least I didn't pay money for it.

Often when something happens in my life (a cold, train ride, visits to another country, etc.), I'm tempted to write down my impression of it to use later for stories ( Read more... )

Yesterday started with a glass jar committing suicide by leaping from a shelf while I was trying to get bread down (seriously, how did that happen? The jar was behind the bread! Did it somehow stick to the bread bag? I have no clue.) and proceeded to shatter all over the counter, floor, and the delicious breakfast I had just made ( Read more... )