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packing light
As the only chick in the tight-squeeze carpool to Skepticon, I feel especially pressured to travel light, to defy the cultural stereotype that as a female I will grossly overpack for this short weekend excursion ( Read more... ) -
Asymptotic Paradox
The only thing I've ever carved into stone has been the determination never to carve anything into stone. Almost two decades into my crusade against black-or-white thinking, I have finally come up against my own personal version of the omnipotence paradox. The grayscale paradox. I'm backed into a corner. Can a die-hard flexivangelist maintain ( Read more... ) -
coming to you straight from the bonbon-covered pedicure chair, of course.
Golly gee, it must be like totally stressful to be a Working Mom. This Decorative Mom gig is hard enough! If someone was actually cutting me a paycheck for the middle 8 hours of my day, I think I'd definitely slit my wrists from the hardness ( Read more... ) -
unfunny
Q: How many single moms does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: WHAT?! Are you... did another #%$&!@ bulb just...? auuuughhhhh! *tears* -
focus group
because polls are fun
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why do I even take the bait?
So I received one of those asinine email forwards that "that" side of my family often circulates. This one was about global warming and included one of those moronic viral videos. I quickly shot back an email that said, "I did too much research on this issue in school; sorry ( Read more... ) -
a little perspective
I'm working on my Lit portfolio - 7 essays on Greek literature and western culture - that is due tomorrow. I have two 10-page papers due next week (one Monday and one Thursday), and a final exam for my quantitative analysis class that will total about 5-6 hours in the computer lab plus about 8 pages of write-up, which is due Monday at noon, under ( Read more... ) -
bed and school
I need to go to sleep ( Read more... ) -
Confessions of a Heretofore Unsentimental Cynic: or, Why I Can't Read the News Anymore, Ever
In the unlikely event that I could consign myself to some manner of service after my death; if I could gain a supernatural power with which to touch humankind after I have shuffled off this mortal coil... in short, if any of those ridiculous, illogical, sentimental, saccharine stories of afterlife, time-leaping, and in general the revisiting of the ( Read more... ) -
yes, Moliére, it is.
Is it not then clear that all the ills of mankind,
all the tragic misfortunes that fill the history books,
all the political blunders,
all the failures of great leaders,
have arisen merely from a lack of skill at dancing?
- Moliére