Z and I talking about Apocalypse in the car, on our way home after watching 2012Z: If I think about the possibility of the world ending, it just... makes me more sad than I can tell you if I only start to think about the horrifying choices and lack of choices our children would face. How unfair it would be that they never got to flourish and live ( Read more... )

.... for the living outloud projectThroughout my adolescence, whenever I thought of my life I divided it into Before and After Dad, and then in later years Before and After War just for variety. I felt divided and unhealable, in the wake of all those deaths and bombs. And I spent most of those years in grim survivor mode, battening down hatches ( Read more... )

My Crush of the Week - Evil Slutopia . Feminism and brains and cartoons and pop culture snark oh yis. They light up my Google Reader like a star.

Inter-ethnic Balkan conflicts and politics, as explained concisely by Z:

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I fly to Montenegro to reacquaint myself with my son , leaving Z to look after the cats and make sad puppy eyes in my wake.

N: I will miss you so much.
Z: I will miss you too. Who am I going to talk with when I come home? Whom am I going to share my bed with?
N:Hopefully no onee ( Read more... )

Your spouse cheerfully makes a thoughtless comment that you find hurtful/offensive and then feels surprised at your emotional response ( Read more... )

N:Our plants seem diminished and sad. Perhaps I should pull up some of these weeds that have conquered the flowerbeds.

Z:Yes, it's a possibility. On the other hand, our plants are so ungrateful, all: This soil is too hard! You don't water me enough! Angle me more prosperously towards the sun! At least the bloody weeds prosper and don't complain. ( Read more... )

The mess in my house is currently unquantifiable. Z and I are painting one of the rooms, because we are hardcore profoundly insane. The painting may sound relatively simple to the childless but it involved the following ( Read more... )

A love note from Z on the occasion of our fourth year of togetherness:

Still love you, still haven't slept with whores> Happy Anniversary!

Baby still sick. Z and I reaching new heights of ragged undersleptedness. Because the health symptoms of myself and the young 'un are really only of interest to my next of kin I shall only use them to illustrate a couple of brief anecdotes ( Read more... )

When I trace the anatomy, the history of my relationship ( Read more... )