The prolonged chills of this lingering illness have turned me into Mr. Rogers. I immediately swapped my coat for a sweater (well, Patagonia fleece, but still) and my Keens for slippers upon returning home this evening. Now before you worry too much, I was singing a different kind of jaunty tune: "Rumors of War" by High On Fire. But still ( Read more... )

- If you celebrate something, Merry That!

- I started this LiveJournal thing a touch over two years ago. Merry That, too.

- I can't believe I forgot to mention that the Librarian and I have plans to head up to Humboldt where we will meet more remarkable trees, not to mention waterfalls, beaches, tidepools, gwynny  and synchronaut . Very Merry That.

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(  ... to provide the first potty humor to make me laugh in two decades ... )

I am dating a dreamy librarian, hereafter referred to as the Librarian. Please reply letting me know whether you'd like to hear more about this. I may consider tackling filters and creating one if it seems reasonable, but don't bet on it.

As part of the process of getting my life back together, I've made a conscious decision to step down the amount of energy I put into stewing over politics; this explains part of my relative silence in the past few months. But I could not let the following bullshit pass without comment ( Read more... )

The Boy and I wanted to take in some local redwoods after voting on Tuesday, so we visited Roy's Redwoods Open Space Preserve just up the road past the polling place. I just expected to enjoy a few big trees and a bit of walking with the Boy before losing too much daylight to stay out, but the hooting started the instant we got under the big trees ( Read more... )

... though it didn't cost you much of anything.

I had gotten all excited about my government-issue rain pants when I ordered my winter uniform, but on Thursday's dry run, they seemed like more trouble than help. So, when the rain fell in earnest on Friday, I convinced myself at 8:30am that between the cover of the redwoods, my rain coat and my wool ( Read more... )

I suppose that, having one of them weblog things on this here Internet, I've got to drop at least one Monty Python quote, so there. I include it to put your minds at ease: the story lies not in my wound's severity, but its stupidity.

While slicing my cheese with a knife (like a real man), I thought to myself, "I sure hope I don't slip with the ( Read more... )

Officially, I'll turn 28 in about four hours. I'd just like 27 to know that it can fuck off and die and never come back ( Read more... )