Wow…it’s been a hot minute since I’ve been on my blog. Chalk it up to starting at a new school, new classes, and just loads of new stuff in general. Don’t get me wrong. I love my new job and classes, but starting a new …
Read MoreYou Miss One Hundred Percent Of The Shots You Don’t Take
I’ve been making more of an effort lately to be something that resembles social. This may come as a shock, but until a few days ago, I had never been to a club, or out dancing. Even in my college days, never did it. It …
Read MoreA Shoutout To Mr. Peter S. Beagle!
But first, a few thoughts and prayers should be offered to the ones who will lose one or more digits tonight. Or eyes. Or whatever they are aiming the angry incense at. For those who don’t know me personally, I’m a bit of a shy …
Read MoreSocial Butterfly…Yeah…Not So Much
Nobody would ever describe me as anything that even resembles a social butterfly. If anything, I tend to be a wallflower. That, however, is changing. I am trying to put myself out there, and not just for self-promotion for my books (though that’s nice too). …
Read MoreLike Grandma, Like Granddaughter
My whole family says so. My mom always states that I closely resemble my paternal grandmother, though I personally think I look more like her mother, aka my paternal great-grandmother. That spicy personality I have? Yeah, might have come from one or both of them. …
Read MoreSpreadsheet Hell
So, I do have a spreadsheet of my fossil/cast specimens. It’s got over 700 entries, and I know I’ve missed a few. There’s about 800 actual items in my museum, though some have the same accession number (because no way on this good earth am …
Read MoreTchotchkes, Or, How To Lose A Sale In Thirty Seconds
And here’s your moment of irrational annoyance, courtesy of someone who didn’t mean ill by it, but aggravated me anyway. I’m always on the hunt for curio cabinets for my museum. Yes, I already have a bunch, but I particularly need ones that have doors …
Read MoreI Am Done. It Is Finished.
The school year…not writing. I’ll be at that until the day I die and get to go and make whatever supreme being out there utterly insane. You’ve been warned, whatever you are! I’m not going to say that I write as a survival mechanism, but …
Read MoreNot Today, Creepy House With Shag Carpet In The Bathroom
Back in college, my folks decided that I couldn’t stay in the dorms anymore. There were a multitude of reasons, not least of which was when the guy next door to use tried to get into our room with a credit card and then peed …
Read MorePlease Explain How My Generation Survived The Playground
No, seriously…have you seen the playground gear my generation had? And that was at the start of the ‘safety conscious’ era. Most of my classmates and I were still using the old stuff. Like these things: I don’t remember if my friends and I had …
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