Posts by author: Mush
In which I rant right at the whole entire blogosphere. Including myself. Okay, so, my cred is that I’ve been blogging since before the word had even been coined. (Okay, not really, since it was coined in 1997. But still, I’ve been doing it for years.) Since I coded all my pages by hand. Since […]
In which I want, I want, I WANT! I want to see this so, so bad: Roving Mars. It’s about Mars. It’s made by Disney. It’s total space porn and it’s IMAX!
In which I rock. I’ve rocked myself to sleep for most of my life. It’s a rather violent, whole-body rock, and if I don’t braid my hair it ends up incredibly tangled and snarled and takes twenty minutes to brush out. I’ve always preferred to sleep on mattresses on the floor, in order to avoid […]
Sunday’s rehearsal recapped. I hopped into the shower at one-thirty Sunday afternoon and Bread promptly popped his head in. “Why you bathing?” he asked. “‘Cause. S’time.” “Wuffo?” “Dude, Sunday. Got rehearsal.” “Oh,” he mumbled, looking downcast. (He’s so bored. He doesn’t do well with too much leisure time.) After dressing and finding my purse I […]
In which we visit chez DeSchepper-Flora, and eat. Saturday night a group of us descended upon Mr. J in his home, at the behest of his woman, to celebrate his birfday. She’d made nachos, soup, and appetizers, and there were cookies and pie and a variety of tasty beverages. Hilarity ensued. Actually, both Bread and […]
In which there’s a full moon, Friday the 13th, and Amazon Blonde’s birthday all on the same day. Friday night we went bowling for Amazon Blonde’s birthday. I bowled three games (scored 111, 113, and 112) and drank a lot of cocktails. Bread bowled one game. In each of my three games I bowled a […]
In which thin-crust pizza is the best. And knitting. Yesterday, Bread and I had lunch at Revelations. We had their house pizza – pesto, Greek olives, feta, and carmelized onions – and one of the pizzas on special, plus a salad. While we were waiting for the food, I scanned the fantasy/sci-fi section and found […]
In which you leave a comment, bitches. In other news, it’s Delurking Week, so if you don’t comment I’ll – I’ll just – well, I’ll just fucking cry. I know you’re here, I have tracking software you know!
In which you hear me sing a song that was written for me to solo on. For real. Remember my trip to New York last September? To sing on a friend’s acapella album? Well, I saw her over New Year’s and she gave me the tracks. She doesn’t like them and isn’t going to use […]
In which Bread gets pissed. In both the American and the English sense of the word. Yesterday I was sitting at my desk at 4:59, and happened to see the clock in my taskbar roll to 5:00. My cell phone rang immediately. I ignored it and finished up what I was doing, and got ready […]
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