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Category Archives: Diaryland

The Ice Bowl

There’s a storm coming. A big storm. I’m weirdly excited about this storm, more excited than I should be. Sure, I’ve been nervously fretting that there wouldn’t be enough snow for a sleigh ride next weekend (next WEEKEND!!!) and we’d have to be happy with a humdrum hay ride with wheels instead of a glidey […]

Something strange is afoot at the Circle Bix

So this morning. I was half-awake when I realized that yes, Virginia, it is a Tuesday and not, for instance, the mythical day of Satnesday, where cloned Russell Crowes will anoint my body with gold-infused oils and juice fresh pomegranates for me all day long (love the fresh juice, don’t want to deal with the […]

Indelicolletage

Why are boobs sexy? I don’t know if I understand that. I mean, I sort of understand the whole point about asses and evolution and doggy style, but seriously, the need for boobs to make those perfect mounds in sweaters, to perch languidly in demi-cup bras, what is that exactly? Sure, I love my rack, […]

The Cat Who Did Not Star In A Bad Detective Novel

Update on my independent study thingy: Professor Darling is quitting. Her semester is so stressful that she’s declared it her last. She has no time for anything, which means that she wants very little from me. Now I have terrible guilt over the whole thing. Stupid work project. Stupid Shermer Illinois. Speaking of the project, […]

The winter of our discontent and also squee

The week in Illinois sort of flew by. Most of it was spent in various conference rooms, scheming to get a few precious seconds with a shared Cat5 cable. If that cable were a prostitute, we would all have a raging case of crabs this week. Between that, a crazy schedule and marginal cell phone […]

Land of Lincoln

I’m writing this directly into the edit window. It’s weird. I never do this anymore. Diaryland has burned me too many times, but since I’m in a hotel room on a ridiculously expensive internet connection, I’m feeling a little, oh, how shall we say, rebellious. I’m in Shermer, Illinois, by the way. Well, not really, […]

If the color is careless

It seems that one of my ideas has been noticed by brass and now I will be traveling to the corporate headquarters for weeks at a time throughout spring semester. Which is really cool, because hello IKEA and Nordstrom and Trader Joes, but also sort of not cool because a) more work, b) not enough […]

Big Dumb Head Girl

Remember a few months ago when I was talking about how it would be nice once winter hit and I would have so much more time to do things? You know, like I’d hunker down in woolens to have hours of productivity, cranking out novels like knitted mittens and finishing freelance and house projects in […]

Gear head

I know that others have been saying this, but if you are not watching NBC’s The Office, you are missing out on something wonderful. I’ll admit that I was not really willing to get on board with the American version, having loved the subtlety of the British version, and also the wonderful way that Ricky […]

Scampi

In December, I bought Esteban two new sweaters to wear for the holidays; one cashmere and one a rough raggy kind of oatmeal sweater (because I secretly find the LL Bean look very hot). Then Esteban reminded me that he does not like sweaters and also that he was afraid to wear cashmere because he […]

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