Whole wheat rice crispy squares.
W. T. F.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
So Tired.
Exhausted. I think I remember a time when I got sleep.
Instead of post, you get random shit commencing... now.
The awesomeness of my beloved, item the first:
Said in tones of utmost disdain. "You know what pisses me off? When I'm trying to look up pictures of foxes and some woman keeps showing up."
Awesome. The fact that he genuinely didn't even know who said woman was. More awesome.
Item the second: His out of the blue, amazing rant on how older fiction books are sexist and misogynistic.
Oh my god you're amazing, please never change.
Instead of post, you get random shit commencing... now.
The awesomeness of my beloved, item the first:
Said in tones of utmost disdain. "You know what pisses me off? When I'm trying to look up pictures of foxes and some woman keeps showing up."
Awesome. The fact that he genuinely didn't even know who said woman was. More awesome.
Item the second: His out of the blue, amazing rant on how older fiction books are sexist and misogynistic.
Oh my god you're amazing, please never change.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Change. They needs it.
I try not to put anything political on this blog, mostly because it's neither the purpose nor function of it.
But the shit going on in Egypt is atrocious. Yea, I'm a writer, but these kinds of injustices tend to leave me a little less than coherent. Also, I get a little frothy at the mouthy, so I'm going to leave it at THIS and THIS, needs to stop. Right the fuck now. Those people are working hard for their change and the fucking military is pissing all over it.
But the shit going on in Egypt is atrocious. Yea, I'm a writer, but these kinds of injustices tend to leave me a little less than coherent. Also, I get a little frothy at the mouthy, so I'm going to leave it at THIS and THIS, needs to stop. Right the fuck now. Those people are working hard for their change and the fucking military is pissing all over it.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Pretty Sure
I don't need to spend 15$ on 30$ worth of tasty, yummy, amazing, gourmet cupcakes. Thanks Groupon, you goddamn enabler.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
It Makes No Sense
Sometimes, the only way I can begin to make edits or look at a piece of writing properly is to print it out. I don't even have to actually read the print out indepth, sometimes just the printing of it and holding o the physical paper is enough to get the ball rolling. It's like it flips a switch or something. Very weird. also, hell on trees. But if it comes down to me or the trees, well, sorry trees.
To this day, if I want to hardcore edit something, I need the printed bit in my hot little hands. I catch more mistakes when I physically go over it. Like, I'll catch more than double the mistakes versus just going over it on the monitor. Every. Single. Time. Without fail.
Unrelated note. My brain is pissed at me. I keep pushing it to give me more and it's out o' gas atm. But I keep pushing and it keeps slowing down. Time to defrag my cranium.
To this day, if I want to hardcore edit something, I need the printed bit in my hot little hands. I catch more mistakes when I physically go over it. Like, I'll catch more than double the mistakes versus just going over it on the monitor. Every. Single. Time. Without fail.
Unrelated note. My brain is pissed at me. I keep pushing it to give me more and it's out o' gas atm. But I keep pushing and it keeps slowing down. Time to defrag my cranium.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Dreams
So I had this dream the other night. It was amazing and I can't remember it now, but I may have decked a bear. Just sayin' y'all.