it's a convoluted mess
I was looking for an old graphic file on my hard drive. I ended up falling into a bottomless pit of some ridiculously bad graphics once designed for website pipe dreams gone by. I also found a metric fuckton of web pages, code, and whathaveyou for all of those long-dead website plans. Ten-plus years ago I did not have one flipping clue what I was doing when it came to webdesign. I probably still don’t… Keep reading…Still unwritten…
Dragging my way into Hell Week with back pain, headaches, and obnoxious fatigue. I’m completely useless two weeks out of every month. But it’s a GIFT! A monthly GIFT! Shut-up before I stab you in the throat. In the meantime, my blood pressure is completely out of whack and my arm is sore from the monitor cuff squeezing the hell out of it. I’m trying to remember to monitor it for at least a week… Keep reading…Cut through all this noise…
I just deleted 24 spam comments from my filter. Of those 24 comments, 15 of them were all for the same post. When I do a mass-delete of spam comments, the majority of the comments are for that exact post. I have no idea what possible keyword in that post causes it to garner so much spam, but it’s very bizarre. Also, people need a fucking hobby. Write a bot that’s useful mmmkay? Or go… Keep reading…Grace…
Dear Jim, I’ll be honest, there was a time I dreaded your very presence in the cubical next to mine. It was probably [mostly] unwarranted, but it was true. When the Absent Minded CFO fired The Beast and hired you (or re-hired as was pretty much the case) in her place, I was a little excited. Working for The Beast had been a nightmare. And being under the “management” of my sister was probably one… Keep reading…A letter to PIMA…
You should probably watch this video. Because Matt Nathanson is just that good. Also…pretty. — I am perpetually brainstorming when it comes to writing. I have this…habit…when I’m alone to brainstorm out loud on whatever my current project is. I talk through aspects of the story like I’m explaining them to another person. Except it’s just me (and probably a few stuffed animals, if I’m being honest). It helps me work through troubled spots and… Keep reading…Slow fire burn…
I’m pretty sure many, if not most, women would be downright offended if their husbands told them they were getting them an elliptical machine for their birthday. But I pride myself on NOT being a typical woman. Also, I’ve been whining about being fat and wanting an elliptical machine for MONTHS. We figured we’d invest in a machine eventually, after we paid off our current big bills—the furniture, the credit card that covered so many… Keep reading…And then I keeled over and died…