Category: this is my brain and welcome to it

Thunderheads were forming…

Sara

Do you remember fashion plates? I never had them, and I don’t remember who did, but I remember somebody had them when I was a kid. (Cousins maybe?) They popped into my head recently as a certain gremlin muse was Frankenstein-ing another batch of ideas together. I had the thought that cutting parts out of multiple story ideas and sticking them together to make something else reminded me of fashion plates—mix and match the different… Keep reading…Thunderheads were forming…

Never gonna make it stop…

Sara

I was digging through some folders in the black hole that is my hard drive and found this…screenshot? showcasing ADHD versus reality, and while I have no idea where I found it or who created it in the first place (Whoo! Etch-a-Sketch brain!) it struck me (probably in the same way it did when I first found it…whenever that was) how well it explains……this. And by that, I mean the hot mess of a website… Keep reading…Never gonna make it stop…

Always on the hunt…

Sara

IT’S SNOWING!!! Again. They’re running out of room to pile this stuff up when they plow and it’s only the middle of January. WordPress automatically installs a new default theme every year. And every year, WordPress yells at me for the security risk of having an inactive theme—which is last year’s automatically installed default theme. You made that mess, WordPress, YOU clean it up. (Yes, I know there are a multitude of reasons why WP… Keep reading…Always on the hunt…

Every single minute…

Sara

According to WordPress there are 221 revisions on this post. That might be some sort of record. This thing has a way higher word count than I ever expected it to for what I originally wanted to write. Granted I can’t imagine the word count function on this platform is terribly accurate considering all of the HTML tags, links, and alt-text crammed in here. I have no idea how it handles that. Still. It’s excessive…. Keep reading…Every single minute…

An ordinary Wednesday night…

Sara

And by ordinary I mean, it’s some late hour in the middle of the night and I’m not sleeping. Week 111…ish… It’s the end of April. Weather keeps swinging between hoodie weather and sub-freezing in 24 to 48 hour periods as Minnesota is wont to do. I recently had to be out of the house three days in a row and every single day it was pouring rain and snowing at the same time. It… Keep reading…An ordinary Wednesday night…

Trash can dream…

Sara

March. Week 50. We are two weeks away from the one year mark of when Bob started working from home because of a Global Fucking Pandemic. What. The Actual. Fuck. Anyway. The thing about making a habit of only posting once a month as a lead-in to my monthly Last.fm stats, is that even when I feel like I have something else to write about, I feel like I need to preface it with some… Keep reading…Trash can dream…