funereal spaces

Well. There you go.

Nobody knows what the Bird Cage is.

No, not the movie.

Ali knows what the Bird Cage is.

Didn’t Al Jourgensen used to be kind of hot once upon a time? Good Lord. I wonder why no Maori are up in arms about his chin tattoo.

Every time I type cinema I add an n to the end. I have no idea why.

Thanks, I’m handling it. If I needed your help I’dve asked.

Stop saying panties. Jesus.

I’ve found my new compound, now to fundraise.


Whatever. When is the AP going to change its convention on Oxford commas? That’s the only thing we care about. And the AP bloody knows it.

Ho.Lee.Shit. This post might not happen today. MADNESS.

OK, yeah, I wrote that like 5 hours ago. No way this is happening today.

I’m pretty sure I don’t deserve this shit.

Fuck. This. Noise.

I’ve never been to France, so I have no Notre Dame to add to the fray. I suppose I never will.

I say again, it’s a lot harder than you think.

How did I even get on this mailing list to begin with??

Two people just came in here and thanked the hell out of me for being supportive and inspirational and awesome. Made my day.



“Where are you from?” “AMERICA!”

Y’all make me tired.

You know. It’s not like I’m getting paid to write this.

Some asshat stole my cookies.

Happy Birthday, Justin Amash.

“[S]cience might not be progressing toward a truer representation of the world, but might simply be moving away from previous representations.”

I’m so angry. Definitive proof that I can’t get a fair shake to save my fucking life because the well is continuously poisoned.

I’m at a total loss as to what to do about this. I suppose there’s nothing I can do.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand now my student hasn’t shown up for work. Perfect.

Please don’t comment on my shit just because you see it as an opportunity to virtue signal.

Weird. I wonder why she’s not in the directory.

I have a list of wishes I seem to be wishing every single day.

I keep hitting some F key instead of backspace and it makes my window go all giganomous.

No sir, I don’t like it.

Meeting – then migraine pill. And food.

I feel like my entire life is half-assed right now and it makes me very uncomfortable. But it’s also highlighting the fact that my standards and expectations are about eleventy times higher than everyone else’s, and no one else seems to see an issue with my half-assery, because they don’t see it as such.

But it’s not like I’m going to lower my standards.

When did Steve Yzerman get old?

Just seems remarkably unethical at best.

ABUSE. That’s the email. I was looking for risk.

I’d like to say that these people should be sentenced to experience the torture they inflict, but then we’d be no better than they.

I have got to get this shit together.

sweet as pie sweet as pie sweet as poisonous pie

These things are important.

5 down/15 to go

Look. My format is my own. I don’t care if it’s conventional.

I feel like a porcupine.

You know who’s an incredibly talented photographer? Heather Binns.

I’ve never read Little Fires Everywhere, but I feel like that phrase is the perfect descriptor of my job.

I’m actually really good at my job.

I can’t believe how much my neck hurts right now.

I will never do that again.

Well then.