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Random Wednesday

I need to start keeping a toothbrush in my drawer at work.

But it was January.

Another day, another interminable staff meeting.

Microscopical is a word? Microscopic just sounds better.

Unlike many libertarians, I don’t have an issue with borders and defending them.

No. No icky vibes, please.


I REALLY want bees.

Maybe he just doesn’t care.

“I don’t wanna talk, I wanna shoot!”

The guys lined up at the bar with their cigars.

I don’t know how to play chess.

That does not sound delicious.

But I don’t even have a DVR.

I can never pronounce Appomattox.

Oops. Sorry Jayne Cobb.

Sheesh. Can I just move to the Shetlands now please? WOW.

I wonder if they buy a new map every time there’s a new investigation. That’s probably a lot of maps.

Why would you ever cap that at 30??

Apple pie!!!

scan scan scan scan scan

That worked even better than I’d hoped.

My Twin Peaks episode notes are feeling like weird little poems.

Oh, well, that works too, I guess.

I’m gonna take myself a break.

Why are we taking Bill Nye seriously??


What? United Airlines is killing bunnies now?

Robocop. Figures.

I’m so boring today.

No one asked me about my kids.

I felt like the least important person in the room, to be honest.

Surely it is time to eat the pie?

Guess I should have known better than to take some initiative. Duh.

I need my chair!

I need a nap.

I need some motivation.

I need a personal trainer.

I’m trying to decide that riding my bike that far back and forth every day sounds like an awesome plan. But my brain just keeps laughing at me.

Oh. Dentist tomorrow. Whee.

I think that may have been a wee bit too much cinnamon.

I think. I think. Yes. It is.


Random Wednesday

I. Am. Miserable.

I would very much like to go see Shooter Jennings in June.

This is some pretty great feedback.


OFFS. I’ll cover it.

It’s that feeling of constantly having to sneeze that kills you.

Yeah, rapidly coming to loathe the phrase “flip the script.”

Holy hell it’s busy today.

Sometimes the Can Do Girls can’t!

I feel like I’m speaking a totally different language than everyone else today.

I keep accidentally setting my phone to silent. Which I suppose is OK for phone calls, because the only people who call me are spammers and the NRA. But I also miss incoming messages that way. Sorry. But you probably aren’t messaging me anyway.

Damn, I wish I was asleep.

Actually, I’m so zoned out right now, I might as well just be asleep.


Allyship??? That’s not even a word!!

I have not even been paying attention.

Oops. We should visit the library more often.

I thought that said Lovercraft.


So glad I decided to read through this one more time.

Is that a fucking fruit fly? GODDAMMIT!

I can just order the router.

Great. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass.

Lady, there is not even a tornado watch. Calm the hell down.

I had a song in mind but I’ve forgotten that too.

Look. I have the mouth of a longshoreman who moonlights as a trucker. But there’s a time and place.

Honestly, if anyone makes an attempt on Trump’s life, it’s likely to be that unhinged moron Shia LaBoeuf.

What is this purple Starbucks weirdness everyone is posting pictures of?

Also it looks like it’s liquid cotton candy, and therefore disgusting.

Stormageddon does not like the bus.

Wow. I. OK.

rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain

Well yeah. Lauren Hutton is gorgeous.

Ok, thanks, but I don’t actually care about Bill O’Reilly.

silver sulfasomething

Yeah, I don’t know. I don’t really want to pay you to send me a postcard.

Really kind of hating Diane Fry. WTH. Get over your damage, chiquita. Cooper’s a good guy.

Damn. That’s a hell of a Riot Fest lineup.

Why is food always so problematic?

The hell with it. I’m posting today. Surprise!

I could have sworn we had some zinc.

I don’t care what anyone thinks, I like the Home soundtrack.

Well, that was lame.

At least I won’t

Holy shit. What a weird coincidence.

Random Wednesday

Happy First Contact Day

Shoulda used the Spock pic instead today I guess.

The Bernhard Center cafe menu always puts an apostrophe in nachos. “Nacho’s Deluxe.” Nacho’s deluxe what??? Who is Nacho?


Well. Things are all turned around now.

Yes, I think this is the right decision. Probably.

You can’t tell people they can’t eat that food.

Sorry, but ginormous is totally a word.

I got this fancy portfolio thing. What am I going to do with this fancy portfolio thing? It’s 2017.

Barbed wire seems scary and intimidating when you look at it, but upon reflection, wouldn’t wrapping your baseball bat with it be basically a waste of time? After a couple of wacks, the barbs would be all bent flat. Then you have a bumpy baseball bat, sure, but honestly? Getting hit with a bat seems sufficient. The wire just sort of comes across as window dressing. I am not impressed.

No, I still don’t actually watch The Walking Dead.

I just read a ridiculously old Random and in it I said I’d never read The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. That isn’t even true. Why would I say that? I’ve totally read that book. Sometimes I forget things. And evidently, sometimes I have temporary brain damage. I blame the migraines.

I wonder what I did with that corset.

Well. That was unexpectedly depressing.

Nacho knows.

Sorry. Not my banana.

Ok, but that isn’t actually true. And you know it isn’t.

Sweet. I still love that show.

Wow. That is not a flattering photo of my neck.

Smarmy bastard.

I typed this big long thing about something I had posted before but couldn’t find. But I found it. So here it is again. “I think the world would be a happier place if we just randomly mailed each other books. I randomly mail people books for fun. But I mean randomly mail someone a book that really meant something to you. Just because. Maybe it’s just me. I’d love that. I’d love to just randomly, periodically get a book from someone just because they loved the book and thought ‘I need to share this with my Jen.'”

Oh hush. That’s just the tragedy talking.

I wish I had Lucy’s job.

Albert’s path is a strange and difficult one.

“There’s things you can’t get in books.”
“There are things you can’t get anywhere, but we dream they can be found in other people.”

It’s getting mighty old.

Wait. What. Cinnamon roll donuts are back at Biggby. Might need to do a run this morning.

And by run I mean walk calmly to Biggby, taking my time.

As long as it’s not pouring.

I just almost dumped my tea in my lap.

Sorry I suck so much lately.

I probably shouldn’t put that in the personal statement I really don’t want to write. “I suck right now, but you should totally let me into your program on account of I don’t suck all the time.”

She is pathologically incapable of just doing what she is asked to do.

Well, they’re not full just yet.

I dunno. I like sandwiches.

I could really go for one of those Cuban pulled pork sandwiches we had in Florida. Man, those were amazing.

But I’m at a complete loss as to what to eat for lunch now. siiiiiiigh

Oh Jesus. How did I forget we have Chick-fil-A here now?? Anyway, I can’t make it there and back on my lunch hour.

Be adaptable.

Wait. Lettuce heist?? What???

That. That is the look that made me crush on Special Agent Dale Cooper. That was the moment.

Ha. Preacher season two trailer. I love that show.

I’m sorry, but no freakin’ way is my 80s boyfriend Lloyd Dobler.

And just like that, an entire hour has flown right by.

I won’t even dignify that with a response.

Wait, Barry Manilow is still alive?

I think she’s just perpetually pregnant.

Are you just applying hair spray right at your desk now? GOD.

Were you thinking evil things quietly? Evil works best quietly, I think.

Loud villainy is the bane of professional evil doers.

I’m going to say I won’t respond to your email while I’m on staycation. But we all know I will probably be lying.

Wow, that is spectacularly dumb.

She got a lot of hype and she is not living up.

That’s right. I bought the Reese’s Pieces. So what?

Don’t judge me. I didn’t go to Biggby earlier. I didn’t eat a cinnamon roll thingie.

Yeah, I’m probably not going to Random next week. Just cos Staycation + Random = not terribly interesting.

Like this is so stimulating.

That last 45 minutes might actually kill me.

I don’t even know where I was going with that.

OK that’s it. I’m not evil.

I’m just drawn that way?

Random Wednesday

So … just don’t come here then.

Although I agree that boiling water in the microwave is something only heathens do.

And people who drink tea made from water boiled in the microwave aren’t drinking tea. They’re drinking insipid, hot, stained water. And I don’t want to know those people.

I always forget that I’m on that committee because I’m an alternate. Also I should quit.

It’s a sad world where people aren’t allowed honest mistakes. No. Every “wrong” thing you do is clearly driven by some deep seated bigoted or racist or phobic ulterior motive designed to victimize someone else. Because HEAVENS FORFEND anyone ever just make a simple, unintentional, honest error.

Harry, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it. Don’t wait for it. Just. Let it happen.


Those crocheted yarmulkes look like boobs. I’m sorry.

Facebook wants me to celebrate my upcoming birthday with friends by creating an event. What should I call it? The “jentober celebrates another birthday by maybe having an extra Diet Dr. Pepper and refusing to do dishes” party? My friends all live too far away.

I typed fart instead of far. So there’s that.

Stop fictionalizing your life in order to garner sympathy.

I always feel like I’m trying too hard.

I just want to be part of the knitting community! That’s all I want!

But I always feel like I’m trying too hard.

Um. That globe is totally not in Haenicke Hall. It’s in Knauss.

This sweater is so perfectly cozy and warm it already needs to be de-pilled. And I just got it. It’s the perfect grandpa sweater. Perfect.

I can’t help it that I’m addicted to t-shirts. Isn’t that better than being addicted to crack or heroin or whisky or something?

Ha. True.

I am a goat girl.

You might be slightly senile, and you maybe should not be in the position that you are in.

Wow. And also that is a really short mix. But wow. Interesting choices.

I do love that Chris Isaak song though.

No one ever calls me. Except the NRA. The NRA calls me all the time.

Wow. That’s the most wrong internet quiz I’ve ever taken. But it is kind of hilarious that I got “Blane.”

Also why is that character’s name spelled Blane? It’s Blaine. WTH John Hughes?

I just realized the house that the test pilot lives in in episode 2 of the X Files is the house that Frank Black moves his family to in Millennium.

Wait. Now it feels like I’ve realized that before.

OK, but I don’t actually speak French. We’ve been over this.

I wasn’t cranky. But then people started being people. And then I was cranky.

If I call you, and you answer, don’t tell me you’re not open yet and to call back in seven minutes. Just don’t answer the fucking phone in the first place.

I feel like you need to be reminded that I am not, in fact, your secretary.

Hilarious. I never did care for Cracker Barrel.

I still haven’t found a kitchen witch.

Skip Arms has the best hair. Look at it. It’s fucking magnificent.

“Who would kill someone for ten dollars?”

It’s prospective student. Not perspective student. You work at a university. How is this hard for you?

I’m having a hard time wanting to bother continuing posting to Flickr with this project.

Why is it dwarfs and not dwarves?

I really hate it when people abbreviate please to pls.

You all have beaten this horse so dead it’s nothing but a crimson stain on the floor. Move. On.

Not zee Russians.

Tell me again why I stay in higher education??

They trap you with the benefits.

I don’t appreciate being forced to voice gratitude.

I got a bad batch of Slim Jims. Curses!

No, you can’t have a refund.

Sometimes the clock in my car is correct. Sometimes it’s an hour behind. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY.

Institutionalized bullying.

So weird seeing such a young Mark Sheppard in this X-Files.

Wow. Just wow.

Wait. Joss Whedon is directing Batgirl??

OK. MPA it is.

Random Wednesday

These are not good eggs.

Well that’s the thing with bloody talking decapitated cyclops heads.

OMG Jason Isaacs will be a Captain in the new Star Trek series. I looooooove him. I’m so excited about this!!

Holy hell. So. Much. Want.

Wait. There’s such a thing as a Buffy Studies Scholar? I want that job!!!!

We shouldn’t need 15 minutes of debate over whether or not “upper classMEN” is offensive and what should be used in its stead. This should not be what we are concerned with.

Knitting and Scotland. It’s like a beautiful dream.

I think we all need a Thomas Jane moment. OK, I just remembered his weird no shoe thing. So. Yeah. Let’s move on.

“Michigan is drinking some micro brew and playing Euchre while trying to conjure up nice things to say about Detroit.”

I don’t know. I just don’t like that word. It just seems like there could be a more creative, stronger word.

I’m sorry.

Wow. OK.

Every time I look out the window I am surprised to see the snow. You’d think I’d know better. I’ve lived here my whole life.

I really don’t think it’s necessary for Outlook to crash every day. Maybe try every other day for a while, see how that goes. Just a thought.

Biggby birthday specials?? Yes please! Hello 24 oz chai latte for $1.99.

It’s possible that I need this shirt.

Yeah, I’d prefer not to spearhead anything, thanks very much. I’m not really a “spearheader” kind of person.

My brain still always thinks the Ides of March is the 11th, not the 15th. I have absolutely no idea why.

I think it’s the ones. 11.

Shut up.

I miss you. And you. And also you. And I’m not forgetting you either.

Dammit. I think I screwed this up.

Every time you say “livin’ the dream,” I get Sturgill stuck in my head.

That was a nice way to end Rectify.

Yeah, I have no idea what happened there, but it made me el oh el for a good 2.5 minutes.

Wait. It wasn’t a cyclops.

Oh good. I did not screw this up.

You are blinded by your own enlightenment.

That photo proves nothing.

I’m not sure what that last statement says about me.

These Triscuits might be a bad idea.

Man. I’ve been wanting to close these blinds for actual years. I’m so glad I finally did it.

I need my Friday music playlist on Spotify right now. That’s just how it is.


Harry, our job is simple.


Posting early might be working for me right now. Continuing this into the evening tends to be problematic. You’re welcome.

No one needs that much of my disjointed rambling anyway.

I’m not a crazy woman!

But what’s with hipsters and floral prints?

That’s the first time I’ve actually Googled that. Wow.

What the bitch?

It’s sort of lazily snowing and it is pissing me off.

Great. Now that song is stuck in my head.

Alas, I must away.


Random Wednesday

It is cold in here. Sheesh.

Scent is important. It’s hard to like you when I don’t like the way you smell.

It’s a shame that Finder show didn’t get more than one season. It’s fun. Of course I can’t picture it without Michael Clarke Duncan.

Actually, I can see both perspectives of a Necker cube simultaneously.

either way

We’re not gonna talk about Judy.

I want Bea Arthur’s house. Wow.

I don’t actually want to know that much about just about anybody.

I’m a libertarian. Please allow me to leave you the fuck alone.

Which First Lady are you? Eleanor Roosevelt. You’re an inspirational soul. People come to you for advice because you possess a wisdom beyond your years.

What. I have two words for you, chickens. Birth. Day.

Oh right. I need to get those letters done.

Because evidently she is a crazy lady.

Don’t steal stuff. It’s not cool.

I marched today. I marched right to my office. Because I am a responsible adult with mouths to feed and bills to pay.

I still love the Black Hawk Down soundtrack.

Who the hell is Caitlin Moran and why does she think she knows what girls should and should not read?

I got the socialization question again. And they always phrase it like “But aren’t you worried … ?” Well, if I were, I’d probably be acting on it. And if I were, I’m still convinced the answer to socialization does not lie in public schooling. Or private schooling. Or formal schooling of any kind. In fact, I’m probably more worried about how well socialized your children are than I am about mine.

Argh. Stupid power. Think I’ll just have to post early again this week, then.

No, no, no. That completely defeats the purpose of Doc Martens altogether.

I gotta get a new battery for that thing.

Gorram wind is tearing my house to bits. I can’t be having this gorram wind tearing my house to bits.

No, really. Am I marking the pattern easy because at my skill level I think it’s easy, or because I think it will be easy for others? I do not like this feature, Ravelry. It confuses me! I’m probably overthinking it.

This is a really great interview with Jonathan Haidt and Frank Bruni which addresses the severe and alarming lack of diversity of thought on college campuses, among other things.

GAH. Don’t DO that! I thought I screwed this up and I didn’t. You changed it. Stop freaking me out like that!!

Why do I think I know her?

I hate hiring. So very much.

Is this link gonna take me to that stupid map again? Because that map is not telling me when they’re going to have my power back on.

I hate it when the power goes out.

Yeah, you’re really not using Instagram correctly at all.

I’d walk down to Biggby for a chai, but the wind is likely to blow me away.

Or it would. If I wasn’t fat. From consuming things like chai.

Do I get to teach. Do I not get to teach. This is ridiculous. I can come up with better things to do with my time if you’re not going to let me teach. Really. I have all kinds of hobbies.

Bleah. I’m feelin’ a little crappy.

This website is pissing me off.

Dammit! I keep thinking it’s Thursday.

OK. Ridiculous wind. Migraine. Pick up pizza. At least the generator is going. Sheesh. Thanks, Wednesday.

Funny how often I let that happen. I should knock that shit off.

Well then.

Well. Then.

Random Wednesday

Sorry, you’re stuck with me again.

634 is resuming soon though. I’ll have more non me photos coming I guess.

I just liked this one though.

OK, maybe I should break away from the National for a minute. Sheesh.

“We will win an election when all of the seats in the House and Senate and the chair behind the desk in the Oval Office and the whole bench of the Supreme Court is filled with people who wish they weren’t there.” ~ P.J. O’Rourke

Yes! I found the sarcastic catalogue blog I was trying to remember.

I kind of wish we had a Sunday dinner like the Reagans. But we’d probably kill each other.

I love you, internet friends.

That actually sounds kind of horrific.

I know this placemat is old, but I just found out about it, and I had to share it because I think it is hi-larious that HARVARD misspelled Islamophobia.

OMG please. PLEASE. Please stop saying swag. Please stop using swag as an adjective. Please just stop.

Halle Berry’s Oscar hair was perfection.

And that’s just about all I have to say about the Oscars.

Natalie Merchant let her gray grow out. It looks good. I wish mine would grow faster. I felt that “dye me now!” twinge start in yesterday.

Huh. They didn’t get that emotional about the other ICC chick that died.

I don’t eat plums. But my dad is a plumber. That’s not a riddle.

I started re-watching Twin Peaks. The Norwegians are leaving! The Norwegians are leaving!

I can’t take all your deactivating reactivating once a day. I don’t need that kind of instability in my life. Either quit FB or don’t, but quit acting like you’ve got some kind of moral high ground when you can’t even stay away for a full 24 hours.

I should definitely be writing more.

“If it walks like a duck, it’s a biker gang?”

OMG I love these socks, but I am not paying $25 for them. Also I want this shirt. I’d be more inclined to buy the shirt. Seems like a better decision money wise. Not that I’m buying anything. But I do have a birthday coming up. Just. You know. Throwin’ that out there.

I think I got Slim Jim in my hair.

I was thinking about giving up carbs for Lent, but then I remembered I’m not a practicing Catholic, and I laughed heartily in relief.

Going by these cop/murder shows, I have to say, if I were a cop, I’d carry two cell phones. Sheesh.

It’s a repository.

Of story.


How is it March already?

No one wants to start their day with that. No one. Obviously except you.

Wow. Marathon meeting. Whee.

It’s always Prague. Why is it always Prague? I’m going to have to get myself there someday to see what the hell is so exciting about Prague.

We had a rescue goat. He thought he was a dog. They’re not very smart animals. He was old and he ate literally everything. He died.

Her voice is making me feel lonely.

See all buying options.

Nope. Gonna have to find a way out of that one. Can’t do it.

I shouldn’t complain so much. Maybe I’ll stop complaining for Lent. Even though I’m not a practicing Catholic anymore.

And maybe a few carbs too.

I really hate it when the paperback is cheaper than the Kindle version.

Long day today. Very. Long. Day.

I’m reasonably certain this qualifies as professional development.

Holy wow. Now that is a weird coincidence. Very very weird.

Stop looking at yarn, jentober.

I don’t automatically prefer anyone. I dislike everyone equally.

I’d love to join the Miss Bracken knitalong, but I am not paying $120 bux for Brooklyn Tweed. So I think I’ll just sit this one out.

Dammit! I can’t communicate solely through Bitmoji if the app has decided not to work anymore! Curses! CURSES!

I really do love Halle Berry’s Oscar hair.

I really wish you’d respond to this email, dude.

Yeah, I don’t know. That Scarpetta stuff just got waaaaay too weird.

Well it least it’s not lacking in quantity today, even if I am posting early.

I definitely wore the wrong coat today.

I definitely need more caffeine.

I’m definitely glad tonight is a panel and I don’t have to lecture about anything.

I’m definitely not gonna slam this Diet Dr. Pepper.

I’m for sure gonna stop talking now.

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Well. There you go then.

Just because you aren’t happy with the way something works doesn’t mean it’s “broken.” It just means you didn’t get your way.

Trying to find a new series to watch on Netflix. This quiz tells me I should be watching Supernatural. Yeah, that’s not helpful.

I have no professional goals. I have no professional ambition. I’ve officially reached the stage of giving up.

I keep looking at the political science course offerings for fall. Because I’m a crazy person and evidently there are still classes I want to take.

But I won’t.

I have your Thin Mints.

Carolina Herrera. Class act.

The legend of King Arthur used to be one of my favorites.

Actually, I think it still is.

Did that kid just ask for the “vice dean”?

I guess the sign shop needs a proofreader. ooph.

I just don’t like eating that early. It throws my whole protein schedule off. Plus I’m not usually hungry then.

I have no idea what’s going on.

good morning good morning good morning good morning good morning

Don’t forget your cookies!

Maybe I should quit FB.

Maybe I should quit FB and politics and empathy and making an effort and all the things.

Get off my lawn while you’re at it.

“You are a Libertarian: As a Libertarian, you support maximum liberty in both personal and economic matters. You advocate a much smaller government; one that is limited to protecting individuals from coercion and violence. You tend to embrace individual responsibility, oppose government bureaucracy and taxes, promote private charity, tolerate diverse lifestyles, support the free market, and defend civil liberties.”


No. No I will not be staying for your lecture.

What the hell is a sell sheet?

Well at least we’re not on that list.

That is a particularly horrible way to go, really.

I need music. But I don’t know what kind.

That does it. I’m shooting film this weekend. Dammit.

Sure wish I still had that Yashica though. sigh.

Oh brother.

Still no music.

Wow, that just does not even make the slightest bit of sense.

I totally forgot about my tea. Now it’s room temperature.

Oh yes. The Pixies. Perfect.

perfect perfect perfect

I should’ve learned to play an instrument.

I should’ve become an actor.

I should’ve written a book.

I should’ve finished college the first time.

I should’ve written more letters.

I should’ve sent letters even though no one ever writes back.

I should’ve been wired nicer, friendlier, more outgoing, less introspective introverted misanthropic.

I should’ve been more likeable.

Maybe. Possibly. Never mind.

I love keyboard shortcuts.


Aw! These pix are so great!

Ah. Right. I was just reminded why I never buy anything from Wool and the Gang. So. Many. Dollars. Or We Are Knitters for that matter.

Also go away Krysten Ritter!

I can’t believe you’re making me go by myself.

Why don’t I remember Tom Selleck appearing in nine episodes of Friends??

blah blah blah

I’m thinking of conversing solely in Bitmoji for the rest of my life.

Can I go home now?


Pish. Like I’ll even win. Pipe dream. It’s an honor just to be nominated etcetera etcetera.

WordPress wants me to correct etcetera to tetrameter.

I don’t think he’s going to eat that.

Oops. Poked publish instead of preview.


This kid is never going to go to sleep tonight. He’ll be up til dawn. I may need to go sleep in his room. Leave him to the wolves.

And by wolves I mean Trollhunters on Netflix.

HA! “As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” — H. L. Mencken

I’ve never seen that Mencken quote before. He said/wrote that in 1920.

I gotta catch up on Blacklist.

I don’t know why that “ask me anything” link is even there. It’s not like anyone ever actually asks me anything.

Why do they call those cookies Samoas?

They just should stop making them bite sized.

I, too, hope they serve tacos in hell.

Haven’t even knitted a stitch. Oy.


Hey Ferb, Iknowwhatwe’regonnadotoday

Um. So you’re not upset about the implied violence of a barbed wire wrapped bloody baseball bat, but you’re outraged by the childhood phrase “eeny meeny miney moe”.

And you wonder why I don’t like people.

I think you are eminently more likeable than I.

I really need to take my contacts out.

What is it with hipsters and floral prints.

I want sleeeeeeeeeep.





Learning the ins and outs of Excel is just really not terribly exciting.

cos they keep croaking

Random Wednesday

There’s one from a few years back. When I was skinny.

I miss being skinny.


I’m rather fond of red and black together, but part of me is afraid that it seems too communist.

I just want to stay at home. That’s all. The older I get, the more difficult it is to people.

She is treacherous.

I need to get that stuff framed.

Me: “Ha ha ha. Playboy’s going nude again.”
B: “‘No one will ever make a worse business decision than NEW COKE,’ said the world. ‘Hold my beer,’ said Playboy.”

Sometimes I find myself resisting a possible knit just because so many other people are knitting it. It’s like a reflex.

I always was a quiet rebel.

More like nerdy rebel.

It’s just that this song has been stuck in my head since I started the Timber Cardigan.

Ben Affleck doesn’t want to be Batman anymore. Why? Because he’s ready to admit that it was the worst casting choice ever?

There is no diversity of thought here.

Which frozen lunch shall we consume today?

more sigh.


Somebody is always going to be marginalized.

This post is depressing the hell out of me. Let’s take a break.

I can’t buy tickets today anyway.

And let’s be honest. It’s not like I’ll even actually go. I never go.

Oh! You can get that photo on a variety of items in my Society 6 shop. If you were interested.

That and many other photos.

That actor’s name is Clayne?? I never knew his name. I just knew there was something about him that rubs me the wrong way. I don’t like him at all.

Oh right. I have a Neil Gaiman meeting today.

I keep forgetting it’s Wednesday.

Well. It is random.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll be less depresso.

Maybe I’m becoming agoraphobic. But only if the outside involves other people.

Would it be a problem? Would it be a problem? Would it be a problem?

My hip hurts.

OK that is not working.

Hello Thursday.

I suspect I don’t feel much better today than I did yesterday. But I’m going to pretend that isn’t the case.

Well I’ve never really been a proponent of gen eds, to be perfectly honest.

This Diet Dr. Pepper tastes weird. That makes me sad.

Wait. This is a second Diet Dr. Pepper. From a completely different source. And it also tastes weird. This makes me sadder. Because evidently, it is me, and not my beverage.

Yay! I’m going!!! I can’t even remember the last concert I went to. Was it Chris Isaak? It might actually have been.

I don’t know how to give up carbs. My life would feel so empty.

still more sigh.

Still not a sock knitter.

Lunch just kind of snuck up on me.

And why isn’t it Friday, anyway??

Putting this off a day certainly has not added to the quality overmuch.

I’m going to have to get more Slim Jims.

Uh oh. No internet at home. Maybe I’ll just go ahead and post this before I leave then.

I am definitely taking fair week off this year. None of this back and forth business. I’ll need to use up some time anyway.

All the funny stuff. All of it.

lost in translation

I’m taking my birthday week off. Because I can.

I can’t wait for this weekend’s weather. I’m so tired of my winter wardrobe.

Tomorrow should be a nice quiet day.

I’m boring myself to death.

To. Death.

I wish I enjoyed running.

Oh good. A whole entire seminar on the wage gap. I’m betting they won’t mention how it’s been debunked.

Yeah, I’m not taking the world without a woman thing day off from my life.

lock the doors

ok. I know. I’m sort of sorry. Kind of.



further sigh.


Random Wednesday

it’s got nothing to do

Just tryina think up a damn hell bathroom blurb. I got nothin.

My Instagram stopped posting to my Tumblr. And I can’t figure out why.

I’d still like to check out This is Us.

Please. I wish I had Lady Gaga’s belly.

I can never remember if I’ve already taken the Bs. Did I just take it twice? I don’t know!

Every time I see that “resist” business posted somewhere I get the Pixies stuck in my head.

I just realized I don’t have meatloaf for lunch today. I’m not sure what to do with myself.

Also I keep thinking it’s Thursday, which is problematic.

What the hell, Cognos?

It’s OK. I don’t actually care if you hate me.

It’s possible that I need that dress.

People actually listen to Verve Pipe?

I wish I was more gifted at writing letters of recommendation. Those bastards are hard.

There is no reason on this Earth that you cannot figure this out for yourself.

This day might need a second Biggby. Except I don’t have time for a second Biggby.

Someone kill this day off now.

If I put this lunch on my calendar are you actually going to show up?

Oh letters.

Maybe social media should be dead.

No social media. Letters. Film. I’m an analog girl living in a digital world.

I stole that line from Neil Gaiman.

Except can I keep texting? On account of I don’t actually like talking on the phone.

I’m itchy. Stupid dry air.

I like that photo.

An. An alligator. Not A alligator. AN.

It’s hard to be haunted.

Wait wait waitwaitwait. This is too rich. All these leftists who are against school choice are threatening to homeschool. I cannot. You’re killing me.

The older I get, the more I am inclined to do things just to piss people off. Y’all need to calm the hell down.

As for me, I’ll continue to homeschool. Thank you very much.

I meant what I said about school choice last week.

Stop automatically making new people “top friends,” Goodreads. First of all, I don’t even know what that means. Secondly, all of them are equal or something – mostly because I have know idea what that means.


Ah Sade. I love you, woman.

I could do without this rapping.

I am very particular about my lip balm.

I can’t get this damn gas smell out of my nose. ARGH.

Oops. Almost forgot the laundry.

I don’t want to go til this Peter Gabriel song is over.

i’ll tell them what the smile on my face meant

Dammit! My clothes still smell like gas. Have to wash them again. Dammit!!

This kid and his completely bizarre sleeping patterns. He’s trying to kill me. I know he is.

I should replace this toaster.

I want a new treadmill.

I would love a box of succulents, thank you.

Maybe I should go back to Twitter. hahahahahaha just kidding.

This whole Krysten Ritter the knitter thing is kind of bugging me.

What is with hipsters and floral prints??


Did you eat the last unicorn?

Maybe I should knit nothing but ponchos from now until I die.

Look. I know. But it’s out of control. It’s mass hysteria. It’s like a pandemic of lunacy. It’s exhausting.

Please leave me out of this.

I need to find that book.

fffffffffffff WTF is that??

It’s interesting to be reading GWB’s chapter on choosing staff and his process while Trump is in the process of choosing his administration. Very very different men. GWB is a pretty smart fella.

I feel like I need to remind you at this point that I did not actually vote for GWB.

And also, still a libertarian.

And also, still a political scientist.

Oh man. Good stuff.

I should have started this stupid laundering the gas out laundering earlier. … course I wasn’t home with gas on me earlier …

I need a break from the world.

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