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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.


I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’

11.52 dark sonnet ~ neil gaiman

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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.

I only ever told you one lie when it could have been a thousand. It might as well have been a thousand.

10.52 tompkins square park ~ mumford and sons

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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.

You didn’t see me I was falling apart. I was a television version of a person with a broken heart.

9.52  pink rabbits ~ the national

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Random Wednesday

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

I don’t need any help to be breakable, believe me.

8.52 slipped ~ the national

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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.


You said it was not inside my heart, it was.

7.52  anyone’s ghost ~ the national

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