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  • I don’t believe in this whatsoever, Jawn.

    …but maybe having temperature-controlled rooms in your rich-man apartment to protect your fur coats–while bleating “imagine no posessions” to your avaricious, rapacious Boomer audience–might actually have had something to do with it all. Never mind. Good song, though.

  • Have I Ever Talked About How Much I Despise Summer?

    Have I Ever Talked About How Much I Despise Summer?

    Because I do. I really, really do. How could anyone like this nonsense?! I loathe this season. I absolutely hate everything about this time of year. I would do anything to not be here, in Vancouver, on this roasting planet, right here and right now. And every summer is going to be worse than the…

  • Fairly cute at 50…

    Fairly cute at 50…

    …but I am scheduled to get some injectables in my face. I can’t wait; I’m not taking this “getting old” thing too well, particularly while having to endure it in this psychopathic, violent, woman-despising patriarchy (and there is no other kind of patriarchy). As Courtney Love said many years ago, “Being able to buy beauty…

  • Writing prompt (which I haven’t done in ages)

    Writing prompt (which I haven’t done in ages)

    “Get an education, and don’t get pregnant.” This was passed down from my mother, an exceptionally competent, professional, and brilliant woman who heard it from her own mother–my Russian grandmother. My baba lived in the interior of British Columbia, could not speak English, had a husband die from Parkinson’s-related disease, and was left with four…

  • Daily Writing Prompt, in which I barely had to write a thing.

    You get one guess, folks.

  • There is simply…

    There is simply…

    …no place else on this gorgeous planet I’d rather live three blocks away from. And that is all I need to say about THAT. So in keeping with my current thing–we all need to have a current thing–about the inclusion of musical faves on this blog, here’s one for all of you, because it is…

  • Is there a name…

    Is there a name…

    …for that feeling you have when you are so homesick for a time, a place, when everything in general was pretty fucking great and you knew it and you took it all in and said to yourself “This is the best it’s ever gonna be” and you didn’t assume a thing and you sort of…

  • WordPress Writing Prompt, Which I Haven’t Done For A While

    WordPress Writing Prompt, Which I Haven’t Done For A While

    Finishing what I started. Reading stuff I wrote a while ago and discovering that it’s not bad at all. It’s a craft that doesn’t depend on one’s looks, age, physical health, or even mental health; some of the most cuckoo people I know are fairly decent writers, and some of the sanest people I know…

  • Poem [“Lana Turner has collapsed!”]

    Poem [“Lana Turner has collapsed!”]

    Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you said it was hailing but hailing hits you on the head hard so it was really snowing and raining and I was in such a hurry to meet you but the traffic was acting exactly like the sky…

  • Daily prompt (that I don’t tackle daily).

    Daily prompt (that I don’t tackle daily).

    As you can see by the header pic, I’m currently reading a book called “The Game of Life and How to Play It.” I heard about it several months ago–I can’t remember where or how–and, intrigued, I decided to place a hold on it at the Vancouver Public Library. Surprisingly, there were about 8 people…