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  • Spring has sprung, the grass is riz

    Spring has sprung, the grass is riz

    And I know where the flowers is These past few weeks, Vancouver has been experiencing what they are now calling an “atmospheric river.”  Why the euphemistic language?  It’s a MONSOON.  It’s an ENERGY-DEPLETING RAINSTORM.  This is a temperate urban rainforest; meteorologists don’t need to start mollycoddling our feelings with fancy-pants lingo.  We know what’s up. …

  • Self care? DON’T care!

    Self care? DON’T care!

    I’m being good to myself. One thing I’ve been told for as long as I can remember is that I’m really, really hard on myself. And it’s easy to be hard.  But I actually just think I’m strong enough and ambitious enough to navigate life, which is a battlefield.  Didn’t Pat Benatar say that?  Or…

  • …in the meantime, Jack White, you must know something:

    …in the meantime, Jack White, you must know something:

    I’m quite busy with my day job and with writing a whole pile of stuff (my first excruciating book, upcoming blog posts about nothing of any consequence), but I have said this once, twice, three times a lady: I will never kick you out of bed for sitting on my face. I don’t care what…

  • You mean, this precise moment?

    You mean, this precise moment?

    Well, WordPress bot, I guess I should answer this immediately, because my feelings might change after I quaff this big home-brewed iced coffee. And I am pleased you didn’t ask me, “What are you thinking right now?” That wouldn’t be appropriate, and my thoughts would have changed by time I finished typing the sentence. Right…

  • “A nest for birds, there ain’t no words, for the beauty and the splendour and the wonder of my–“

    “A nest for birds, there ain’t no words, for the beauty and the splendour and the wonder of my–“

    …hair, which once again I’m going to have to lop off. I am the last chick to spend any time on a blog post (or any piece of writing at all) talking about her mop, but once again it’s aggravating me so much that I am tempted to grab my kitchen scissors and Gillette leg…

  • This one’s a challenge, WordPress bot.

    This one’s a challenge, WordPress bot.

    1.) My cat, Annie, forever and always. Among her other perfect qualities, she very patiently lets me smooch her nonstop. 2.) Eggs for breakfast. Hard-boiled, soft-boiled, scrambled, poached, made into an omelette…they really are the perfect food, healing for both brain and body. 3.) My parents, almost 80 years old and with the energy and…

  • Eee-ess hell, part one of infinity

    Eee-ess hell, part one of infinity

    It’s time.  It’s due time that I finally tackle the topic of The Worst Decision I Have Ever Made In My Life.  And holy Christ dangling from the cross, have I done some weird stuff. Like, I mean– I’ve dropped acid probably a dozen times. As a highly-emotional and empathetic person, this caused sheer terror and…