by Mir | Mar 30, 2006 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
A handy guide to your convalescence, according to the wisdom of one of the world’s foremost not-quite-eight-year-old melodramatic possible-hypochondriacs. Onset Be certain to fall ill in the evening after a long day. Your mother will be overworked and tired and...
by Mir | Mar 29, 2006 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
Apropos of absolutely nothing, I feel the need to discuss typing. Right here, right now. Can you touch type? I can touch type, if by “touch type” you mean “type rapidly without looking at the keys.” But if you take “touch type” to...
by Mir | Mar 29, 2006 | Detritus
Oh, whoops. Did I forget to post last night? I did. I actually considered posting, but it kept coming out sort of like this: Grumble, whine, grrrrr, hate hate hate, WAAAAH. Fascinating, I know, but it seemed like I ought to spare you. Today I have about fifty...
by Mir | Mar 27, 2006 | What do I do all day?
Before I begin, I’d like to let everyone know that the very pretty Shelley is holding a contest called She’s Funny That Way. The winner will receive a copy of Shelley’s book and so you should go read all about it and enter and all of that good stuff....
by Mir | Mar 26, 2006 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
I grew up in one of those obstinate climates where it often snowed in May, where the cloudy days stretched on forever (it sometimes seemed), and where the rare perfect day made it all seem worth it. I didn’t know, at the time, that I was living in the Land of...
