by Mir | Dec 16, 2004 | Detritus
The mentally ill would be me, of course; and maybe Joshilyn, but we are going to forgive her for planting the image of people buttering dogs in my mind on account of she is pretty and nice and a published writer. Also I’m afraid she might kill me in my sleep if...
by Mir | Dec 15, 2004 | Haven't been hit by lightning yet!
Brought to you this evening by my stellar, cheerful mood, and also the little bit of questionable alcohol I found in the way back of my fridge. And we all know that these are the classic ingredients for true wisdom (even if I did type that as “widsom” the...
by Mir | Dec 15, 2004 | Health is overrated
Monkey turned to ice multiple times this morning. Tragic, really. I’d be asking him to do something like, say, put on his socks, and suddenly he would be stock-still intoning through nearly-motionless lips “Uh oh! He’s frozen in a block of...
by Mir | Dec 14, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Up until very recently, I had always thought–nay, assumed–that I had a firm understanding of human nature and the English language. These two things are not inherently related; no. But together, they would lend a person (say, me) the insight necessary to...
by Mir | Dec 13, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to the last couple weeks of craziness leading up to Christmas we go…. I love Christmas. In theory. Sometimes even in reality. But not usually. And the two weeks beforehand? I could do without. My offspring are wired for sound....
