I am writing this because it's the product of a powerful and painful recent revelation. I'm telling it in brief snippets of memories, and it does depict forms of abuse. It's also REALLY LONG.

Please welcome your true evil cat overlord, Atchoum.

As an avid nerd, I love sci-fi, fantasy, historical fiction. I always have and I probably always will. Clearly, much enjoyment around these genres is the ability to suspend disbelief. I can completely buy dragons, magic, anthropomorphism, omnipotent beings, aliens, and time travel without a second thought.

A man in his 30s died when he fell through the basement access grate of an abandoned building on Bedford Ave in Brooklyn on Sunday. The unnamed victim is thought to have lived in a nearby shelter. Witnesses noted he was simply walking down the street, not taking particular note of where he was walking exactly like…

I am addicted to the stuff and I do not apologize for it. I cannot function in the morning without it.

So I posted this early this morning because my head was still reeling from it all. You guys were very kind and supportive!

Good morning! It's Sunday morning and I've been awake since 5, which is not only frustrating, but boring. Ergo, I present a disconnected stream of thoughts.

There are many words I would use to describe myself: feminist, liberal, lover of knowledge, skeptic, atheist... Aquarius?

I'm making these horribly named cupcakes again for Mr. Farce's first real shift (the last one was training). My tip of the day: buttercream 101.

I am - according to cursory and wholly unscientific perusal of my FB feed - the last woman I know not to have a child. It has been made clear to me on several occasions that as a non-mother, I am allowed to express (or even hold) exactly zero opinions on children, childhood, parenting, or wise life choices.