Hello, friends! I have so many feelings and let's face it, they're probably not appropriate for io9. This is one of my favourite books of all time - anyone wanna talk about excitement/fears/swooning/dogs for dinner*?
Hey friends! The WEIRDEST thing just happened. I got a letter in the mail, on beautiful stationary, from the mother of a terrible ex-friend. (Not UHG, the other one!) It was a lovely note, just letting me know that she often thinks of me (fondly) and wonders how I'm doing these days. I have never received a letter…
SmallBeaver is (finally!) seven years old today.
Hey, friends! Do you guys have mental avatars for the people in your life? I just noticed one of mine and I'm suddenly kind of horrified about it.
Sorry for posting twice in one day, but I am obviously drunk with power and really need to get this out: GOD WHY DOES EVERYONE I KNOW THINK IT'S OK TO INVITE THEMSELVES TO OUR HOUSE especially after that whole business with UHG?
It's been too long - tell me about your kids and what they're up to! Something good? Something bad? A little of both? I'll put my update in the comments - it's been a good start to the new year.
...Because Mr. Disconnected just made me THE BEST Christmas present OF ALL TIME.
Hello friends, it's not a great day. SmallBeaver is lying again - she is a natural champion of deceit, and at this point probably needs to commit herself to Truth in a grand way. We talk about Honour ALL THE FUCKING TIME around here since without honour, there is no true success, no true friendship and no true…
...I'll take that, too, because SmallBeaver is officially being bullied again - this time, at her once-perfect refuge: dance. Here is a list of what has happened:
So as most of you know, I am homeschooling SmallBeaver, our resident weirdo. This gives us all kinds of great opportunities to explore the world in all its weird and wonderful glory.
My work is up to date. My invoicing is done. The clients are quiet. GT is quiet. My kid is quiet. Naturally, I am disquieted.
Wherein I invite my fellow nerds to gather round the virtual campfire, and feel the strange and unsettling warmth of cautious optimism?
Today I tried to write a short cover letter explaining SmallBeaver to a public figure to whom she has herself written what can only be described as a pretty strange letter. It was very difficult to sum her up succinctly, and I will obviously need to come back to it, but it got me thinking about how hard it is to…
Hello, friends! Yesterday I discovered that I was pissed off that week in, week out, we have THOR'S DAY (Thursday) but no LOKI'S DAY. Which is a) completely unfair and b) let's face it, Loki's Day would be infinitely more interesting than boring old Thor.
We've had a pretty tough week or two around here and I've only just put the pieces together. Apparently, SmallBeaver got told by a kid at dance that she's a LIAR WITH PANTS AFIRE when the kid probed the simple question "What grade are you in?" to maximum annoyance, not accepting any of SmallBeaver's scripted answers*…
This seems like a day where people could use a little cheering up, so let's fantasize for a bit! What job do you KNOW you would be great at? You don't have to be qualified, so think big.
Ok, friends! Now that the UHG is finally out of my life, it's time to resume my regular posting-hosting duties. Consider this your opportunity brag / chat / and/or complain about your little (and big) beans.