archives for August 2008
Monday 25 August 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Sunday 24 August 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
So the expatriation plans were perhaps a little melodramatic. In my defense, everyone knows the Un is the last place you’d come for intelligent campaign analysis, seeing as how almost all my knowledge of strategy comes from either season three of The West Wing or repeated viewings of The War Room. Which I really hope [...]
pending president mccain’s election, the un will shortly be brought to you from her expatriated location in méxico
Saturday 23 August 2008 | 6 cookies in the jar
Because oh my God, you fool of a Took, WHATWEREYOUTHINKING.COM.
Thursday 21 August 2008 | someone left a cookie
Because EVERYONE should have her own alethiometer.
Thursday 21 August 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
When I wake with a start at the sluggardly hour of 9:00 am, catty perched on my chest wanting her late-morning kibbles, I immediately retrieve the light box from the closet and set it up next to the bed. Welcome, autumnal anxiety! So glad you are here to visit this year. Now go away please. [...]
Wednesday 20 August 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Courtesy of the magnificent Cake Wrecks, I’ve almost forgotten what a tugmuscle I am. At least I’m not an drain-bamaged chain-supermarket cake decorator. Though if I keep acting like a wanker I’m sure I’ll get my chance.
Tuesday 19 August 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
I’M A BITCH. Details at six.
Monday 18 August 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
Don’t you just hate it when you ditch the very first day of school because you’re all nauseated and groggy from painkillers (and because you were insomniac the night before and stayed up reading The Sunlight Dialogues, which is, incidentally, a mess, if a big grand Gardnerian mess, and not nearly the novel October Light [...]
Monday 18 August 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Friday 15 August 2008 | someone left a cookie
In the white-white room he said, Is she a woman? asked why and the spiked tools laid in neat lines rows of recommendations, reasons, the aforementioned not-thought-of, it’s-too-late, what-were-you-thinkings she felt in their green gaze under the strobe and light altering, or something else fading in the waiting room: plastic toys, a small brown boy [...]