Oh, House Hunters. The show that puts clueless people who adhere to every gendered stereotype imaginable in the hands of the most grating and idiotic real estate agents on the planet and forces them to choose between three mediocre home options. Or whatever the official outline of the show is supposed to be.
As a child, I hated beginnings. So much was unknown: What would the teacher be like, the other students? What would we learn? I always longed for October, when routines had firmly taken hold. But now I prefer those beginnings because they are so full of hope.
The past week was an easy one for many Americans thanks to paid time off, school holidays, and ample amounts of food. Because I work retail, Thanksgiving week involved lots of work and not much food. As Black Friday consumptions creep further into Thanksgiving, I realize I food and family will probably not be on my list in the future. Continue reading
I’ve known about Elf on the Shelf for a year or two (roughly coinciding with the amount of time I’ve been a parent), but it only vaguely entered my consciousness. However, this year, it’s very difficult to avoid the Elf. Continue reading
My roommates and I just had a conversation about punching celebrities. Continue reading
What’s shaking your trees, today, Persephoneers? Continue reading
Acclimating myself to Leonard Cohen’s unusual singing voice took until adulthood. Low and creaky, Cohen sounds as though he’s easing his words through a crack in the wall. He sneaks up on you, and his literary style of songwriting appeals to me.
I have so much cool stuff to tell y’all about this week! I’m totally geeking out about some cool volcanoes, new species, dinosaur poop, and Neil deGrasse Tyson’s new segment on The Daily Show. Come geek out with me! There’s an iceberg gif! Continue reading
Our memories are tricky beasts. They can hold a great power over us, tingeing the things we see in front of us, the right now, with the hurts and sorrows from yesterday. They can also outright lie to us. Sometimes, this is for our benefit. We can forget the intensity of grief and the urgency of pain over time, so we can put ourselves in the path of grief and pain again. Other times, the lies our memories tell us don’t do us nearly as much good. Continue reading
This week I’m mixing things up, pointing you not just to great ladyblog reads but also discoveries from the interwebz that may be of interest to you, dear ladyblog enthusiasts.
- 6:45: A piercing scream. Younger child is awake and politely asking for a cup of milk. I stumble downstairs and fiddle with the microwave whilst dodging small cars on the kitchen floor.
- 6:47: I hold and feed the child. All is quiet. Continue reading
Plot and characterization were everywhere this week, even if some of the love went to secondary characters. Well, most of the love went to secondary characters. We also got lots of funky looking monsters in both Tokyo Raven and Samurai Flamenco. Continue reading
Q: I find that a lot of times I stall out on tasks that require me to actually leave the house (taking an enormous pile of crap to Goodwill, etc.). Do you have suggestions about that, besides “just do it”?
A: Sometimes, it seems like getting rid of stuff is both the easiest and the hardest task all at once. Continue reading
Ever notice how once you’re an adult, “game” takes on a negative connotation? Wicked games, foolish games, it’s all fun and games until…
It’s coming. The decorations are up. My gran has sent German gingerbread spice, which means I have to bake stuff. My mum sent a big box of German chocolate, which means I need superhuman self-control to not eat it all at once. Continue reading