In which nicotine and Mitt Romney break my fragile heart

So, it’s been awhile. A long while. A very long while. Vast ages of the earth have passed, civilizations have risen and fallen, lizardy creatures have risen from amoeba-filled puddles to reign over the land and subsequently be wiped out of existence, and during all that time, I have somehow failed to update my blog.

For my faithful readers, few and potentially mentally unstable though they may be, I offer my deepest apologies.

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In any case, rather than getting too deeply into what I’ve been up to over the last few months (working, writing, writing, working, etc.), I’ll jump straight into the Very Important subject of this entry.

Today, dear readers, I would like to speak to you about a girl. And not just any girl, but The Girl, whose path happened to cross mine for one beautiful and fleeting train ride yesterday morning. What follows is a story of love and heartbreak, beauty and tragedy, lipstick and disappointing bumper stickers, in which the fondest desires of my fragile little heart were dashed to pieces by cruel, cruel fate.

Read on, friends, and ready yourselves for a tale of utmost woe.

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Totally Real Celebrity Interviews #1: Benedict Cumberbatch

My Bistrips avatar recently sat down with a Benedict Cumberbatch glamour photo to have a serious talk about his life, career, and who he thinks is the best author in the entire room. Here is that groundbreaking interview in its entirety: /sleep deprivation strikes again Continue reading Totally Real Celebrity Interviews #1: Benedict Cumberbatch

Sleep deprivation, take #578093248234

Massively sleep-deprived, wheeeee! Second night in a row that I’ve been kept awake by a nasty headache, then awakened later when Benny decided to practice his feline yodeling in the wee hours of the morning. On the plus side, being up early means I have a nice long period of time in which to get over my headache before work, so…that’s good, right? RIGHT? It … Continue reading Sleep deprivation, take #578093248234

Being Luke Skywalker (and other dreams of an 11-year-old girl)

So, when I was a kid, I wanted nothing more than to be Luke Skywalker. Not whiny farmboy Luke or patience-challenged who-is-this-muppet-and-where-the-hell-is-Yoda Luke, but kick-ass, calm and cool and awesome Return of the Jedi Luke. To pursue this lofty goal (as, I should mention, an 11-year-old girl living in small-town Pennsylvania), I did a number of things. First, wardrobe. Very important. Black shirt, black pants, … Continue reading Being Luke Skywalker (and other dreams of an 11-year-old girl)