Some questions will never be answered. How does the economy work? Did Jesus have a wife? Why was Pushing Daisies cancelled? And then there are some questions that could be answered, but are stymied by the rules of social pleasantries expected in casual conversation. Casual conversation means the content must be kept light, otherwise we’ll be […]
I don’t mind my neck. It’s a fine neck. In fact, I never think about my neck except on the occasion I see a side-angle photo of myself, in which case I’m aghast at the connecting shape between my chin and collarbone. It’s not quite doubled, but it’s soft and rounded like a lazy curving road […]
What a beautiful site, to revisit a latent blog. Brief snapshots in time, forever preserved for anyone to wander upon. Some may see a decrepit relic of times long past, or a sacrifice to the temporal mysteries of the world wide web. But I see an old friend. We’ve shared so many experiences, relayed so many […]
Hey hey, ya’ll. Me, my husband, and my fake husband will be tromping on up the East Coast for some pilgrim-inspired feasting this week. You know what Thanksgiving reminds me of? Elementary school. It reminds me of all those times they dressed us up in three-cornered hats and we did stilted versions of “stone soup”. […]
Today, I’d like to tell you all about my imaginary husband. He looks like this: He’s simple-minded, annoying, controlling, emotionally distant, and only vaguely lovable. — Wait, wait, wait… didn’t you ACTUALLY get married? Was that whole post bullshit? Why yes, astute reader. I DID get married. To a lovely man, who is none of the […]
Remember that time I said I’d start blogging again? Yeah… So much for that. Instead, here’s a photo of Robin Hood trying to pierce the armor of the impenetrable Clark Kent.
Hello. I’d like to clear the air. — I never intended my most recent post to signal an impending year-long blogging sabbatical. At the time, it read like a simple ‘Ms. CQC is having an off day’. But as time wore on and the page never updated, the sinister title “Nothing to Say” read like […]