No more comments. No more posts. If I want you to know where I'm posting, I'll tell you. This blog is done.
Friday, April 20, 2012
(Don't worry, I've got another t-shirt I can try my mad sewing non-skillz on first, in case it turns out I should leave it to the professionals.)
UPDATE: One accidental tumble through the drier later, and it fits much better. Still a bit looser than I'm used to, but at least it doesn't billow.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Every year the enviros have "Earth Hour", where participants turn off all the lights and appliances they can get their hands on, and that includes yours if they think they can get away with it. Then they sit in the dark for 60 minutes and pretend that makes up for all the energy they consumed in the 364.96 days since the last Earth Hour. Naturally, this has led to backlash in the form of "Human Achievement Hour", which is exactly the opposite: The goal is to consume so much power that every participant blows at least one fuse. Some folks even idle their cars in the driveway. Personally, I tend to forget all about it when the time comes, because I have other things on my mind than tweaking other peoples' noses. (Also, a new Transformers: Prime* is on at 8:30, and I don't want to miss it because I'm running around flipping lights on while I shred my junk mail and bake a pizza and make toast, all at the same time.) I did, however, think this survey was one of the funniest things I've read all week.
*Shut up. It's a good show.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Spent all day Sunday in an adrenaline-fueled tizzy, rearranging furniture. The downside was that I couldn't fall asleep for hours that night. The upside is that I finally have what amounts to a functional office space in my hilariously tiny apartment, plus the feeling of having moved house without all that pesky packing. Plus plus, I now have a place to set my laptop other than my, you know, lap. I was getting that toasted skin goodness all over the tops of my legs. Not fun. And now that I've got a proper writing space, I can second draft the crap out of my last novel. I've got space to tack up notes on index cards and everything. Maybe I can get out all those short story ideas I've got knocking around in my brain, too. Then I just have to sell them, convince the world of my literary genius and retire to a beach in Fiji. Or, you know, make enough to quit the nine-to-five and work on this all day. Yay, setting goals!
Now shush. I'm working.
Friday, March 23, 2012
I've got a new column up at Shotgun Reviews, run by the handsome and talented Troy Brownfield. I cover my favorite new show, talk a little about my favorite old show, and describe my test for deciding if a new series is worth my time. Check it out!
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Put 10 miles on the new bike last night, because it's five miles to the library and if I didn't pick up Iron Man 2 by Thursday they were going to put it back on the shelf. Also I wanted to see if I could do it after such a long time without riding. And I can! Yay for theories confirmed!
A few notes on the ride: 1) Two abreast is the maxiumum for the Monon. Not the minimum. Not the minimum! Argh. 2) This goes double for women with baby carriages and cell phones glued to their ears. 3) I surprised myself by pedaling all the way up the incline on the bridge over [insert street here]; I thought I would have to walk the bike up, at least on the way back. Shows to go you what an upgrade can do. 4) I think I may have swallowed a lung. I know I swallowed a couple bugs. 5) This unseasonably warm weather is starting to freak me out a little. Plus the humidity means I'm constantly sticky, plus my seasonal skin allergies. Where's my cool Indiana spring?