Hello normal, well-adjusted people with social skills. It’s me, the genial humanlike creature who’s keeps falling down rabbit holes — lovely places where landing has neither impact nor consequences. To be clear, these aren’t actually a ‘fall’ in the traditional sense. That would imply an accident. My trips — no pun intended — are intentional. … Continue reading : greetings from the rabbit hole :
Tag: imagination
: the dreaded reset :
Well, here we are. Slogging through the first official day of standard time. We knew it was coming, right? We tried to prepare. But, c’mon, how do your prepare to lose daylight, a beloved, life-enhancing commodity? You can’t. Standard time has all the charm of unwelcome, domineering houseguests. No matter how rude you are. No … Continue reading : the dreaded reset :
: the trouble with vacations :
They end. Mine, in fact, should have ended weeks ago, but I didn’t have the heart to call it quits. The sun still shines; the shorts are still comfy; the world is still green and warm. Why go back inside, to a routine of schedules and effort and frustration? Well, because it will only get … Continue reading : the trouble with vacations :
: seriously, clean up your filthy language :
Swearing offends me, goddamn it, but not for the reasons you expect. Swearing offends me because it’s tiresome and banal ¹, not because my knickers get in a knot over bad language. There are tens of thousands of words in American English; vivid, compelling, eloquent words just sitting there waiting to be used. Dictionaries are bursting … Continue reading : seriously, clean up your filthy language :
: rage against the outline :
All right, I will: do you know what I see when I see an outline? Handcuffs. I see a to-do list. A killjoy. I do not see the helpful, practical tool everyone else does. Let me explain why. Like you, I was introduced to the wretched things in a 6th grade English class. I didn’t … Continue reading : rage against the outline :
Are libraries disappearing?
When you're a kid, nothing's as exciting as a trip to the library. Remember? Riding in the backseat of the car, mittened hands tapping corduroy-clad knees, anxiously watching the city roll past. After what seemed like a long time, but wasn’t, we’d finally get there. Bursting from the car I'd hurry inside, stick my coat … Continue reading Are libraries disappearing?
the whirly girl 