Archive for the ‘thinking’ Category

I love it when little people come into the world. Hello Emma Diana Weaver, just a small handful of hours old. Tuesday night and we’ve put a temporary stop to my house porn and Forensic Files marathons. MySKY has got a lot to answer for. We’re listening to Cody ChesnuTT instead. Sarah Beanie was starting […]


Today I dressed my avatar. I could even change her size, although I could only fatten her up to a point (clicking and watching as her unclothed thighs grew elastic and comely right in front of me… but only comely to a point, as I said). She doesn’t really look like me. She’s wearing more red […]


the den

01Nov10

Tonight we’re hanging out in the den listening to records, doing stuff on our laptops. The rug went down this evening and now it feels even more den-like. (The rug really ties the room together, as The Dude would say.) The den is far far away from anywhere. I even forget it’s part of the house. […]


no evil star

03Aug10

Or maybe I should call this My Secret Internet Life, but I’ll get to that later. If I can get rid of my dead leg and hold the most utmostest concentration, that is. Ow. I typed that about 10 minutes ago and then lost complete concentration. As I am wont to do. But in my […]


I just found out the meaning of holding pattern, for real. I thought it meant something completely different. Sort of like a holding pen. Somewhere where you keep agitated hens, or slaughter-ready pigs. I think that’s what I thought it was, beyond just being an expression, I mean. Today I had a ghostwriting dilemma. For […]


This is what Miss Australia 2010 wishes for. Peace and better skincare. Good on her, I guess. But it just seems ludicrous. From the highly unlikely to the sweetly cosmetic, from tubed beauty to truced-up utopia, all in one hopeful breath. But maybe the question set her up to fail. And I am all for […]


the capturation

18Jun10

There is something so cathartic about listening to old school PJ Harvey very very loud. And something so rebellious about staying up way past a sensible school night bedtime (usually my weekday be-in-bed-reading curfew is midnight, but it just comes around so darned quick). Although Thursday night is unofficially the weekend. So I’m really only just getting […]