Writer, editor, loyal Gear, Quendor historian and Tuesday chanteuse. Not a big fan of the Oxford comma.
This is where I ferret away shiny baubles I find on the internet. Expect a high concentration of the following: media criticism, internet memes, gender identity, video games, menstrual activism, communication technology, needlepoint, flexitarian cuisine, graphic arts, human rights, writing/publishing, Metalocalypse fandom and about a million billion pictures of my cats.
The views expressed here are my own (except where otherwise indicated) and do not reflect the views of my employer, family, friends or kitties.
This is where I ferret away shiny baubles I find on the internet. Expect a high concentration of the following: media criticism, internet memes, gender identity, video games, menstrual activism, communication technology, needlepoint, flexitarian cuisine, graphic arts, human rights, writing/publishing, Metalocalypse fandom and about a million billion pictures of my cats.
The views expressed here are my own (except where otherwise indicated) and do not reflect the views of my employer, family, friends or kitties.
Oscar really outdid himself this time. That was a square Klutz juggling beanbag that I’d had since middle school.
I bet you’re asking yourself, “I wonder if all those ground-up walnut fragments are scattered throughout the entire apartment?”
They are.
29th September 2012
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