Social Eye-solation

Lavender: "Okay, much as I like your hair longer, I feel sympathetic pain. Split ends suck. My hair is crunchy. If your hair is also crunchy, you are allowed to cut it." Partner: "No. I mean, I don't think it is? I can't tell. Maybe I just don't know what to look for? You could … Continue reading Social Eye-solation

Messages in a Bottle #16: How to Dilettante with Dysautonomia

CW: Mentions of consuming alcohol in a safe and responsible way. So, uh, how about what is going on in the U.S. right now? Which part? Well, uh, all of it. Plus whichever thing has most recently happened as of the time you read this post. The U.S. was a pretty systemically horrible place in … Continue reading Messages in a Bottle #16: How to Dilettante with Dysautonomia

Brevity is the Soul of Apathetically #7: Netflix and ADHD Pills

The rest of America has mostly re-opened, so I will claim I'm posting these because pretty soon people are going to be really sick of reading about quarantine even on the East Coast. Why waste what I put in the "massive" effort to write (er, well, "write down")?! But, let's be real here: a) we … Continue reading Brevity is the Soul of Apathetically #7: Netflix and ADHD Pills

Improv #20: Inconsistent Who?

*Knock Knock* “Who's there?” “Improv” “Improv who?” “Improv, who do you think you are claiming to be “inclusive” while you accuse a chronically ill woman of faking her invisible illness?” Inconsistency bothers me. For instance, I normally include a joke at the beginning of improv-related posts. I forgot to do so for my last post … Continue reading Improv #20: Inconsistent Who?

Brevity is the Soul of Apathetically #2: Lack of Mental Liquidity

*Lavender dumps Liquid IV powder into a glass of water and throws out the packet in the garbage* *Lavender gets a spoon, stirs the Liquid IV up and proceeds to almost throw the spoon in the trash as well* Lavender: "No, wait, this is a spoon. Spoons go in sinks. Why did I want to … Continue reading Brevity is the Soul of Apathetically #2: Lack of Mental Liquidity

Meteorological Misanthropy #3: Atmospheric Accountability

I apparently have a new pet peeve in fantasy novels. I'm currently reading a fantasy novel that shall remain nameless so that - as with a t.v. show that shall also remain nameless - I don't have to learn how to space posts to avoid spoiler alerts. The novel itself falls somewhere above "completely generic … Continue reading Meteorological Misanthropy #3: Atmospheric Accountability

Meteorological Misanthropy #2/Subway Sociology #8: Winds of Change

History Channel Announcer: "Tonight, four of the world's strongest men will compete for the world's greatest prize: bragging rights!" Partner: "That's not much of a prize!" Lavender: "You've obviously never had your entire sense of self-worth founded on other people's perceptions of you, I take it?" Partner: "No, why would I set that as a … Continue reading Meteorological Misanthropy #2/Subway Sociology #8: Winds of Change

Messages in a Bottle #16: Meteorologic Misanthropy Miniseries Intro

My next three blog posts were all originally written in August/early September, at the height of Gentrification Moving "Hey, Climate Change Affects the Northeast, Too!" Season. During the past six weeks of meteorological tristate/microstate (plus parts of Canada) mayhem, I've tackled a new job, a new lease, planning a move, temporarily doubling my old commute … Continue reading Messages in a Bottle #16: Meteorologic Misanthropy Miniseries Intro

Where’s Whoopsie #22: Lavender is Self-Protectively

I'm still here, but longer commutes lead to longer flares. And, longer flares lead to more swollen hands that need to be saved for work. Fortunately (?), my commute will be a lot more manageable after next month because our current place finally raised the rent for lease renewal enough to overcome our inertia about … Continue reading Where’s Whoopsie #22: Lavender is Self-Protectively

Messages in a Bottle #15: Sharkna-Don’t-Mess-with-Me

After a few blessed days of rain, it has resumed being entirely too hot to live, and my creative juices are currently leaking out my ears and puddling on the floor. But, at least my brain is only melting, rather than being constructed entirely out of (presumably also melting) cheez whiz. I am fully lucid … Continue reading Messages in a Bottle #15: Sharkna-Don’t-Mess-with-Me