Brevity is the Soul of Apathetically #6: Blame Canada!

Specifically, blame one particular Canadian, Ashley from Mental Health @ Home, for this. She wrote a lovely post about how we might expect the pandemic to change our lives. And, I tried to comment thoughtfully on the spirit of the topic. I really did, I swear! Except that our President melted down even more than …

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Brevity is the Soul of Apathetically #5/Meteorological Misanthropy #7: The Ailment is Blowin’ in the Wind?

What do you think is a better Zoom story? A fire during a work meeting, or losing a window during one? One of my coworkers had that happen today during high winds in the area, and it was, well, the biggest change of pace I'd had in many, many Zoom meetings since that time my …

Improv #21: Seven Week Twitch

*Knock Knock* "Who's there?" "Making a living at comedy" "Making a living at comedy who?" "Who, me? No, not me at all. I'm nowhere near talented enough to ask people to pay to watch me. But, there *are* people that talented, and, lucky for us, they have taken those talents to Twitch. Also, in completely …

Brevity is the Soul of Apathetically #4: American Covidiot

CW: covid-19 and politics in song form The first line of this got stuck in my head earlier this week. I ended up writing out a whole political rant in the hopes my infection with the dreaded "earworm" would cease. Spoiler alert: it didn't. But, maybe someone else will get a kick out of this. …

Brevity is the Soul of Apathetically #3: This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

There is a certain ennui to blogging when the whole world is facing the same crisis. What, exactly, does one contribute to the vagaries of being cooped up in exactly the same way as everyone else over and above what others have already written? In times like these, I'm acutely glad that I never tried …

Brevity is the Soul of Apathetically (aka “Let it Go…”)

I once wrote a post explaining a meditation technique that my Partner taught me that clocked in at almost 2,500 words. When my Partner learned this - and that I had roughly half of a follow-up post already written just from things I never ended up including in the original post - he suggested that …

Where’s Whoopsie #24: Silver Linings

Silver bells, silver bells'Fore Christmas trip out of city Ring-a-ling (appointment thing) Give a ring (click online - ding!) Book passport walk-in today City centers, government centers With TSA type turnstiles In my mind, there's a feeling I messed up Just keep laughing Renew passport Yes, I'm cutting it dear Silver bells, (Extra bills) Silver bells, (extra …

Where’s Whoopsie #23: Kindred Spirits

Regular blog post to follow in a few days (presumably...). For now, though, I wanted to re-post an awesome poem Souls by newer blogger Robin of Through the Tornado of Chaos. I don't have anything to add verbally to the sentiment, so have a Where's Whoopsie that fits the theme!

Meteorological Misanthropy #4: All I want for Christmas…

is to look at your two front teeth... ...or your nose...or your ear...or behind you. Basically anywhere but at your eyes. Because, yes, I am one of those neurodiverse girls for whom direct eye contact for extended periods of time is actually physically uncomfortable. I'm also one of those neurodiverse girls who has never fit …

Meteorological Misanthropy #3: Stop, hey, What’s that Storm?

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 …