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My site was hacked. Again. Now listen to me whine. I suppose I should probably count myself lucky that it’s only been twice in 8 years. Those are pretty good odds. Right? It’s partially my fault, as I was trying to put off updating WordPress until 2.7 came out. They were supposed to release it [...]
This thing here expires in February. The 23rd or something. I’ve been trying to decide if I want to keep it or not. I keep leaning towards quitting, but seriously, when I think of this place not being here anymore, it kills me. This has been here for more than 5 years. I moved it [...]
You know what I really want to see? I’d like to live to see one celebrity tell the truth. Just one. That’ll please me immensely and then I can die a — well, if not happy, at least a little less bitter woman. To be clear, I don’t agree with dogfighting. I love my pooches [...]
Okay, I’m just saying, alright? This might possibly be the reason women are so incredibly fucked up about their bodies. I can’t lie to you. I feel a little sick right now. Not like disgusted due to moral outrage kind of sick, but like sick. Legitimately and physically ill. Listen, let me just tell you [...]
Listen, I’m cynical. I know this about myself and as such, I don’t really care much. I mean, I try to be a good girl who cares a lot and believes the best in people, but hell’s bells. The woods are dark and deep. So what if I get a little dark and deep myself [...]
Pretty soon the web isn’t going to be anything but a series of pages linking to other pages. No actual content. Thoughts. Ideas. Nothing. Repetitious accounts and critiques of the same best free software. Just lists of stuff supposedly happening on other sites, pictures lifted from other sources and re-posted again and again and again [...]
When I was young I romanticized everything. Everything was a grand adventure and something wonderful to be discovered, even the tedium I didn’t want. I don’t do that so much anymore. These days the only time I get like that is when I’m premenstrual and the hormones are raging an all out war for control [...]
I’m a troubled sleeper — always have been. Sleep eludes me like Trix cereal continues to elude that poor, silly rabbit. I’m forever chasing it and it’s forever just out of my grasp. A thing about getting old is: it doesn’t get any better. I find myself waking earlier and earlier every morning. Doesn’t matter [...]
I already said this once. But now someone else is saying it too. Only, they’re more direct and to the point, of course. I never seem to use one word when a thousand will do.
We discussed, you’ll recall, my devastating breakup with my therapist earlier this year. Well — I discussed it and you sat patiently — such good sports that you are. No, I’m still not over him. Time has not healed any wounds whatsoever. I know what “they’ all say and “they” are all liars. Nonetheless, today, [...]
A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire
















