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Ah, the pissing gallery: Straw feminists (I am not a real feminist and I cater to men’s opinions of me) Ide’s Place (I’m just a reactionary idiot) It always makes me sad when I upset long-term posters I respect, like Ide Cyan, and likely many more who haven’t been vocal about how upset they are […]

Still sick, but working stuff out. I think the combination of house stress, writing stress, sickness stress, a bad reaction to some DayQuil that made me feel like I was in an aquarium, and the fact that really, truly, while being this sick I really, truly, shouldn’t be at work just got to me. I

I’m sicker than a dog (persistent, full-body, hacking cough, runny nose, headache, trouble sleeping), it looks like I’ve started running a fever, just got back an email reject from the Agent about the book (to be fair, it was very nice, and another request for a revision rather than a total reject), I am having

If you choose to write a writing contract piece on the origin of hamburgers, you must be prepared to spend the rest of the day craving hamburgers.

Sicker than a dog. Doing lots of novel writing. Pausing to do some writing contract work that’s due Friday. My computer is still dead. I am craving some chicken noodle soup. Ug ug

Sleeping. Lots and lots of sleeping. Well, and some writing. But that’s a given.

Cheryl Lindsey Seelhoff over at Alas, A Blog has proposed creating women’s-only threads there. Well, Radical Feminist Women’s Threads, anyway. Because that’s what feminism is all about: creating a women’s-only treehouse so we can sit up there and throw eggs at the men’s-only treehouse. Yea. That’ll be real productive. Leaving the whole “What’s a radical

So, what’s up with douching? I always thought it was a kind of vagina-hate type of thing. Like, “My parts are sooo gross no one will like them unless they smell baby-fresh.” (which might say something right there. Yuck). I grew up hearing it was basically something that ruined the natural cleansing mechanism of your

I’ve been working out for awhile now, and dropped some of my stressed-in-South-Africa weight, which is nice. But beyond getting back to a comfortable size, a lot of people work out to get specific body results. My secret I-want-it-to-look-better spot isn’t my abs or my breasts (the myth still persists that if you do enough

I just got a 4.5% raise. There’s no other place I could work that would pay me this much to do what I do. I’m stunned. heh