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Had myself wound pretty tight the last couple of days. Getting into the new house routine has been a little stressful, and getting used to my much smaller room has been a lesson in patience. There’s a trick to getting around the room without banging into bookshelves and overturning the fan that involves a lot […]

Wow. Pfizer, maker of the Viagra, has patented a pill for “premature climax.” No, no, not for men – For women. Has anybody ever had a “problem” with this? I mean, come once, you can just come again, you know? The “recovery” period for most women really isn’t that long. And what’s wrong with having

I take far too much delight in Pirate paraphenalia. (via pharyngula)

And yet, women office accountants don’t often make much more than I do. But looking at some of this spreadsheet bullshit that our now twice-fired accountant used to do, I’m wondering why the hell women accountants don’t get paid more. I wonder how much better it used to pay when more men did it? I

Kudos to Heather for pointing me toward this site that provides a bunch of info for women who are interested in/new to weight training. Good info on weight, sets, reps, nutrition, and tips for training before and after pregnancy (and for those interested: working out actually tends to *decrease* the discomfort of monthly bleeding and

Sitting around the house, eating sushi and drinking beer, reading the second-to-last book of Zelazny’s Amber series (one of the few old-school SF authors who actually writes women-as-people) at my new digs (pictures coming soon) in the designated reading room full of bookshelves… yea, life is good. Overdid it a little at the gym. I

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And they are good. It really is a binge eating issue. I’ve tried to just eat one of something, you know, moderation, when it comes to bread products, but I just can’t. I either have to do what I’m doing, which is “no bread products!” and then have a cheat day once every couple weeks

Lots of places in Africa even have cities: I felt as if I had been invited under false pretences. I should have been born in a poverty-stricken village, brutally circumcised with a blunt, unsanitised knife with other five-year-old girls, then, a few years later, kidnapped by child soldiers, becoming a sex slave of a rebel

Let me preface this by saying that I really like Michael Cunningham. I’ve read The Hours more than a dozen times, and am, in fact, constantly involved in re-reading it. It just sits next to my bed, and I read a few pages every now and again, and when I finish, I start over. When