Ed. Note: I still eat chocolate every day, and I am not ashamed to say it. I also eat nine to eleven servings of fruits and veggies a day, so I figure it all balances out in the end. It’s funny how I wrote this while sick, and now, I am posting it while sick.… Continue Reading
Here, Chickie, Chickie, Chickie
Ed. Note: This was written awhile ago, but I still stand by every word. Chick lit. Chick flick. Anything with the word ‘chick’ in it makes me cringe because it is usually said disparaging, and usually by men. It seems to be the most disdainful thing in the word to real men who would rather… Continue Reading
And the Oscar Goes To…
I am still very sick. However, I feel like writing something new. Therefore, I am going to do a post about the Oscars. Why the Oscars? Well, first of all, they were on last night. Secondly, it’s a light topic that I don’t have to think about too hard. Thirdly, I want to write about… Continue Reading
No New Post For You
Still sick. I have the lovely taste of phlegm wedged in the back of my (very sore) throat. Still coasting by on old essays. This time, it’s about the dearly-departed comic strip, The Boondocks. I loved that strip. The essay below contains all the reasons why. See, I can actually praise something rather than just… Continue Reading
In Praise of Huey Freeman
Ed Note: The Boondocks is no longer with us in the cartoon form, and I haven’t seen the series, so I can’t comment about that. 6:31 p.m. 1/7/05 What’s this I feel coming on? Is it a rant? No, it’s a rave! How novel. How unexpected! I actually have something good to say about something… Continue Reading
Running on Empty
I tried to get through tai chi class today. I had to leave early because of my deepening bronchitis and incipient migraine. For some reason, meditation makes me light-headed if I’m sick, and I barely made it through the first section of the form. I need ginger tea. Fortunately, I have some that my mom sent… Continue Reading
Stalking Alan
4:37 a.m. 1/10/11/05 With my obsession for all things Brit in general and for all things Alan Rickman specifically, I was worried that I might become a stalker. Oh, I’ve never stalked anyone before, but I’ve never had this strong a celeb crush before. It’s silly and it’s stupid, I know, but I feared that… Continue Reading
Michael Collins–After You See It
3:13 a.m. 6/25/26/05 Step into my brain as I watch Michael Collins. Hm. There are no opening credits. That’s kind of cool. Boy, they really jump right into the action, don’t they? There’s Liam Neeson looking so formidable in his uniform. There’s Aidan Quinn! Wait a minute, there’s Aidan Quinn dying. Wow. They killed him… Continue Reading
I Want You to Want Me
Relationships. They have been on my mind lately. I have had several discussions with friends around the world about them, so on them I ruminate. When I was a little girl, I assumed I would grow up, get married and have kids–after getting my Ph.D. of course. White picket fence, apple pie, and all that… Continue Reading
My Own Damn Bucket List
One of the many notes floating around Facebook is The Bucket List, which, I presume, is based on the movie. I haven’t seen the movie, but I gather it’s about the things you have to do before you die. I filled out the list, but I was underwhelmed. It didn’t even have an actual bucket… Continue Reading