(Not for those who are phobic about creepy-crawly things. You’ve been warned.)

The last letter of the alphabet, cloned.

Thought about doing an audioblog today, as I was supposed to be giving blood this morning and didn’t have much time to bang out an entry here, but woke up having, apparently, swallowed some salt and razor blades.

Cousins of Corky St. Clair.

Oh, hey, was so distracted by my raging, barometric headache, the Olympic diving, and the massive pile of work at, er, work, that I didn’t write a thing this morning. So I’m quickly dashing this out from my desk while I eat a salad and wonder if having the Olympics on in a tiny window ...

Feeding dragons. 2

Have to be at work early-ish and I’ve slept in for the third or fourth time this week. Why? Because I’ve fallen into a comfort-eating, starch trap. I know that I react this way to starchy foods and cheesy things and beer, and yet I couldn’t stop myself. The tuna casserole was worth it. But ...

Proxima Centauri.

I finally managed to do a proper long run. By ‘proper’, I don’t mean running straight through, but I got to a distance I was happy with at a pace that wasn’t terrible. That’ll have to do. But a new thing happened yesterday; the horking. I didn’t actually throw up, but shortly after I got ...

Tim Burton.

Stayed up too late reading this compelling thing, which lead to a rotten morning. Stupid reading! What have you done for me lately?

Kate Gosselin.

Kate Gosselin.
Until I had short hair, I never fully  understood bedhead.

Carmull. 1

I’m not a gourmet, not even a little bit sometimes (BK for dinner last night, y’all, and peanut butter toast for breakfast). Not all my baking experiments work out either; I wish I could afford a fancy pâtisserie course, or even a breadmaking one, but it’s not in the budget at the moment. Or possibly ...

Queen Victoria.

(Slept in entry.) Not that I have any money to speak of right now, but I’m struggling to figure out when and where to travel this year. The main contenders are Iceland and Scotland, both places I’ve been before, but Newfoundland and a roadtrip in Northern Ontario are also high up on the list. If ...

Coming up with a clever title this morning.

Coming up with a clever title this morning.
I’m about to leave for work. I don’t have words right now. Here is why.   Going to an event that had better have free wine tonight OR ELSE. Oh, and R.I.P. Davy Jones.