I created my own recipe for peanut butter cup fat bombs since I'm not patient enough to look through 5,000,000 blogs and find a good recipe that someone else wrote.
I’ll pull out my eyebrows for 2019
When I try to answer the question of whether or not 2019 was a good year, I keep returning to my flagship anxiety problem.
Asking better questions about parenting and child leashes
There haven't been a lot of studies done on child leashes. In lieu of science, the internet served up a chunky stew of thinking errors, logical fallacies, and ad hominem attacks. It's time to ask better questions.
8 Ways to Destroy Someone with OCD this Holiday Season
By taking the words of Sun Tzu to heart and learning these actionable techniques, you can utterly destroy a holiday guest with OCD this year!
Dead electronics and the serious writer
Making trade-offs: how being landed in a situation in which my two vital electronic tools go on the fritz at the same time is a strategy.
Kris Bowser has spent her life adventuring in the rocky hills and forests of Southern New England. Goblins taught her how to sneak into the other worlds that exist tucked into corners and around bends. Though Kris is in a rebel band of superheroes and outcasts, she is often caught in the dystopian clutches of Mundane Problems, and must send her characters to do her adventuring for her.
She lives with her partner in an old mill town, haunted by the spirits and shadows of machines and industry. She is a speculative fiction author and freelancer.
I just synced my RSS feed to Goodreads, and learned that Goodreads doesn’t support WordPress’s aside format, which I’ve been using for the better part of a year in order to microblog primarily on my own site rather than on other social media (which I should also be doing, but…).
When I started the microblog, I read that in the past, users of the aside format would put an infinity symbol at the bottom of the post containing the permalink. I might have to start doing something like that as my first line. If Goodreads is turning the first line into a default title, it’s possible that other RSS readers are doing something similar.
Until I started listening to Blur again, I’d forgotten the feeling of the impending end of an entire century.
I’ve been struck by how many Blur songs use the word century, or reference its ending. In “For Tomorrow,” “he’s a 20th century boy.” In “Country House,” the city-dweller is “caught up in the century’s anxieties.” And of course, in “End of a Century,” “we kiss with dry lips when we say good night… end of a century, it’s nothing special.”
Time ends, flips inside out. We fall off a cliff and into a different world than the one we’ve known, even though it’s exactly the same, changing by events rather than by numbers. I lived almost the first half of my life in a different millenium.
My mom got me a new Fitbit for Christmas, and there is now a thing called a Sleep Score. I got a grade of 72 for a little under 6 hours of sleep last night.
I would like to be graded on a more punishing scale than this. Less bell curve, more bladed pendulum swinging from the ceiling.
Also, I read an article awhile ago that claimed 6 hours of sleep is just as bad as none. I forget what the logic was and what research it drew upon–it might have been mostly about cognitive function. But 6 hours of sleep is most certainly not as bad as none because the extent to which I feel like shit still matters.
There haven’t been a lot of studies done on child leashes. In lieu of science, the internet served up a chunky stew of thinking errors, logical fallacies, and ad hominem attacks. It’s time to ask better questions. Continue reading