Why Blogging is Better than Dating


And let’s face it, I do a whole lot more blogging than I do dating.

Originally posted on Normal in Training:


Last year I told you how blogging is my new boyfriend, second only in my heart to tennis. And after a year of bloggng, I’m proud to say that our relationship keeps getting stronger. I think that’s why I’m in no hurry to find someone. Because blogging is a much more suitable parter in many ways. For example:

1. Blogging is a much better listener. I talk a lot. I want to share every thought that I have about what book I’m reading, what new insight I have from my latest therapy session, what happened in my last tennis match. In my relationships I usually started conversations with, I have a bunch of stuff to tell you! Usually stuff that they didn’t find all that interesting. Go figure. But in my blog I can talk as much I want, whenever I want, and in whatever level of detail…

View original 316 more words

Why I Don’t Vote


The right to complain should never be questioned — nor should the right to ignore the complainers.

Originally posted on Skinny and Single:

Why I Don't VoteIf you don’t vote, you can’t complain.

So if you DO vote, you get to turn into an asshole? There are constant Facebook statuses of the Government wasting money, the state of welfare and immigration. Nothing but complaints, on and on they go. So get out there and vote! Vote in someone new! Go vote for Trudeau!! Do it! I dare you!


Truly, the idea of voting for ANY of these people is laughable. You think I’d actually vote for Justin Trudeau? I’d rather vote for Justin Bieber at this point. Ok, so I’ll bring Harper back for another few years, um, please no.

If you don’t vote, you can’t complain.

I will put my trust in the Canadian people and on Tuesday I will see what has been done. Luckily, no matter the outcome, you can’t blame me for that shit. Don’t worry, I won’t complain, I’ll just…

View original 21 more words

Columbus Day Sale! Indignation 50% Off!


Personally, I think we should move Thanksgiving to this date, aligning with the Canadians, and giving that black hole at the end of November to someone really undeserving. Like, for instance, me.

Originally posted on Nihilism is Pointless.:

I hate Columbus Day.

Not because it celebrates “a mass murderer”.

But because my internet gets filled with so much terrible, rotten history.

Not from the people on the Right who want to scream and shout about “Political Correctness” but from those people who claim to be the smarter, more rational, and more intelligent, the Left.

Firstly, this joke has shown up more times in my Twitter feed than a feel good hashtag should.

“I assume that a Columbus Day sale means that I can just walk into the store and take whatever I want”

The fact that this joke has been stolen by so many people today is truly what defines both the words meta as well as irony.

It’s also patently hilarious to me, that I actually have people who are members of Native American tribes on my Facebook, and strangely they seem to be quite quiet today…

View original 735 more words

Meanwhile across the hall

Ye olde Main Site will be placed in semi-stasis on Thursday, per this letter from the host:

Our technical operations team is constantly working to improve our services. As part of these improvements, we will be moving your MySQL databases to a new server while upgrading the MySQL version to 5.6. This migration will take place this Thursday, the 1st of October, starting at 10AM PDT. Migrating the databases from their current location will take all day to complete, however you will only experience 5 to 10 minutes of downtime when your databases are actually moved. During this maintenance, please try not to make any updates to your site (it will just prolong the migration). We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause!

I expect this place will be running, or at least ambulatory.

The current stable version is 5.6.26; 5.7.7 is out as a preview release, but the host has a rule about installing preview releases, and I don’t blame them.

Why I’m Terrified To Have Grandchildren


It does get easier by the second one, if only because you know you didn’t damage the first. (At least, you hope you didn’t.)

Originally posted on Skinny and Single:

Why I’m Terrified To Have GrandchildrenI could give you a long list of things that I have forgotten in my car. I have forgotten my purse, my phone, my charger and my vaping pen. I am irresponsible leaving these things in my car. Luckily for me, it wasn’t my grandchild, but it could have been. A quiet baby, I’m a new grandma, I’m checking out hot guys online, I can see me making a mistake. What if I made that mistake? I’ve left my purse on the top of my car and drove off!

I’m truly scared. What if I forget, what if I’m not thinking, what if I’m stoned? What if?

I want to be an awesome grandma, but I’m afraid, I would hate to have to call one of my kids and tell them something happened to their child. I am horribly saddened by the news stories lately regarding grandparents and accidents with their…

View original 78 more words

Magic Men

Featured Image -- 462


The little moppet down the street who thinks her bike, training wheels and all, is the greatest thing since sliced bread? She’s right. And if she’s wiser than I, when she reaches my age she will remember that.

Originally posted on Gunmetal Geisha:

wordpress visitors

Magic Lanterns

From across the deck, the culprit looked up to see the three of us making figure-eights at each other.

Continued from Magic Girls. If you haven’t read it, please start here.

There was a point, maybe around age seventeen, when I believed myself to have become a grownup. It was a tragedy. I just wasn’t going to catch that giddy sensation in my throat anymore by hiding under tables and boring into rug patterns. Everybody mourned the loss of wonder, and maybe some people dabbled with drugs because being high meant seeing light years in dashes, and an old wizard in a rock.

It was through the eyes of others that I saw wonder hadn’t deserted me. Any time I walked beside a guy, whether on a hiking path or city street, they took delight in, or showed annoyance at, the number of times I stopped to lean…

View original 1,214 more words

Swingman at a new position

Martell Webster’s ten-year NBA career has been interrupted several times by injuries; he missed almost half of last season with a herniated disk in his lower back. The Washington Wizards, his third team, are sticking by him, though, and once this roundball stuff wears out, well, he’s already got a respectable fallback position:

Says Webster:

You know, being an athlete doesn’t last forever. It’s a small period of your lifetime. Going through injury allowed me to view and get a different perspective on who I am as a human being. It’s molded me into the person I am today. I actually thank those injuries because they’ve helped mold me and change my way of thinking.

We of course wish him well, with the possible exception of two games against the Thunder.