Eternally seeking a nice chat, she sallies forth in a chariot drawn by golden llamas.
What’s your favorite word?
I don’t much care about rare and fancy words, unless they offer a precision I can’t find elsewhere. I’m not charmed by adorable collective nouns, either. I like descriptive words that seem like onomatopoeia, like slither and glimmer, that invoke an instant image or emotional response, words whose sounds and shapes on the page seem united with their meaning.
Read More…and it’s worse than a hovercraft full of eels. If I had all those eels, I would turn them over to a sushi chef and request nigiri with barbecue sauce. I love barbecue eel nigiri. But what I have is a resume occupied by ninjas, wizards, and vampires, and turning that into a grown-up job is quite a feat.
Read MoreI can’t garden just a little bit. I have the geek capacity for obsession, so I’m careful about picking up new things; I’m way too likely to wind up buying ten pairs of silver shoes in a week* or memorizing the lineage of Targaryan kings.**
Read MoreNatural stuff sounds so nice. It’s so damn romantic, you know? Rub some Vaseline Intensive Care on your legs, and you’re just a chick with moisturized skin. Slather those same legs with coconut oil, and you’re the Goddess of the Islands. I get that, I do. It makes you feel all magical and luxurious, like you’ve inherited your beauty secrets straight from Cleopatra.
Read MoreDuring Atlanta’s most recent snow day, Cavall and I had several conversations. I originally posted them to Facebook and G+, but since my friends liked them I’m including them here.
DOG: I LOVE SNOW.
Me: That is sleet. Your paws will get cold.
DOG: I AM THE MIGHTY WOLF COLDPAW. HA HA COLD IS AWESOME.
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