Okay Universe

I was planning to let this year expire before making the declaration that my idea of daily posts was a tragically failed experiment. At this point, though, I think it’s best to go ahead and call it. Kind of like forfeiting in the seventh when you’re down by ten runs. Which, apparently, can’t actually happen….

These snowstorms, for serious. Last Sunday night, we had a reservation for a night in New York. I was gonna sip local cider, cover myself in the crumbles of the world’s greatest (and a very large) gingersnap cookie, see the lights and windows, and, generally, just soak up New York Christmas. On Monday night, we…

Q: When is Sunday night like Saturday night? A: When Riley says she’ll try to get something done Saturday night. Get it? It’s a procrastination joke. So, first off, I made French toast for dinner. Two pieces of challah, loads of syrup. Nothing redeeming about it. Other than the fact that it was delicious. And…

We were totally lovin’ on the post-Thanksgiving sales… online, of course, though we did make a mad dash out on Black Friday to pick up one gift we’d already bought for someone at a considerably lower price. The parking lot wasn’t even half full and we got in and out of the checkout line in…

(a completely biased essay on femslashy goodness by Sensei Riley LaShea) Once upon a time, the cheese stood alone. And the cheese was Xena. In the time before Xena, there existed in the universe relatively dull substances that occasionally joined together in a union somewhat resembling femslash, but the emergence of girl/girl pairings like fire…