Archive for August, 2006



Dear Pluto:

So sorry. I really, really liked you. Not as much as Uranus, my ruling planet, but enough.
Enough to start a post about you, even, but not enough to finish it with style, apparently.
Don’t worry, though. You’re not the least significant in the cosmos. Huya is totally the Kimberly Stuart to your Shannen Doherty. Or the, […]

For the record:

I am, roughly, a year past ready for a change. My current situation has worn my patience very, very thin. Most days, I wake up and think of all the things that will piss me off, then remind myself not to die, because if I die with my life as it is right now, I […]

Ooh, my first password protected post.

It’s down there, somewhere. Email me at siddity at gmail of you want to see it. But, I’m telling you now, depending on how I feel, I might not share.
Who am I kidding? It was public for hours.
Pft.

Sur la table.

Went to view Feeding Desire on a whim today at the Cooper-Hewitt. Fascinating on so many levels. Even if you have no interest whatsoever in the dining ritual, the examples collected for the exhibit showed such an incredible range of artistry, innovation.
Did you know it was common well into the seventeenth century for even […]

Protected: Drunken Internets shopping gone horribly, fantastically awry.

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.




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