Author: Virginia

My poor Blue Devil is no more, at least at present. She died on me yesterday, on Highway 99 heading north right before the bridge (thank goodness) when the clutch cable snapped. This wasn’t a total shock, but it was kind of a bummer. Thankfully, it could’ve been worse in a lot of ways: -Coulda… Continue reading R.I.P., I think. For real this time.

The conversion is setting in. I mean, the framework was laid years ago, I don’t know how far back… maybe it started out that a bunch of the folks in the co-housing where I grew up were avid Trekkies, and got me watching Next Generation with them? That at some point we somehow got the… Continue reading Slowly but surely

Sigh. Dare I? Ah, what the heck. Here’s how I met G, ladies and gentlemen. That makes an even four now. Best-ofs, not boyfriends. Anyway. Let the mockery commence.

So at pub trivia last night (where we thought ourselves to be the dumbest clods in Seattle, only to discover that we had tied for sixth place among 22 teams), I heard of the most amazing activity ever for my obsessive-compulsive mind, second only to editing Wikipedia entries, or perhaps to obtaining free writing instruments.… Continue reading Virginia and the Bee

So this morning at the doctor’s office I had to get some blood drawn, and the lab technician (“LT” henceforth) was kind of busy so she and I were just bullshitting while she pottered around and filled out paperwork before stabbing me in the veins and all that. So we were chatting, and I was… Continue reading Free pens are totally my kryptonite

I don’t normally drink caffeine, or I keep it to a bare minimum because I often have trouble sleeping and that’s what they tell ya to do. But last night I got very little sleep and really needed to be awake and efficient today at work, so I downed me a double mocha this morning.… Continue reading Trembling Fingers

Weezer is done, apparently.  Just like before, only more final now.  I hope he’s bluffing.

This morning I ate cookies for breakfast and played Nintendo.  The title of this post says it all.  Next I’m going to be hiding Playboy under my mattress or something.  I hope my voice doesn’t start cracking all over the place – it already kind of does that anyway when I’m dehydrated.  Or tired.  Or… Continue reading I’m turning into a 13 year old boy

Oh. My. God. This weekend was great, but it had in store some, er, odd commentary from random strangers. Remember J’s encounter with a creepy stranger with very much unsolicited input as to her appearance? Well. Ahem. I too have entered this realm of weird commentary from strangers. So the recent object of my affection… Continue reading I’ve finally discovered my super-power