On Writing. (On “I Stole That Title From Stephen King Because He Hasn’t Adopted Me, Yet.”)

I’ve been absent. I know, you’re sad. I’m sad, too. Alas, I was getting used to my new life. Alas, I have a new superfood sushi with spicy sauce recipe for you–and some bitching, so, gird yer loins. So, I’m kind of a big deal. Just kidding! I’ve just taken a position as a staff … Read more…

But Really, I Joust, I Joust.

*sponsored post I’m a queen. I wasn’t sure you knew that about me, but I am a queen. Granted, I am only queen of the very small isle of Inmyfuckingmind, but there I reign. I’ve beaten back beasts, slain dragons, birthed princes and princesses, kept homefires burning, strode across the expanse of my territory with … Read more…

Fighting Irish (Patriarchy?)

Let me just start by saying this: I hate my ovaries. I hate my uterus. I hate the curse of Eve. I hate the patriarchy. I hate that the vegan pop tarts have no frosting, and I hate that day drinking is considered so gauche–because my uterus says it’d benefit quite a bit from a … Read more…

There are vegans in Michigan, right?

Hey Scamps! Great day to be an American, right? everything sucks and I wish I was Canadian. You know what state borders Canada, has a boss climate this time of year, and is home to the characters in today’s book? If you guessed Michigan, you’d be right. So let’s get there quick before the Canadians … Read more…

Just Bang Bang Already.

This is how you should all feel today: (if you ignore everything else happening in America) But it’s even better. Because there is no creepy fluffy-shirted asshat who just wants your V-Card and a grab and some PYT boobies. What day is it, you ask? It’s Benzin Day! Omens and Artifacts, baby. (Also Sichuan Spring … Read more…