Last-resort randomness. Next stop, naked pictures.

Brad has been ill for a week, and I am exhausted as only a person who has spent seven days in the company of a coughing, groaning man can be. (Not to mention my nagging fear of the unlikely-yet-plausible possibility that he has swine flu.) (No, of course he doesn’t.) (But ugh, if he did? What then?!)

So, life is getting in the way, as it does. But I regret that I’ve been neglecting my little corner of the internet, and I want to post, really, and… well.

Here are three things.


Thing 1: Another slideshow written by me has gone up on SparkNotes, this one tackling the oh-so-important topic of Summer Loooooove. Check it. LOVE IT.


Thing 2: A picture of my mother’s parakeet, Scotty.




I have yet to discern Scotty’s usefulness to the household; as far as I can tell, his skills are limited to a) making an ungodly amount of noise for no good reason, and b) biting anything you stick between the bars of his cage.

On the upside, you can burp and blow it in his face, and he can’t do a damn thing about it.

You: But you wouldn’t do that to Scotty, right?
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.


Thing 3: I dreamed last night that I was visiting my family upstate, and, as a result of some sort of apocalyptic event a la Stephen King’s Cell, all electronic devices (cell phones, televisions, computers) had completely ceased to function. No telephone, no internet – all hell was breaking loose. However, the apocalyptic event had also had the unforeseen effect of turning house-cats into radio receivers… so we all just gathered around our resident tabby, Pi, and listened to the news on her.

This sounds weird now, but when I woke up this morning, my first thought was: “Ooh, that would be an AWESOME screenplay.”