I’ve always preferred the ease of sheet cakes to the hassle of un-panning, stacking, and fussily frosting layer cakes, but I’ve figured out that if I make the layers, top-frost one in its pan, and wrap-and-freeze the other, not only do we not have to race to eat a ton of cake before it gets […]
To compensate for my terrible mood herein, here’s a bop about being possessed by the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe. I wish I still had a car so I could get in it and badly sing this song at the top of my lungs repeatedly for the 20 minutes it takes me to get to
Today’s surprise knowledge bomb was about shagbark hickory. Nature is inspiring. *toddles off to write horrifying things* And hey, it’s super cool that one can be as ancient as I am, be referred to by others as “a walking encyclopedia” (thanks, unlimited storage capacity for useless information!), and still, on a fairly regular basis, have
I had to make a dessert with slim pickings in the ingredient department, and this is how we get things like cranberry-orange coffee cake with a layer of thinly sliced canned cranberry jelly instead of studded with whole berries. It felt very much like having to incorporate the groan-inducing “surprise” ingredient on a baking competition
I’m replaying Planescape: Torment in 10-minute increments between meetings and also rereading The Dark Tower[efn_note]My kid recently finished reading the series for the first time and wants to have deep discussions my memory is too hazy to participate in. She was expounding on something, stopped, and said, “This is sucking up a lot of my
Between whatever’s causing my 1 a.m. anxiety attacks and those cutting short my already limited sleep, I’ve attained heretofore unimaginable levels of irritability. It’s an excellent time to not have social media to breathe fire all over.
Wanting people to be direct and being direct myself has been “rude” all my life, and the current trend is to blame my “rudeness” on “autism.” (Not one of my diagnoses, officially or self, but it’s a handy ableist blanket for some people to throw over “every behavior that’s inconvenient for me.”) While editing a
In honor of the occasion (it’s love-related, I promise), I posted a short story on Ko-Fi. Click the title or image to read “A Threat Is Only a Heart Turned Backwards.” It’s not paywalled at the moment, but being paid for my labor is a pretty reliable way to encourage me to do more of
Eventually, in order to level up, you have to start getting a lot better at things you suck at rather than 0.1% better in areas of existing competence. To that end, last year, I started working on short fiction. I have a natural inclination to complicate and expand, so I’ve always struggled with the tight
Witness me! I purchased only the yarn I need to finish a sweater and did not fill up my cart to get “free” shipping like a well-trained little consumer. Even with $6 S&H and 10% sales tax, the total squeaked in just under $20. Maybe all these squares will actually be a sweater by next