ME: *walking in to work, good mood, whistling*
CW: who was out yesterday *flees past me, eyes bugged out* “Halp! Halp! Deadline changed! Extra testing on a different platform! Dogs and cats, living together! Mass hysteria!”
ME: *sighs* And I was in such a good mood, too.
There's a learning curve.
an indulgent blog about indulgence
"You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me." ~C.S. Lewis
I have issues. So do you.
Tales of the everyday, with recipes
Restoring a 1915 farmhouse plus one or two other passions.
Me, uncensored.
Incurable Illness + Life = still a pretty good time
Adventures in the world of history
delivered directly to my computer monitor on an all too regular basis...
Leverhulme Funded Project at University of Exeter: Adopting a New Methodological Approach to Early Modern Women's Work
Every day brings a little of both
That's "Dr. Slut" to You
Updating Early Modern Recipes (1600-1800) in a Modern Kitchen
and other excellent advice, probably.
fashion // lifestyle // glamour // blog // #wegotthelook
Follow me as I live la vida loca (but sober)
You Are Stronger Than You Think
A literary blog of poet, playwright and essayist Rachael Stanford
The Personal is Historical
Writings and musings of a badger.
Best Friends for Sixty Years and Counting...
S.L.A.V. Conductor
Don't need to be cool to be kind.
A lifelong gamer writes with a cynical view
TURN THE VOLUME UP
- Is this a wicker basket we're in?
A lifelong Dallas, Texas teacher moves to a tiny village in Northwest Alaska. At the beginning of January. Hilarity ensues.
Once upon a Time, in rural North Texas, there lived an Idiot.
"If you hoard imagination, it dies a lonely death."
exploring a particular method of generating words and images
Bits of life outside of the gym
Author, Blogger, Social Media Jedi
Dallas's Pretty Much Only Carnivorous Plant Gallery
Author. Blogger. Chipmunk enthusiast.
a delicious little blog about food and life
There's a learning curve.
A hopeful hermit on her journey to enlightenment.
Dark Worlds. Fierce Hope. Queer Joy.
The Process 
ever j00 fear! El Zorro is here! *gestures with a hanky*
“But dere ees sometheeng wrong weeth your bowels.”
“My *what*?”
“Your bowels! Your aahs, your ooohs, your oooos…”
“joo may not realize deees…but j00 ha’ a verry pronounc-ed ac’ent”
Sweeng jour hips. Bye-yah.
What if I was to talk very slooow, and more like thees…now will the peoples believe me?
Hold on, I think I’ve got you….
Talk like a sissy boy!
….LIIISSSSSSSP!!
Good! Now flap jour wrists!
Los Angeles, California. The birthplace of… me.
You naughty, naughty, eeevil Alcalde! I am going to do many terrible things TO YOU!
What am I saying?
Thank god for small favors!! Don’t touch me.
**pounds fruit into applesauce**
ESTEVAN: Its my terrible temper! Florinda says it will be the death of her.
DON DIEGO: She may be right.
*runs across room for mask*
It’s a perfect day for a reign of terror!
Viva el Alcalde, adios!
Even the little pets!
….what ‘chips’ in the field?
Jou have never heard of the cheeps in the field? The little…baa-baa-baa’s?
We can discuss it in here where it’s nice and quiet…r out there, where it’s nice and…noisy.
Paco! Get a drink for the lady!
Don Diego,…bloodsucking landowners.