A Caramel Macchiato and Detective Chimenti

I set up a pretty significant interview last week. I set up interviews, and conduct interviews, every single day. They are not difficult. Rarely do they make me nervous or hesitant. I've discovered that the silver bullet for social anxiety is to manipulate your life such that every interaction takes place solely with the focus … Continue reading A Caramel Macchiato and Detective Chimenti

Tarot Tuesday and Devil’s Advocate

Not gonna lie, you guys. I was hoping for this guy to pop up sometime soon. The Devil. "Am Fear-millidh" in Scottish gaelic, assuming I'm not beling lied to (and I have to be honest I'm not trying exceedingly hard to make sure I'm not...my strategy is basically find an online translator that is NOT … Continue reading Tarot Tuesday and Devil’s Advocate

Hell to da Naw Naw and Wonderful Women

First of all, you guys, I discovered my new ringtone on YouTube last night. It's the chorus of this amazing song that I never knew existed but which has changed my life for the better and is now my personal theme song as well: This weekend was the 17th annual Women are Wonderful in Warren. … Continue reading Hell to da Naw Naw and Wonderful Women

Functional Poverty and Your Hard Earned Tax Money

This started out as a response to a Facebook comment from someone with absolutely no insight into how bright their privilege burns in their thoughtless response to a simple "be kind" meme Clearly, it grew swiftly and viciously out of control, becoming entirely inappropriate even for the most dedicated and zealous of keyboard warriors to … Continue reading Functional Poverty and Your Hard Earned Tax Money

Tarot Tuesday and Getting the Led Out

Awww yisss. Tarot Tuesday is upon us, my babies. This week's card you may recognize from that collection of sick vinyl your uncle left you when he abandoned everything that sucks on this earth and hightailed it across the Pacific Ocean to take up residence in Kona. Just me? Alright then. That's cool too. And … Continue reading Tarot Tuesday and Getting the Led Out

Two Hour Delays and Crying at Work

***Update*** As I am wont to do, I started into a point and then lost it in a tangent. The point I started to make, that unravelled quickly, is that writing, for me, is my detox. I identify with Alexander because he's such a morose little fucker. But I also recognize that Alexander dug his … Continue reading Two Hour Delays and Crying at Work