Oh NaNo! (Gone Till December)

November 3, 2009

nanowrimoOh hi, where have I been? Since the whole sky-darkening-earlier thing and the upcoming holidays doesn’t feel mentally punishy enough, I’ve gone and begun this whole NaNoWriMo thing.  Again!  (Third time is a charm, yes?) Oh and did I mention I neglected to make this decision until this the third day in? So I’m already behind and a slave to the word count.  I’ve upped my caffeine intake so much my eyes are vibrating and I’m already eating in a less healthy way (if that is possible).  So I will not be here for awhile, unless I’m procrastinating or whatever.  Send e-mails of encouragement.  Or money orders and cigarettes.   It’s so dark outside.  I’m contemplating ordering this stabby hat. I’m so excited!  I’m so scared! I miss me already.


Nearly Everyone Hates the Word ‘Moist’

August 5, 2009

moistGood examines the near-overwhelming aversion to the word “moist” and its very palpable ick-inducing quality.  Is it the word’s mouthfeel? (Heh.)  Something to do with the “oi” diphthong? Some sort of association with secretions?  Feel free to speculate!  [via Buzzfeed]


Station Break

July 12, 2009

regular programming

Ack! Bloggus Interruptus! Please be patient! There was an incident involving a liquid and a laptop. The issue will be resolved…soonish? Remember me fondly until I return.


Meat King Dead

July 8, 2009

R.I.P., Oscar Mayer. You gave our bologna a first name, and a second.  You had a way with it, as it were.  (Now, good luck getting the following song out of your head!)


Michael Cunningham Writes a Slasher Movie

June 15, 2009

librivoxahauntedhouse500Author Michael Cunningham, writer of ambitious, sensitive and sprawling novels wherein often someone bakes a cake, has penned a slasher flick.

Cunningham’s script, entitled A Kill Room Of One’s Own, finds the wrathful spirit of Virginia Woolf — accidentally summoned back from beyond by a group of Women’s Studies majors dabbling with the dark arts in their dorm room — bludgeoning Cambridge students with the stones she keeps in her wet, mildewy overcoat, leaving behind the bloodied corpses and a puddles of river water. Or not. Variety reports:

[The] story concerns a shy but brainy high school girl who returns for senior year after having slimmed down six dress sizes. She finds herself flirting with the handsome English lit teacher, but the mutual crush turns deadly when the teacher’s obsession with the student compels him to exact maniacal revenge on everyone who was cruel to her.

And then he bakes a cake.