Category: my special stupidity
my special stupidity the internet is NOT fun
Death to theogeo
I killed my Twitter account. I wish I could say it felt good, that it felt like a burden had been lifted, but that’s not altogether true. I feel a bit like I threw my car keys into the ocean. But that’s silly, isn’t it? Mostly I don’t feel much of anything. Do not fret. I’ll be around!
my special stupidity travel
Traveling
I never understood how people missed flights. Connecting flights, sure, if your initial flight rolls in late and you’ve got to haul ass to get to the gate across the airport in some unreasonable sliver of time. But that first flight? I just always figured you had to be a real slack-ass to not be able to get to the airport two hours early like me, Little Miss Perfectpants. Until this morning, when my eyes…
my special stupidity
Homemaking for dummies
I spent some time in the kitchen today, performing an alchemic miracle that resulted in this modest dish (I’ll pause so you can ooh and ah and gasp at the sheer brilliance that is supper bake in a box), which contains chicken, which means that I have roughly eight to forty-eight hours before the gnarly teeth of salmonella poisoning consume me. I mean, I cooked it ’til it was nice and white but still, I’m…
my special stupidity
I’m new to this alphabet thing
On the phone just now, verifying my account with Bluehost.com, my new hosting overlords: Nice lady: Domain? Me, groggily: theogeo.com. That’s t-h-e-o-g-e-o-dot-com. Nice lady: Okay, b-o-g-o, that’s b as in “boy”— Me, groggily: No, ah, t-e-o … t as in … … uh … “tea”?! Nice lady: Oh, t as in “tiger”? Me, groggily: Yes! Nice lady: Okay, t-e-o-g-e-o— Me, groggily: Crap. There should be an h in there too. Nice lady: Okay. Where? Me,…
I refuse to get old my special stupidity
‘Lame’ is my middle name
I just turned down an invitation to a social gathering because, ahem, “I’m already in my PJs.” Sweet Jesus. I am eighty years old.
blogging my special stupidity randomosity
Hello.
Maybe I am dead. Because this is the first substantial stretch of time during the five years this blog has existed that there’s been nothing going on that I absolutely had to write about, even though there’s been plenty going on. It proves, at least for me, that blogging is strongly habitual and that if you truly devote yourself to the laziness within, it can overcome anything. All kidding aside, I’ve been a lazy piece…
friends it's true — I'm crazy my special stupidity
The morning-after pill
I saw the sun rise this morning and not on purpose. It just kind of happened when I neglected to go to bed last night and instead sat out on my balcony with Sarah and Rebecca, eating brie and blabbing about who knows what, and thinking a little too hard about the stuff I always think too hard about, which means I woke up kind of sad this morning and have spent most of the…
my special stupidity work
I’m new here … and by ‘here’ I mean ‘to Earth’
[Scene: Walking through the courtyard into work, passing someone leaving the building.] Cheery co-worker: Hi, how are you?Me, smiling: Good, how are you?Cheery co-worker: Beautiful day!Me, smiling: You too!
my special stupidity television
Noooooooooooooo!
I knew it was coming. But, man, I held out an irrational hope that it wouldn’t actually happen. And like all irrational hopes, this one was dashed. Dashed!So, my downstairs neighbors are relocating to another unit in the building because they recently had a baby and it’s damned hard to survive with a newborn in a one-bedroom apartment. From what I understand of the parenting world, you need a spare room to occasionally lock yourself…
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