trees swathed in blood
dripping onto the hardened earth Continue reading
Author Archives: Erando
On being famous
So I've been thinking about being famous. There are lots of ways to be famous, and I don't want most any of them. Continue reading
Soupy rice
I really ought to be doing my German homework or my French homework or my invading other countries skills homework or my grading papers homework or something sort of homework related. I'm not though. Continue reading
Quiet time
Other than the cat periodically meowing at me for attention and the sound of keys being hit, it is dead silent in here. The fish and snail don't make noise (at least, no noise that I can hear), and no movies or music are playing either in this apartment or those around me. Continue reading
Filler
I'm pretty much just posting so that mammoth post from yesterday gets shrunk up. It's not that I'm feeling any better or anything; I just like conserving space, I guess. Continue reading
Today Sucks!!
I'm so annoyed. Today has just gotten suckier and suckier. Continue reading
!@#$%^&* Dreaming
I hate dreaming. Many people I know either don't remember their dreams at all ever (e.g., my friend Nick) or they don't remember them very often (e.g., the husband). Continue reading
The Project
Well, it looks like I'm going to be spending part of the evening with my "other" husband before coming home to spend the rest of the evening with the "actual" husband. Macheak called this afternoon to see if we could work on the project for the conference we're going to in November, so rather than playind DnD all night, I'll only get to play half the night after getting back here from there. Continue reading
More eye-rolling
I need to get a sign to wear around the LLL department: "No, I am not married to Macheak!" I got asked again today by another LLL grad student if Macheak and I are married! Continue reading
La de da encore
Uh, I just noticed that Ian moved the dreamcatchers in the bedroom, and Ian just noticed that Kitty chewed through a speaker cable that she found in the closet. One of the Ph.D. students in the Linguistics Department thought that I was married to Macheak because he's never seen my husband and only ever sees me with my French prof. Continue reading
