Monthly Archives: November 2005
In search of a comma
I’ve started a list of things that are on loan to other people, because I am getting tired of waking up one morning and thinking, for example, “Hey, what happened to my copy of Eats, Shoots and Leaves?” I know I loaned that to one of you, possibly Sean or Dianna, but I cannot remember … Continue reading
Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine
Showdown with the dragon last night: midterms handed back in Syntax. As the prof handed me my test, I saw it: D. It flashed across my eyes like lightning, the kind of lightning that comes out before the rain starts, hisses past your ear, strikes your little fluffy rat-dog a square blow to the snout, … Continue reading
You get to drink from the firehose!
I recently made a new friend; a not inconsiderable feat considering that I do not believe in friends, or, indeed, other people. Almost immediately I began to use this friend as a verbal punching bag, calling him girl names, insulting his literary taste and skills, making fun of his font choices and so forth, because … Continue reading
Hoon?
Idly googling an old boyfriend, I was surprised to actually find him. Even more surprising was that in a picture of four very different-looking people I had absolutely no idea which one he was (although I think he’s the one in the hat). Is it time to stop googling a guy if you can’t even … Continue reading