I am an inveterate mystery reader. I consume them as if they were chocolate, which, in case you don’t know, is on a daily basis. I’ve fallen off them a bit lately, but I can still read a four-hundred page mystery in a couple hours. Side note: When I’m flying, I like to read a… Continue Reading
Ed. Note: I am talking about the game, Hollow Knight, in this post. There will be spoilers, but no boss names. Be forewarned. As I wander through Dirtmouth, tattered cape flapping in the wind, and my nail strapped to my back, I marvel at the lush but bleak environments surrounding me. I don’t say a word… Continue Reading
For the first time in weeks, I don’t feel like aliens are chewing my face from the moment I wake up until the moment I fall asleep. For this, I am thankful, and I find myself in a much better mood as well. There’s a spring in my step, and I can smile rather than… Continue Reading
Most of the time, I am perfectly fine with being on the edge of American society. I am *deep breath* a Taiwanese American, bisexual, fat, old, unmarried, childfree, agnostic teetotaling, makeup-free, taiji-practicing/sword-loving woman with four tats who hates shopping, cooking, and clothing, but likes video games, graphic novels/comics, and sports*. It’s just who I am,… Continue Reading
I went to taiji for the first time in weeks. Just driving there was an adventure as I didn’t sleep well last night for several reasons. Ironically, one way I know I’m getting better is because I’m not able to sleep as much as I did when I was really sick. For whatever reason, my… Continue Reading
Hello, everyone. I am happy to say that I am on my way to recovery, finally. It’s slow, and it’s agonizing, and it still feels as if aliens are chewing on my face (but less nosily), and I’m still exhausted, but at least I can walk to the bathroom without wanting to collapse in a… Continue Reading
This has been a hard winter for me, both emotionally and health-wise. I wouldn’t be surprised if the former is the reason for the latter, either, but be that as it may, I’m full-blown sick. Again. It started with really bad headaches and being exhausted all the time. Then, Saturday night, I felt as if… Continue Reading
Today, I read a piece in the NYT by a dying woman, Amy Krouse, Rosenthal, called You May Want to Marry My Husband, and it’s a personal/love letter for/to her husband. It’s a lovely piece, and I think most people will be stirred by it. Those of you who know me well can probably tell… Continue Reading
When I was in my twenties, I had stories in my head all the time. They were clamoring to be heard, and I couldn’t wait to sit down and write. I could write for hours with the words just pouring out of me, and my biggest problem was knowing when to stop. It’s the same… Continue Reading
I stumbled over a Let’s Play a little while back of three British lads from IGN playing Dark Souls (the original). To be more precise, one lad, Rory (Irish and American. NOT Irish-American, but actually Irish and American separately), had never played any Souls game, and he was the one who was going to control… Continue Reading