Today is New Year’s Eve Day. Apparently, our offices are closed. I have a list of our office’s holidays – I have it entered the dates into my Google Calendar; I have the list on my desktop (so I don’t have to try to look it up).  And yet … I signed in for work…

OMG. Would Apple please get the fuck off of my back? My iPhone has been nagging me forever to go to two-step logins. I finally caved and agreed to it. Only, my iPhone would not take my password.  It wouldn’t take my password on the first try and then locked me out of my Apple…

I’m getting tired of titles like this; but this is still a wonderful series on Netflix. A murder mystery set in an elite ballet school.  Tons of teenage angst and rivalry. A whole lot of sex.  Apparently everyone in the dance world is fucking everyone else in the dance world.  Where do they find the…

When I was a kid the last week of the year was always one of my favorites.  I had all my new stuff from Christmas to play with; no school for a week; and my folks still went to work – leaving my sister and I to enjoy the house without parental supervision.  Ahhhhh.  (And…

Growing up, Christmas eve was special. For most of my life, this is when we would put up the Christmas tree.  (That way, we would first see it lit, in all it’s glory, on Christmas morning.) One year – I don’t remember if it was the day before Christmas or the day before New Year’s,…

You may or may not have enjoyed my little video clips from past performances that I have posted on YouTube (and linked to my FaceBook page).  I have enjoyed making them and viewing them because that’s just the kind of narcissistic person I am. The program I use for making the clips (including my fucking…

I loved it. It starts slow.  Almost deadly slow.  I was thinking, am I really going to sit through two hours of this?  I was thinking how could so many people whose opinion I really respect like this so much? Hang in there.  You’ll find out. This movie takes a while to find it’s heart,…

Holy crap. I always considered myself somewhat thick-skinned; but I never meant it in the literal sense.  Until now.  Because I have diabetes, I have to jab my fingers on a regular basis. This is not usually a problem.  Blood doesn’t bother me and the jab hurts – but not that bad.  The anticipation is…

When it gets late and I still haven’t come up with a topic for Fat Friday, I always know I can go to my Pinterest boards and find some fat art that I would like to share. I love Catherine Ducreux’s paintings and sculptures; but I know next to nothing about Ducreux as there isn’t…

I don’t like beer or wine.  Apparently, when I was a wee tot, I loved beer.  My Dad used to tell me that he couldn’t open a beer without me showing up and telling him, “Want some.”  I even have vague memories of liking the taste of beer. Not anymore.  Gack.  It tastes like dirty…