The first visit to the Flairground.

A couple weeks ago I found myself cycling into a loop of stuck every time I started thinking about the venue for Shivanauticon. Shivanauticon (which I say in my head with about a thousand exclamation points!) is the extremely sparkly Unconventional that we’re...

Presents for future me.

Ah, the continuation to yesterday’s public recognition of the pain that comes with realizing just how little I have paid attention to the needs of me-from-next-week. Until next week shows up and then: oh right, I am her. Yesterday was all about acknowledging...

Woman in search of a verb.

So this week is Rally (Rally!), and it’s Rally #12, and it is already the most ludicrously magical, silly and wondrous thing. Have you ever loved something so much it makes you want to cry from happiness that it exists? That’s how I feel about Rally....

Proxy.

Sometimes you really, really, really want to make some progress on a project. But then you don’t. And sometimes this state of Whoa This Is Really Not Happening is related to the fact that the some part of the project itself is kind of scaring you. Like maybe its...
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