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Let’s play a game
called Wear Your Hijab after Election Day
How to play:
step out of the house and take a deep breath
and wait.
Let’s play a game called
Wash the Graffiti Off Your Storefront
Let’s play a game called
Go Home Chink.
It’s easy to do—stand in a suburb for long enough.
Let’s play a game
called Find Your Way Back to [X]
when you were born here instead.
when you’ve been here forever
when you came here to be free
when you were running from something else
when you
Let’s play a game ca...

Think on this: You always say #yolo but you never do it. You may froyo, and you may watch Logo, but they are not early as iconic a hashtag as #yolo.

That can change today. You can live a hashtag, for just one moment. Today you can be not #yolo or #swag or even #voteformypringlesflavor (purple rain), but you can be #NationalSuperheroDay.

SUPER. HERO. HASH. TAG.

Because TODAY IS National Superhero Day, or as we all know it, April 28. (and incidentally the day that Jason Todd was murdered (#428...

A conversation from this morning concerning tomorrow’s B-52’s concert
A dialog poem, by Amanda Ching

Me: Shake that cosmic thing
Kid: No.
Me: Shake that thing.
Kid: No.
Me: Shake it.
Kid: No.
Me: Shake it.
Kid: No.
Me: Oh yeah.
Kid:[image error]
Me: Shake that thing all night long.
Kid: (BACKING AWAY)
Me: Shake it man, can’t go wrong.
Kid: (edging towards the door)
Me: Don’t let it rest on the president’s desk.
Kid: (runs out towards the bus stop)
Me: (shouting after her) ROCK THE HOUSE.
Basement troll: I...

I know that it has been a million years since I have written anything. In my defense, I have no defense, so the two things right there should cancel out anything that might possibly tarnish my record. What record you say? That one.

Instead, I am trying to get all my feels out on paper (the one I am typing on right now. I can make Word make it look like paper, so I’mma go with that illusion) and make a list of Shit I Don’t Like, followed by a list of Shit I Like.

Shit I Don’t Like

1. [….]-isms...

I have gotten quite a few requests for a list of my editing prices lately, and it occurs to me that I usually do that in email on request. I am getting tired of copying and pasting for everyone, and I guess I should try to be more professional instead of being that exclusive club that has the long line but is empty inside. Or something. Insert metaphor here.

So here’s the gist of what I usually tell prospective clients.

QUALIFICATIONS: I have a BA in English from the University of Pittsburgh....

So it isn’t just January, but also February (and March) in which I am falling behind. A great deal of this has to do with the fact that I have been watching TV, which I think they said is bad for you on like, some website or something. Whatevs.

Though, I have been falling asleep faster these days, so after taking a shower, I have been going right to bed instead of reading for 30 minutes because I have this thing where I like to have at least ten minutes of Mary Sue fantasy time for which I am...

I don’t normally put trigger warnings on shit, for reasons that I am too exhausted to talk about, but I will admit that I can see how this might be upsetting in a sense, so please, if you are one of those people who might get all upset about suicide, don’t read this. It’s better for you, and better for me.

Dear Tianyu,

I think I’m a little pissed at you this year. Not because of all the stuff that I should be pissed at you formaking a decision, ending shit, missing out on crap, though yeah, I...

So the other day, someone posted on of those memes, you know the ones we all used to love to do in emails: “86 things you would never guess about me except for the fact that you might because I am so fucking predictable” or something like that. I’ve always been kind of fond of those things, but only if they’re done properly.

It takes me a long time to do these memes, because well. So really, I only get through about 8 questions before I get bored. So.

Eleven Questions that are answered in suc...

Last week’s “unpopular opinions” was such a smash hit that I decided to whine about more shit, this time pissing off a lot of authors. HAVE FUN!

I LITERALLY HAVE NOTHING MORE TO SAY TODAY.

LITERALLY.

FIGURATIVELY. WE NEED A WORD THAT MEANS SORT OF LITERALLY, SORT OF FIGURATIVELY. FIGURALLY.

I FIGURALLY HAVE NOTHING MORE TO SAY.

MAYBE.

1. DUBSTEP IS AWESOME AND IF I COULD MAKE IT MY LIFE SOUNDTRACK I WOULD. When I watch mimes doing their routines, I automatically think they are playing dubstep...

Recently I have started brainstorming for content for this blog, because I have to write. And I have started writing, oh yes indeedily do. But not fiction. THINGS.

Back in the day when we all thought the internet was a lovely place free of���well, we never thought that but we might have been a little more open about ourselves. Or maybe that’s now. I dunno. BACK THEN, I had a livejournal, and I wrote about myself and fandom and my day and things I felt/thought/heard/tasted/shot in the face a gr...