I adopted a new cat last Friday. As you can see, though, she’s quite nervous, and is having a hard time adjusting to her new home.
Here she is starring in what I promise is my absolutely last Gerard Manley Hopkins poem set to shaky handheld footage of my yard.
If only because I don’t know any more of his poems.
Somebody on the blog said they miss the sketch diary entries I was putting up for a while. I miss them too. I started one the other day about the two hours I spent sorting out a fraudulent charge Read the rest of this entry »
I was having a particularly bad case of Sunday evening depression–that feeling of dread that takes hold as you’re folding your laundry and bracing yourself for whatever fresh hells the new week might bring–but then I checked the blog and found Aunt Soozie’s link to this excellent quiz, “Which Dyke to Watch Out For Are You?”
Who made this? It’s really funny. Here’s my score:
