An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
I need to describe an underwater party, thrown by crab-like aliens, attended by a collie dog & photosynthetic otter. Which is just an amazingly cool thing to need to write… but my brain refuses to focus on it.
Come on brain! Write the fun scene for me! I want to read it! Continue reading “You Have to Write It Before You Can Read It”
I want to talk about how much I love Teen Beach Movie & Teen Beach 2.
Yes, those are ridiculous titles. Yes, they’re squeaky clean Disney+ movies aimed at tweens.
BUT… Continue reading “The Greatness of Teen Beach Movie & Teen Beach 2”
There’s a meme joke about how unrealistic it is that “Padme chose Anakin” when Obi Wan was right there, but…
Padme didn’t choose Anakin. Continue reading “Padme’s Lack of Choice”
My husband and I both got our first Pfizer shots yesterday.
We’ve told the kids that in five weeks, after we’re fully vaccinated, we can go to Fred Meyer, wearing masks, and wander around simply picking out fun things to buy — snacks, toys, whatever. Continue reading “First Pfizer Shots”
Mom: how are you this morning?
Me: kinda tired
Mom: at least you aren’t [person from news article]
Me: …
Mom: [launches into detailed description of news article]
The seven-year-old has a theory:
Buzz Lightyear’s arch-nemesis Zurg made Covid-19.
If you can get the vaccine and choose not to, you have no business working in a public school. Continue reading “Surviving a Massively Multi-Player Life”
Brain: you know how someone can just start going AAAAAAAAA like a dinosaur, for no reason, and just keep doing it until people crack up? Let’s do that
Me: no
Brain: fine, I don’t need you. I’ll do it myself Continue reading “The Challenges of Brain Stewardship”
—one billion tiny toys
—chai from favorite coffee shop
—cat sleeping on computer
—dog under desk
—specialized playlist
—World of Warcraft aesthetically arranged behind Word doc
I wanted to rewatch My Best Friend’s Wedding, and we’ve been surviving the pandemic by inventing holidays…
Thus, the kids declared Wedding Weekend.
The 13-year-old spent all day making a cake, and the 7-year-old planned a renewal of vows ceremony for Woody and Buzz Lightyear.
My house smells like freshly baked croissants.
Because there are croissants baking. Continue reading “The Magic of Freshly Baked Croissants”