Author: Becky

Always A Follower

Even though I usually want to be just like Tim, apparently Famous Author Rob Byrnes (scroll down that page for Rob’s commentary on coffee) is edging his way into my unnatural obsessiveness. Today I got up and realized we were out of coffee. But even in my befuddled state, I remembered that there were some beans tucked away in the freezer. I got them, ground them, and proceeded to make coffee. Or so I thought. The coffeemaker. Is. Dead.

Dazed and Confused

It’s bizarre to accidentally stumble into the blogs of Republicans.

One time, more than twenty years ago, when there were still movie theaters in malls, on a whim I went to an afternoon movie by myself. I don’t remember what movie. But it was so engrossing that as I left the theater and returned to awareness of my surroundings, I stopped dead still and thought, “Where the hell am I?” Somehow during the movie, I’d forgotten which city and which mall I was in, and the stores facing me weren’t the ones I’d expected to see.

It was disorienting and frightening.

Waiting for the Plumber

It’s raining. And Denece e-mailed me two articles on the perils of neoconservatism. They were long and made me think too hard. Before noon. You know, life is easier for sheep. Just going along, doing what they’re told, without regard for how it affects the rest of the planet. And oddly, they can afford plumbers.

I still don’t want to be a sheep, though. Thanks, Denece.