I’m supposed to be packing. Obviously, I’m procrastinating a wee bit. I’m excited, because I’m moving myself and the crazy cat (unless anyone wants her? Anyone?) a block south and two floors up.

I’m currently at that partially packed phase where boxes are springing up everywhere and shelves are looking bare, but it doesn’t look PACKED. Hopefully I’ll achieve packed this weekend so I can get the place all spic and span. Ish.

Gonna get off my ass in a minute and then go do something constructive. Like…watch TV. Or sleep. Or pack something.


So, I have two lightbulb jokes for you. I made one up and the other one I heard a while ago and forgot who told it first. If you know, good for you.

So not mine, but I find it hilarious because I mock hipsters at every possible opportunity:

Q. How many hipsters does it take to change a lightbulb?
A. You don’t KNOW?!

Mine and don’t you forget it:

Q. How many emos does it take to change a lightbulb?
A. What does it matter, we’re all going to die alone in the dark anyways.

Moleskine Sadness

I love my Moleskine planner and used it daily to keep track of my life. One of the things I like best about it is the nifty elastic band that holds it shut.

Unfortunately, the glue holding it in place stopped working.

No worries, said I, for Moleskine has a warranty.

I emailed them and requested that they send me a replacement planner because I was getting disorganized.

I received a response saying that they would process my request in two weeks.

Um, OK.

Since then? Nothing. I’ve even emailed them back asking for more information on when my replacement planner would show up. More nothing.

Sadness. I miss my planner.


If you heard a high-pitched squealing noise, it was probably me, watching this.


That said, I know that there is another side to bunnies that should not be ignored: