Whatever Happened To Baby Haley...?
by Amy Austin on August 24, 2009
So, was watching the magically tragical Artificial Intelligence: AI tonight, when I got to wondering about the whereabouts of kid who saw dead people. Apparently, I was not alone in this musing...
"My flab..." -- ha!
Five Creepy Things (no arguments here)
MTV Salutes... -- a tribute?
That last link, however, fails to include the star of the creep-fest I just saw yesterday (the excellently volatile young Spock from this year's ST) that made me feel pretty okay about not having any of my own... yiii.
Nocturnal e-Musings
Amy Austin counts down the days until... something... Read more »
"The Human Condition"
disclaimer: This blog may be totally random -- this may, in fact, be the first and *only* entry in it -- containing, but not limited to, anything/everything/nothing about dreams... A short while ago, I awoke from a strange dream that I think must have been brought on by a combination of posts here, along with another comment read elsewhere about "rumors on the Internet". Dreams, by their very nature, are extremely hard to narrate, but I will try to do so here (thus sparing E from being drafted to listen... Go »FML!!!
Every time I try to (optimistically) think that things can't get any worse... I am proven wrong. Tonight, both of my dogs seemed fine when I let them back inside. Go »Exhausted.
I don't remember if I made any mention here (aside from any private messages) about my grandmother's death at the end of April. It was rather sudden/unexpected, given her condition at the time... and, considering all other grief in my life at present, I took it a lot better than I ever thought I would -- I was closer to her than any other member of my family (probably true in both senses, actually). Go »Must Love Dogs
Someone I know (I guess you could say "a friend") who's been trying to break into politics for the last six months or so (starting with a mayoral race, lol) recently asked me (via Facebook chat) how I was doing (hadn't seen or talked to him in months). This is pretty much how that went: Mayor McCheese: So how's it going? Me: Shitty. Go »The Morton Salt Girl's Got Nothing On Me!
Except for a fucking umbrella. "When it rains, it pours..." Well, it's fucking monsoon season in my life, apparently -- I guess I should stay away from the Midwest, too. Go »
