Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: November 2024

  • Love Language

    I was wondering. Do Love langauges correspond to Hate languages? Like, if I love someone they can touch me, but if I hate them — well, even if I don’t like them — it makes my skin crawl. I suppose I can picture the inverse of Quality Time. Talk about crawling, the minutes crawl by…

  • Moon Zoom

    When we were looking into telescopes, I read that a pretty good pair of binoculars can let you really focus in on the moon. Gary had just bought a good replacement pair of binoculars. (We’d just tried to look at the comet and found that our binoculars were for some reason all gummy. I again…

  • TWIL: Coconut sugar is not what you expect

    Gary has been dutifully experimenting with his histamine diet. He’s reported some improvements. He was checking to see if white sugar triggered his sores, so he switched to coconut sugar. This is coconut sugar.

  • Best part of on-site

    The best parts of last week’s on-site were the conversations. Team conversation. My six-member work team had a happy hour at Westport Social, a local fun and games establishment. It’s known for a menu of wanton excess. No deep-fried pizza or Oreo fondue, but yeah, things like that. We discussed topics that would be boring…

  • Worst part of on-site

    Well, now I am done with the work event in which attendance is required. Technically, I have the medical excuse that I only had to attend the parts where I felt comfortable that I would not catch something. Well, I went to everything and I caught feelings, as they say. By the end I felt…

  • Rewriting the Novel: Landmark

    Okay, I’ve finished that gaping hole of a middle chapter that only read ‘Build tension” and now that the plot is straightened out I am back to the fun stuff. Shift non-vital descriptions and exposition out of chapter one, shift all the post-resolution details I can to the last chapter. Make a pass to emphasize…

  • In Which I continue the journey of self-discovery I began at eleven years old

    I recently wondered if I have any buried lesbian inclinations. Any at all. Because I am soooo cis-hetero-monogamous I bore myself. I doubted I was all that much if a lesbian because if I watch any woman-centric ethically sourced adult videos, and I encounter any preliminary lesbian scenes, I just fast-forward, because if Mr. Bouncy…

  • Visiting the office

    Today we start another one of those required-attendance in-office weeks. I have been thinking far too much about what to wear. There have been heavy consultations with my boobs regarding packing them into the pre-pandemic underwire bra. “Nooooooo,” they say, in chorus. “Noooooo. We don’t like bras. And if we have to, we like thr…

  • TWIL: Some bio lab experiments require recently dead specimens

    I was threatening Gary with a really bad haircut, and when he said he could do it himself, I scoffed. “No, really,” he said, “I am very good at fine detail work like that. One of my biology professors was so impressed with the precision I used to kill my lab specimens that she offered…

  • The Vote: 4 days in

    Work peeps did not discuss the election until Friday. It seemed we needed two days of stunned silence before the venting began. Then Friday was vent day. I noticed if any man interrupted me that day I was especially bitter. “Oh, of course, don’t listen to me, I’m not important. Not like I’m going to…