sj (never SJ) hates everything. Except books and music. Sometimes she hates those too. Ask her about drinkalongs.
And every day you remind me how I’m desperately in need.
From the first moments to the last, I want to be on my feet. Dancing wildly. Paper Television does that for me.
I’m allowed to be fucking enraged about a situation that DIRECTLY TOUCHES on MY LIFE and MY EXPERIENCES and the experiences of TOO MANY OTHER geeky women to fucking count.
I’m raising my glass to Morticia Addams, the woman who taught me everything I need to know to be the best mom and wife I can be.
Someone come hold my hand and cry and sing “Take Me with U” and “When Doves Cry” with me?
You know how Emmy wished on the dragon scale, and that’s what started Dragon Tales?
If you can somehow refrain from dancing along with Gina to “Sugarhigh,” well…maybe we shouldn’t be friends.
Are the words I’m taking into my brainspace any less “real” because they’re delivered via an electronic medium?
Those of us that love books tend to have books and authors that feel like home to us. Philip K Dick is like that for me.
There’s this pesky thing called ethics and I have them.