“What’s your biggest fear?”
“Death” has to be the least original answer to “What’s your biggest fear?” that I have ever heard.
My biggest fears are rape and miscarriages.
Let’s get morbid.
Thoughts from ECCC.
If you’re a doode going out in public in a body tight leo, please wear a cup. I’d rather it be large and ambiguous than small and descriptive.
See you in Seattle!
I’ll be working at Bill’s Emerald City Comicon booth. Particularly when Bill will be drooling over Gillian Anderson at her Saturday panel. If I return single, you’ll all know why.
Inner monologue of a person attempting to lull herself to sleep.
Insomnia is one of my body’s go-to ways for signaling excess amounts of stress. A problem wakes me some time after two a.m. and it simply won’t quiet until four or five.
Working at companies with men.
There’s a joke about the startup industry that goes: “You know you’re a real company when you hire your first woman.”
White Snake and the Yellow Face.
I know it’d be more politically correct to say actors and actresses should be picked based on their talents, but it’s as complicated an issue as affirmative action.
Carpe fuckin’ diem!
Dynamic, immersive creative work: Carpe Diem pooled ten artists and gave ‘em ten canvases.
How does it feel?