I have a clock work heart. In the morning when I wake up, all the gears tick, spin and whirr. They turn without protest as I swing my feet out of bed and go about my morning routine. Slow and steady, spokes touch spokes, turning the great machine that is my body… Read More »Clockwork heart
My mother. What do I say about my mother? What can I say about her? “She was beautiful.” Of course she was. She was my mother after all. What child who does not love their mother think their mother is anything but? Even when crows feet begin their slow, inevitable climb at the corners… Read More »Just give me one moment more.
Since August of this year, Shawn and I have been beta testing possibly—if not the most popular up and coming MMORPG’s–the most talked about: Star Wars: The Old Republic. And the thing is, is other than flailing about the internet squealing and telling people we were in the beta, that… Read More »Star Wars: The Old Republic. 2phatgeeks Celebrating the NDA Lift.
Today I had a mammogram. A lot different from my first mammogram at 13 in Canada, where I had lumpy boobs and the Doctor just wanted to make sure it was natural breast development and nothing else. I had to go to a hospital then–down white hallways and across pale… Read More »If the walls where I got my Mammogram could talk.
I love the holidays. Specifically, I love that as I am on my own I can celebrate the holidays–within budget–how I see fit. I can’t understand how celebrating in your own way, where it harms none, becomes a point of grumbling to some. Yesterday I begged Shawn to take me… Read More »Finding some way to smile about it.
Along time ago, on a blog far, far forgotten….. There were two phat geeks who made posts, but life and distractions (Like Google+) came and endangered the meandering writing habits of two huge nerdlings. It’s been a long time since we last joined our heroes, Mel and Shawn for their… Read More »We’re full of Sith.
I am a selective carnivore. That’s right. I only eat the animals I like, such as chicken, fish, cute baby lambs and occaionally pigs. Generally I cannot stand beef meat, but I like the flavor of beef. So what to do when I want Beef stroganoff without the beef but… Read More »Mel’s Motherfuckin’ cook book: Stroganoff
Despite what people tell me, I don’t feel like a writer. There are stories in me that muck about swirling and whirling and flicking their tails at me from the surface of my mind-water. But they’re awfully fickle. Hard to grab onto. Most often when I think I have a… Read More »Do you know what grows Under the Stairs?