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my dopply gangers!
Should it surprise you that I regularly ego-surf the internet? And that I dominate the Google returns for “Becky Haycox”? Isn’t that the only way to feel good about oneself? There are a couple of other gals out there with an online presence that happen to share my name. One is a real-estate whiz in…
Read Moreguilty pleasures: the men
At the end of November last year, as I was scrounging for ideas to feed the relentless toddler that was NaBloPoMo, I offered up Guilty Pleasures I and II, listings of people/places/things that I felt cringing embarrassment at liking. I stand by my tastes, as … unusual … as they may be. And now I…
Read Morelvoe of the stupid
In reaction to the news that the Weekly World News has folded, I bring you this, a brief exploration of juvenile lover-of-the ridiculous that lives inside me — inside us all! A stylish young woman was ahead of me in line at Von’s a few months ago. She caught my eye as I noticed that…
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n. difficulty getting out of bed in the morning (via futility closet) Today’s sickness manifestation: pulmonary! Nothing could be more boring than a. making excuses for poor blog writing and b. detailing one’s maladies. Yet here I be, with very little in my head but congestion and vague thoughts of tea. I was going to…
Read Morewho stuck their damn finger in my brownie
Defective Yeti is running yet another spinoff of the NaBlahBlahMo superempire: National Novel Reading Month, or NaNoReMo. As far as I can reckon, we’re supposed to read together Catch-22, the novel we collectively chose. And, true to form, in my best high-school slacker tradition, I have not cracked the book and am officially four chapters…
Read Moreou sont les siestes d’antan?
sleeping the sleep of the just, originally uploaded by hambox Insomnia and me: we are old chums. I’m one of those big-eyed noturnal beasts; ever since I can remember, I have a tendency to perk up around 10pm. Sometimes the insomnia is of the can’t-get-to-sleep variety; other times I can’t stay asleep, often waking at…
Read Moreundead again
National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) has risen from its grave for another year of anxiety-causing fun for bloggers everywhere. As per last year, I will start off strongly; then post the half-thought-out musings that live in my drafts folder; then meme-mine; then collapse, exhausted — but not before a couple days of self-congratulation! Choo choo!…
Read Moreblopomo on the horizon
November 1st is coming, and that means the yearly exercise in awesomeness that is National Blog Posting Month, or NaBloPoMo. And that means I’m trying to save up all my brain contents in order to disgorge it daily in November without making us all mad. Mad, I tell you! C’mon! Join the NaBlo train! Choo…
Read MoreThe ghosts come forward from the Green Monster like angels in the Field
I have been keeping this to myself, except for frenzied emails between my family members and myself. But O MY GOD. Go Red Sox. There’s been another revolution here in Boston. Earth has turned around; the moon is full and clear. Black holes are turning into stars within the Red Sox hemisphere. — excerpt from…
Read Morei’ve got your embers right here
“it is the color of baby poo outside”, originally uploaded by hambox The photo above depicts my pal Violet at my home this past Sunday around 2pm. If you stare at the picture till your eyes ache, it’s a fair representation of what the day felt like. Also imagine hot hurricaney winds whipping ash and…
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