Rachel Hartman

Big Sun Lamp got to them, clearly

You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't wipe your friends on the couch

I did send an annoyed missive to David Eby personally (since I'm one of his constituents) for all the good it will do.

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Or, if we're getting carry-out, mee goreng.

Seafood dirty rice is our household's go-to comfort food.

A mycologist once told me that humans are no longer discovering new kinds of edible mushrooms because literally the only way to figure out they're edible is to eat them. If an animal can eat it, that's inconclusive, and there are so many unique mycotoxins you can't just do a chemical analysis

RIGHT?!

So annoyed at BC unilaterally deciding to stay on DST forever. They could at least have chosen standard time, or put us on the half hour like NL, but no, apparently I'm the only person whose daily mood depends on the sunrise, really looking forward to 9:08am next winter, *waah*

Same

I suppose it's extremely petty of me to feel that if the US men's team had to beat Canada at hockey, at least they made themselves look like detestable fools afterwards

I've created a monster, but arguably she created one first.

Today I got my mother interested in CURLING and we watched the whole 11-end Homan/Constantini match which was a nail-biter to the quick. And Mom was like, "More tomorrow?" and I was like, "We're traveling to see your grandson tomorrow," and she was like, "DO WE HAVE TO??"

Thanks, old friend.

I strongly encourage those of you who (like me!) read and loved AMONG GHOSTS to nominate it for the Lodestar. Or as Rachel says, just, y'know, read it!

I realize time is no longer linear and it can be hard to remember when something came out. I had to think about it myself!

I suppose I would be remiss not to mention that I DO have a book, Among Ghosts, elegible for the Lodestar. Or, y'know, just a fun thing to read, if you haven't already.

I suppose I would be remiss not to mention that I DO have a book, Among Ghosts, elegible for the Lodestar. Or, y'know, just a fun thing to read, if you haven't already.

We believed it so hard we were glad to move to Canada. We literally could not imagine a worse president. Turns out we had pretty feeble imaginations.

I don't need a dissertation! I believe you! The property manager will believe you without a geometric proof!

OMG, my neighbours keep running their emails through it for "clarity and flow" so I'm getting these endless bullet-pointed, bold-and-highlighted MOUNTAINS OF WORDS when all they needed was a single sentence telling me to call the property manager, they have a leak.

Boo! BOOOOO!

(To be clear, he's in a 5-year engineering program, but will actually be taking almost 6 years to graduate because he knows himself, and how many courses his ADHD can handle in a term.)

My son, now in his 5th year of university, recently told me he feels lucky that he was almost out of high school when the pandemic hit, and that Chat GPT didn't exist yet: "I feel like I caught the last helicopter out of educational Saigon."

An inspirational speaking career is staring you right in the face! (I'm mostly kidding, but still... tell the young 'uns!)

My husband had whooping cough as a teen (despite being vaccinated, which made the doctors refuse to believe that's what it was) and now every time he so much as gets a cold, he's coughing for a month.

Well, that and the family story of my great grandfather, who died of tetanus--or "lockjaw" as my family called it. People need to pass these stories down!

Honestly, it was my mother's descriptions of her childhood bout with mumps that ensured that I would get my own child vaccinated no matter what. I really think my mother should hire herself out as an inspirational speaker. SHE COULDN'T SWALLOW HER OWN SPIT. HER NECK WAS WIDER THAN HER HEAD.

Me on the phone, trying to get a grip on my mother's dietary restrictions: Ok, so what do you have for breakfast?

My husband, from the other room: THE SOULS OF THE DAMNED

To clarify, he is not still three, and he's always loved all things electrical. In fact, back when he WAS three, the way I would get him to walk all the way to preschool was he'd pretend he was an electron and the sidewalk was a wire. He'd stop at the corners until I caught up and threw the switch.