Showing posts with label Derek Effect. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Derek Effect. Show all posts

Friday, March 30, 2012

Almost 13,000 page views? Cool.


Bloggers, this post comes from an under-the-weather Rachael, so despite my hopes of matching Nicole’s amazing wit and captivating journey of a week that was definitely more interesting than mine, I will warn you that this post can do nothing except fall short.  I will be accepting flowers, money, and chocolates as well-wishing presents.

Friday, March 2, 2012

I may have just chipped a tooth on a pistachio shell, but otherwise life is good

Hi, all.

Sometimes life is stressful, and don’t tell me otherwise or I’ll start rattling off my never-ending to do list.  But I’m in a good mood today.  Little things put me in a good mood.  Little things probably also put me in a bad mood, but I’ll tell you that for sure when I’m in a bad mood.

But before I start in on that, I want to specially single out one Derek Satterfield because this Leap Day Voucher made me think of him/you (depending on if you are Derek or not).  It probably made me think of him because of the excessive use of footnotes, mention of 13th century Scottish laws, and the phrase “pleasantly whelmed” (as opposed to overwhelmed or underwhelmed).

Friday, January 20, 2012

Atlases, Austen, and Ancestors- What More Could a Girl Want!?

Hello, and welcome to 2012 and the best blog of this apocalyptic year.


I am referring to our collective blog, not this particular post.  I know my post will fall behind some of the Austens, Mitchells, Woolfs, and Brontës of our group (yeah, I picked all female writers for a reason.  Ovaries rock.), but I’m comfortable with sitting in the back of the pack blissfully unaware of all the grammatical and social faux pas I commit.  I am the college student who crochets and gets good grades.  I have not been to a club, I have not started smoking or drinking (well, the occasional soda hath passed my lips, a dietary choice I regret deeply), and I go to bed only slightly later than I did in high school.