My lovely friend Jean sent me a link to this game:
It’s not just pants, it’s fancy pants.
My lovely friend Jean sent me a link to this game:
It’s not just pants, it’s fancy pants.
Here’s something I’ve been meaning to share. In a reflection of pants synergy in the universe, as soon as I’d posted my last pants musings, I came across this excellent pants-related post on a blog I frequent:
Dressing Down the Media’s Attention on Pelosi’s Pants
(synopsis: Media says “Nancy’s pants are fancy pants.” Alice rants.)
Not one of my lists this time, though. I’m excited to share that another movie buff has put together a new list of some of her favorite kick-ass women movies on her site Webs of Significance. Check out her list of 10 kick-ass women movies, which features a selection of Hong Kong movies in the kick-ass women genre.
I was recently telling John (my husband) about something I’d read in “one of the blogs I’ve been stalking.” To which he replied “it’s usually called ‘reading.'”
Oh, right. I suppose it is. But it’s just that I’m only now getting used to this business of dropping by and getting a glimpse into someone’s life and thoughts, without them knowing. I feel like a voyeur. Here I am, sneaking around behind the bushes (following links). Peaking in windows (clicking on old posts). Eavesdropping on conversations (reading comments). Tiptoeing back in the middle of the night to see if anything’s changed (hitting refresh). Wondering if I’m leaving my footprints in the mud (a residual ip address).
Now that I’m actually writing a blog of my own, and learning more about the whole blogging process, I’ve made the following startling discovery: bloggers intentionally leave the blinds open. They actually generally want other people to read what they’ve written. Even total strangers.
So while I still feel like a stalker, I’ve decided to try to be the sort of stalker who clumsily waves hello. And perhaps who leaves the occasional calling card. (I’m adding to my blogroll…)