I don’t have a photograph of my hate face, but it’s surprisingly similar to my laughing while at Wolf Trap face. Recently I’ve been thinking about what I choose to write about on Best of Fates. ‘Cause that’s the strange thing about blogging. Aside from my laziness in posting and my fear of writing about …

Yesterday, I started going blind. Not totally-can’t-see-anything-and-my-other-senses-kicked-in-and-I-could-smell-the-sun-slowly-dying blind, but fuzzy and blurry and I-can’t-stand-to-look-at-a-computer-screen blind. Which is unfortunate, as a computer screen plays a rather large role in my real-life job. I’m telling you all this as an explanation for why yesterday’s That Awkward Moment post never went up. (Also, last night I realized I …

I don’t write about “private” things on the Internet. This isn’t to leave you all out of my personal loop, but rather because I don’t talk about such things at all. (Truly, you can ask my friends.) (Assuming you know them.) (Which would probably indicate that you know me in real life, and thus don’t …

Blogging has changed my life. Now, sometimes when people say that it sounds disingenuous or exaggerated but I assure you, for me it’s true. For, if it wasn’t for blogging, I might never have discovered that Harry Potter Clue exists. Knowing my love of board games and of forcing my friends to play such board …

To fully understand this goal, let me share a recent conversation I had with Skye. “I hate that new toilet seat, I’m seriously too fat for it,” I casually commented as we puttered around the kitchen. “What?” Skye replied. “The new toilet seat for Grandma, I’m too fat for it and it’s always freezing cold.” …

Did I ever tell you about the time I forgot to stop pet sitting? I was at work when I got the call. “Hey… so you know I’m home, right?” No. I hadn’t knowN. If I had, I certainly wouldn’t have left my junk strewn all over the house and the dirty laundry sitting in …

If you knew me in high school, there’s a seventy percent chance you associate me with livestock. It started with an inside joke between me and Sharon that through some strange, now forgotten, series of events, ended with me owning two bankers boxes full of gifted cow paraphernalia. Growing up in the D.C. metropolitan region, …

Is it better to be followed and then unfollowed than never to have been followed at all? Oh yes – I’m getting all philosophical on this blog today. I ask this because the web management program I use for Best of Fates’ feed, FeedBurner, is probably secretly run by my arch-enemy. That is obvious both …

It has been far, far too long since I held a What Was I Thinkin’ contest. (If you need the translation, that means I can’t think of anything to write about.) (If you need that translated, it means I can think of tons of things to write about, but am too lazy to actually do …

Can you really stalk family? Or is it simply an unhealthy amount of interest from afar? Family members don’t let family members live in private – that’s their raison d’être. This is especially true when gathered together. I spent the weekend in Michigan with my cousins. You’d think they’d appreciate my photographic enthusiasm. Strangely, they …