Revenge of the nerd

[...] No untruths here, kittens: I was scared for my eye and my life as I made my way to the cosmetic opthamologist, with amma in tow (my vision would be compromised by the sexy pirate eye patch, so the [...]

[...] all. I went to a third opthamologist a couple of weeks ago (this one is a surgeon--a cosmetic opthamologist--referred to me by the wonderful second opthamologist I saw (as an aside, second [...]

[...] So, we're less than two days away from the shebang and get this: I have a chronic sty on the lower lid of my right eye and what appears to be half a button candy-sized [...]

[...] . Yes, kittens, your terribly neglectful blogger is going under the knife! Remember that chronic sty/cancer on the lower eyelid of my right eye? Well, it's still right here with me, folks. The [...]

[...] Mother Nature, my dear non-Canadian readers, involves much more than just walking up and down rugged terrain--your Nerddd can easily do that part (ahem. Descending down a mountain might be the one [...]

[...] as well as a mere speck on an immense topographical map. My feet were planted firmly on rugged terrain but my heart felt enormous and afloat in the world around me. Sweating, struggling to get [...]

[...] pomp and cinema of my engagement party, can we talk about that lame-ass Wikipedia entry for shalwaar kameez that I've linked to in the previous sentence? What the fuck, Wikipedia (or the common folks, [...]

[...] TOFU SHIRATAKI! Oh to meet the genius who first combined tofu and yam flour to make this delish pasta [...]

Seriously. I know I haven't been around very much these days--blame the boyfriend for that...who knew being in a relationship would be so time consum [...]

[...] eye issues persist. Thirty is a little over a month away and I'm already crumbling to age, dear readers. Oh dear. [...]

[...] early. As usual, I ended up glued to the cable news networks, fully obsessed with the presidential elections. The following week was a blur of coughs. People continued to stare at me as I wondered [...]

[...] outta town. I'm ashamed to say that as recently as a couple of months before last year's presidential elections, I refused to let myself believe that my fellow citizens were evolved enough to elect a [...]

[...] my blog lately (that is when I actually am blogging; it's been a rough few days, darlings...)--fiance MP is due back from his Nepalese trekking adventure on the 18th! Woohoo! I haven't seen our [...]

[...] winter vacation in Ottawa, which as you all know is that magical spot on the map where Fiance MP was born and raised. Ottawans embrace winter, he tells me. He grew up ice skating on the [...]

[...] that I may smell something burning and I try not to pass out. And then we're done and cosmetic opthamologist slaps gauze onto my eye and I'm thinking that he'll put the patch over the gauze. He slaps [...]