Humor

Fall of My Discontent

The season of my discontent is nearing. I can feel it breathing down my neck, taunting me as I steel myself for the probable disappointment that awaits me. There have been glimmers of hope in the past, but I know…

Revenge of the Technical Writer

For the past several work days, I’ve been banging my head against my desk. It is not an attempt to get workers comp and it isn’t because I keep falling down or tripping. No, we are trying to upgrade our…

I’m a Boot Whore

purple boots

I have a confession to make. I love boots. And I’m not talking about your run-of-the-mill, admiration love of footwear. No, this love runs deeper. Given the proper economic circumstances, I would spend LOTS of money on boots. Brown boots.…

Just Call Me Grace – Part 2

There isn’t a door jamb or wall corner my body hasn’t inadvertantly run into. I have a knack for it, really. If you saw me walking through my house, you’d think I’d been drinking. I wish. No, I just can’t…

Just Call Me Grace – Part 1

Sometimes I wake up and wonder where the hell the bruises came from. Do I have some ghost haunting me that takes pleasure in leaving little blue and green marks on me? Am I sleepwalking into objects in the middle…

Shakespeare Reimagined

Dedicated to some of the funniest writers on OS. And to quote another Shakespeare character: If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended— That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this…

Can You Please Not Stand on My Ass?!

I’m standing in line at the grocery store, patiently waiting for the coupon debacle ahead of me to be resolved, and suddenly I’ve got three people standing right on top of me. There a few things I hate more than…