the lagniappe

Hey, wow, I really fell on my face this NaBloPoMo.  I think that's a good sign though in a way as far as the general state of the union that is Gina.  Is that super douchey that I just declared that?  

My life has literally become night and day less awful than this time last year.  So what I'm saying is I have a life now and can't possibly blog everyday.  Great, now I just alienated bloggers everywhere insinuating that only people who have no life can possibly blog for a whole months consistently, but that's my bag these days, alienation. You're welcome.

Over the last weeks I've probably wrote on average a blog post a day in my head, but it's never quite made it to the screen.  And truth be told I've still slightly been in mourning over depalinization of SNL since this happened.

Anyway, added to this MIA status I've been absolutely devouring this book over the past week.  Devouring it like the war is over and I gobble up a loaf of bread that doesn't need to be rationed. 

Seriously, people, Tiny Ladies In Shiny Pants, by Jill Soloway, Jill Soloway, Jill Soloway.  Take that googlebot, Hi Jill I hope you find this googling yourself.  All I have to say about it is finally someone's put in writing the obserdity of women* having to wash their hands after every trip to the bathroom, yeah I just said it.  Now go read it for yourself.

Also, if santa's listening, send one of these this way.

*Men yeah you should always be washing unless you're somehow look-mom-no-handsing-it.