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Bonjour, my petite, rainbow-coloured macarons. How are things in your personal hellscape? I’m totally writing this on company time while also simultaneously trying to “teach” a “class” so if this post has a whiff of anarchy to it, now you know why. TOPPLE THE ESTABLISHMENT! DESTROY THE BOSSES AND THE SUITS AND FLESH-SUITED MACHINES! THE…
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My poor, gooey, little alfajores! Have you missed me? I know I’m a week late, but too bad, I’m busy being a big-city career girl and sometimes the blog falls low on the to-do list (right under “solve the Fermi paradox, actually). So I had a review planned out but then…. something weird happened. Before…
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(The subtitle of this post is “Why is this so good, I don’t know why I like this so much, I probably shouldn’t like this so much but oh my god this is amazing.”) Christ, poppets, I forget all about you and this silly blog. I’m living it up on this FUNemployment vacation – some…
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Guten tag, my sweet, schmackhaft strudels! How goes it on your little island of misery? Here on Isla Robyn, the population has been struggling with a severe outbreak of incurable Tarantism. Send help. (And cake. And kittens. And Khal Drogo.) GOOD TIMES. Aaaaaaaaaaaaanyway. This week I’m talking about a book I’ve wanted to read for…
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Happy maybe-Birthday, Shakespeare! Yes, today is the day we traditionally celebrate the birth of the greatest English writer, William Shakespeare – the Bard of Avon, “not of an age, but for all time.” Happy 451st, Will! Do you have a favourite play, or a favourite quotation? I love “Boldness be my friend! / Arm me,…
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Hello, my delicious, chewy, chocolate-chip cookies! Gather round the toadstool, won’t you, while I force you to bear witness to my great and terrible nostalgia. I was a Brownie for about three glorious months when I was a wee girl. And I was a BOSS. The whole shebang was right up my alley: fairy-tale influenced origin…
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Salve, Citizen! Only the most basic of civilities today, hope you’re well, what fine weather, etc., etc. Onward! So last week I read a book I didn’t expect to like, mostly because – brace yourselves, cupcakes – I can be a bit of a genre snob. And smack my face and call me Sally, didn’t…
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SCENE: A barren wasteland, riddled with fire, ash, and dus–no, wait, that’s Mordor. Ahem. Picture a dark, dusty, cluttered library, not unlike Bernard’s shop in Black Books… (CAMERA PANS SLOWLY TO ROBYN’S SERIOUS FACE, WHICH LOOKS ALARMINGLY SIMILAR TO HER RAGE FACE) Hello, my tasty little ice cream sandwiches. Welcome to a very special episode of the…
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Top o’ the morning to ye, me fine things! Guess where I am RIGHT. NOW. That’s right… Ireland!!! Dublin, Ireland, to be exact. I’m here with my mom, and we’re actually staying on the oldest street in the city, Fishamble Street, in the heart of the old city. Our hotel is in Temple Bar, and is…
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I lied to you, party people. LIED. (Surprise, surprise.) This week we will not be Tolkien about Tolkien (lol nerd) because I did not, in fact, indulge in a Ringer re-read. DON’T BE SAD, BOWIE. IT WILL HAPPEN SOON. But, as Aragorn son of Arathorn, Isildur’s Heir, would say, it is not this day. No,…
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