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Month: September, 2007

That’s one way to get around that glass ceiling issue…

30 September, 2007 (11:00) | life | By: Brigid

A few weeks ago I interviewed with a company. Some small time after that, they called me and said that pending a background check I’d start in 8 days. I was thrilled, but wary of that background check. My friends all made fun of me. “Brigid,” they chided, “What the fuck are you worried about? [...]

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workworkwork

27 September, 2007 (12:30) | life | By: Brigid

Holy shit you guys! I’ve been working my ass off and am exhausted. Still trying to figure out a not nonsensical way of getting here. PACE sucks. Seriously. The Belmont bus is awesome, though. My team members rock hard, and my team leader gave me the green light to dye my hair unnatural colors. LOVE. [...]

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New Theme

22 September, 2007 (12:24) | meta | By: Brigid

Autumn is my favorite season, and I have a new word press theme to celebrate. Is this the most useless post ever? Most likely. Related Articles: November is a lot of national SOMETHING SOMETHING month Search Weirdness New Theme *preen, preen* Navel Gazing Blog post copyright Brigid Keely Barjaktarevic. Originally posted at Words Words Words [...]

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Free Steamer Trunk

21 September, 2007 (14:26) | life | By: Brigid

Hey, does anyone in/around Chicago want a free steamer trunk? It’s flat topped and would make a good coffee table or side table. It’s black, the latches work, and it has leather handles that are slightly frayed but still usable.  The interior is, iirc, pink and white ticking striped, and it has the original insert [...]

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Snippet for Belltown

21 September, 2007 (10:26) | belltown, fiction | By: Brigid

Something I’m working on for my Belltown story. It’ll come into play later in the narrative than I’ve gotten to at this point. This is a lullaby someone will sing to someone else. As I was going down by Sabindar’s hospital A woman there caught my eye She was cool and still as the morning [...]

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Book reviews? What book reviews?

18 September, 2007 (09:49) | books, life | By: Brigid

Oh hey, guys! Remember when I used to do reviews of books I’ve read? Those were some good times, huh? Yeah. I have like 20 reviews I need to write and put up, but I’ve been really lazy lately. Among those books have been Scott Lynch’s “Red Seas Under Red Skies,” Sarah Monette’s “The Mirador,” [...]

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100 words: Werewolf Metaphor

17 September, 2007 (10:30) | 100 words, As Honey... | By: Brigid

“It’s metaphor. One big extended metaphor.” Dante was sprawled on one of the couch, Anna on the other, their legs tangled together. “A metaphor for what,” Anna asked cautiously, looking sideways at her friend. Dante shrugged elegantly, one long-fingered hand lazily twisting her skinny dreds. “Puberty.” Chloe snorted. Dante shook her head. “Think about it. [...]

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Holy fucking shit

14 September, 2007 (12:22) | life | By: Brigid

I start work as a full time employee the Monday after next. Excuse me while I hyperventilate. Related Articles: Hoarding and Purging ah mah glob! happy lumpin new year brah! Can we revisit the mythical bootstraps college student thing? In which I make a joke, then get all gross on you. Thoughts on a dying [...]

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So cold, and fine, and fair

14 September, 2007 (10:36) | life | By: Brigid

What some of you don’t know about me is that I’m kind of neurotic and crazy. Well, no. I expect that if you’ve been reading what I’ve had to say for any time at all you’ve gathered that already. But you may not know about my particular flavors of crazy, and one of them is [...]

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100 words: The Ugliest Whore in Belltown, Part Five

13 September, 2007 (12:44) | 100 words, belltown | By: Brigid

Abe came back an hour later, scrubbed pink and fragrant. His dark hair stuck up in damp tangles around his square head. He was draped in a clean sheet. Ghullah regarded him frankly, and a hot flush started at his face and spread down to his chest. “Lovely toga,” she drawled. “None of the clothing [...]

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