As part of Monday’s fun video shoot, I had to pretend to be hard at work doing academic-y stuff. So I sat and scribbled away in…
I was ten years old when, along with my 14-year-old neighbour, I developed the world’s first carpenter ant extermination system. It was genius. Pure, simple…
By the time I was six years old, I had consumed countless s’mores. They’ve been a part of my life for as far back as I…
Well, it would seem that yesterday’s story about my fantastic opportunity to cross the Atlantic in a hot air balloon was believed by at least a few…
When I was accepted to my PhD programme, I went straight to work trying to determine how I would pay for it all. After all, the three-year…
Today is International Happiness Day, so I thought I’d talk about happiness; my happiness, your happiness, and the world’s happiness in general. The day was “invented”…
I wish on eyelashes. I don’t know when it started. Maybe my parents taught me the superstitious act. I can’t remember. But what I know for…
Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and I’ve already started hearing and reading comments from people about dreading the day because they’re all alone.…
I’ve just completed another one of the Brooklyn Art Library‘s collaborative art projects, Letters From Your Childhood, so here I am sharing it with you. Yay! It’s difficult…
When I eat Doritos, I smile. And sometimes I even laugh a little bit. All because of my obsessive-compulsive way of eating them – and the memory of…
A while ago, I shared with you the found things I pick up when I’m out and about; every time I find something new to add to…
I love my knee-high stripey socks and was a bit sad when I wore a hole through the toe of one of them over the…
You may know by now that I’m a big fan of Martinis. It’s not that I’m a big drinker; I just like my RyanCentric Martinis a bit.…
I do love a bit of onomatopoeia. But I don’t like experiencing it first-hand. Achoo! Of course, since I’m home, snuggled under my duvet, experiencing…
I like shiny things and pretty things and interesting things. And often, as I’m walking down the road, I’ll stop to pick these little things…
I’ve loved to sing or hum or whistle or la-de-da for as long as I can remember. Now, I’m not saying I’m any good at it,…
Normally, an empty whisky bottle means a cork without a job. But not today. No, today I decided to rescue the cork from my empty…
Today’s post is a random memory and a bit of musing about Chinese jacks. So, let’s go! Chinese jacks, for those who don’t know, are…
My friend posted a list of 100 random things her daughter wrote about herself out of boredom and I thought I’d give it a shot…