This is an occasion for genuinely tiny balbriggans

More proof of global warming, Earth Day edition.

Exhibit number 1. Summer of 1908.

Exhibit number 2. Summer of 2013.

I rest my knickers.

Hale

Temperature: 5/41 degrees, on the fifteenth of frickin' April

Eating: lost my appetite, my will to live! see above (just kidding)

Drinking: might as well get juiced; see above (didn't mean that either)

Watching: Searching for Sugar Man (If you only watch one documentary this year...)

Listening: to Tortured Soul by Nicole Willis & The Soul Investigators

Reading: Joshua Foer's Moonwalking with Einstein: The Art and Science of Remembering Everything

Writing: a thank you note

Feeling: uplifted

Herstory

We regret to inform you that Dita can't come to the blog right now. She is on a Super Secret Mission to... It's not very secret if we tell you what it is, is it now?

Don't hold your breath, this may take a moment. For proof of life, subscribe to the RSS feed (below the blog's header), or contact Dita via ms dot ditaparker at gmail dot com.

In the meantime

With a comma, not a full stop, and with love, always,

Your knight in dented armor,

D.

Advice for the smutty at heart

It's Dita day again at 69 Shades, my last. So I don't have a backlist from here to the moon. It doesn't mean I haven't been paying attention. This much I know.

Craic

May you have the hindsight to know where you've been,

The foresight to know where you're going,
And the insight to know when you're going too far.