anna pulley

I met Amanda Palmer last night, kind of, in a flurry that lasted about seven seconds. Amanda and her husband Neil Gaiman were on a short West Coast tour, performing a mash up of songs and readings, sometimes alone, sometimes together, sometimes alone but with the other adoringly watching. To put it less clearly, here’s [...]

I tweeted this admittedly kind of creepy, but hardly pornographic, face-torso picture of a painting the other night, and yfrog, Twitter’s photo hosting website, REMOVED IT. Really? This is the picture. Did it really deserve to be censored?

I am so unmotivated today, I couldn’t even post a Facebook status update about how unmotivated I am. Also, last night I went to a public insemination ritual / performance art show / orgy and I’m probably the only one in the world who thought bringing their ex to that would be a good idea. [...]

My plan to irrevocably entwine myself with Amanda Palmer electronically is working.  Now if only I could deliver on my promise to demystify pulley sex. Maybe I should ask this guy.

I can die now. Then I was like: And then I tried to start a fake rivalry with her hubby, the amazing Neil Gaiman. But Neil was all: Then Geek Pondering was like, Amanda Palmer threw a lemon at me! Like that would deter me, pfft. So I was like, Oh snap! And Neil was [...]

Ed. Note: These haiku aren’t ALL about me. Sometimes they are just sentiments I enjoy, events/situations I find amusing, or shit I think will impress people. In other words, stop worrying that I’m Atilla the Slut with a drinking problem and no wherewithal to feed and clothe myself, Mom! Now that that’s taken care of, [...]

Being on Twitter all day for work makes it hard to finish any _________ Related: Haiku for Adulthood #3 Haiku for Adulthood #2 Haiku for Adulthood A brief poem about Pamela Anderson

I learned a very valuable lesson today. It’s not all roses and free lube on Twitter, folks. Sure, sometimes you get marriage proposals, but other times you get SCORN. Other times, you will be following someone on Twitter and they’ll say, “Hey, does anyone have this really expensive software that I need for my design [...]

I never know what to say to people who ask me what kind of music I like. I can’t tell the truth without then giving a speech about how pseudo-goth pop is really quite moving if you can just think of all the corpse references as “metaphors for life.” I also can’t lie about it because I’m a terrible liar. During jury duty last year, I accidentally said I was married and then tried to roll with it until they asked me what my husband’s name was and I said “Eleanor.”