On catching more flies


“We need a flyswatter that isn’t The Hound of the Baskervilles.”

A Small FAQ


Who is your husband? 
My husband is my husband. He’s no one famous. If you must know, his name is Erik.

Who are you?
I’m Michelle. I blagh over at kafuka.

Does your husband have a Tumblr?
Yes, but he doesn’t use it. 

Why is your icon a bear dressed as a pirate?
Because my husband is a pirate that is also a bear.

Does your husband really say these things?
I might edit for brevity, but yes, these things have all come out of his mouth.

He’s not really your husband, is he?
Technically, no, but we’re getting there.

Does he talk in his sleep?
Yes, but someone’s already doing that shtick. I do promise to report anything hilarious he says while unconscious, though.

Questions?

On the Stores at which I Shop


“It looks like the dressing room of a Broadway revival of Gypsy in here.”

In Which My Credibility As a Human is Doubted


  • Me: (to a waitress) Actually, we're going to forgo dessert. Can we just have the check please?
  • Him: Did you just say "forgo"? You know you're on Planet Earth, right?
“Whherw are ju?”

The text he sent me this morning after his oral surgery while I was getting his prescriptions filled.

On literary fandom


  • Me: Oops. It looks like Neil Gaiman went through the Aziraphale tag on Tumblr and got a face full of Good Omen's slash.
  • Him: Pssh. Good Omens is Good Omens slash.

His thoughts on yaoi.


“Fangirl is just another word for NAMBLA.”

On shopping for brand name bags.


  • Me: Ooh, Betsy Johnson!
  • Him: A family company.

On movie preferences.


  • Him: Sometimes I forget you haven't seen Star Wars.
  • Me: I've seen all six movies.
  • Him: But you didn't like them, which means you saw them wrong.

In which it would be funnier if it weren't true.


  • Me: I have to read another long, law article for my capstone class and I can't bring myself to start it.
  • Him: I saw a man die for my capstone class, so suck it up.