21 Easter Confessions by Sarah Lane

1. I used to lie and say that I was 5'2" on my driver's license. Then I thought, "What if my identity is called into question someday because of this falsehood?" So I downgraded to 5'1" at my last renewal.
2. I don't crave ice cream, ever. I don't know what happened. It just went away.
3. I sing to my cats when no one's around. A lot.
4. I might be the worst singer you've ever heard.
5. I suspect that I have some form of ADD, though I've never been treated for it. I often really struggle to focus on things, and I blame our modern times.
6. I fantasize about becoming an acupuncturist and maintaining a successful practice in a small town somewhere with a lot of trees.
7. I spend too much time online checking up on things that aren't important.
8. I used to get the bands Cheap Trick and Crowded House confused.
9. I used to get Neil Simon and Neil Diamond confused.
10. I realize that, at the ripe old age of 31, I'm still totally clueless.
11. I'm also stubborn and sometimes I can't admit when I'm wrong. I'm working on it.
12. I hate folding and putting away clean laundry more than any other household chore. I will choose the toilet over folding and putting away clean laundry. I have no idea what my problem is.
13. I miss my dad and sometimes it overwhelms me.
14. I'm in the preliminary stages of planning a trip to Africa.
15. I still watch "Friends" reruns. All the time. And I never laugh at any of the jokes.
16. I recently stopped following all celebrity gossip. It was a hard habit to break, but I'm proud of myself.
17. I don't know anything about the state of Nebraska besides obvious associations like corn and flat land, which is totally unfair.
18. I love the feeling I get on a Saturday morning when the sun's streaming through the window and I have nowhere to be.
19. I hate being jealous. I think it's the ugliest emotion ever and I try really hard not to let it in.
20. I try not to be too hard on myself, either. Nobody's perfect.
21. I'm cooking artichokes for dinner.

popSiren Launches!

You know your brain is made of Jarlsberg when your mom calls you up to tell you how much she likes your new show, popSiren, and you realize that you were so busy that you neglected to mention anything about it, to anyone, ever. Sorry Mom.

So I'm mentioning it now! I'd love for you to watch my new show, popSiren! New episodes come out every Thursday at 3 pm Eastern, 12 pm Pacific. If you like what you see, you can subscribe here (click the subscription options tab for a bunch of choices) and automatically receive the show each week.

Show ideas, suggestions, criticisms, praise, and light to moderate hate mail should go to popsiren@revision3.com. Just kidding about the hate mail. Don't need no hateration or holleration
in this dancery. But feedback is most appreciated.

It's good to be back! Check us out:

Lone Star Tea

Tea makes me feel safe. It helps me write, it keeps me awake past
8:30 when we have company, it soothes my aches when I feel defeated. I carry tea in my purse when we travel to alleviate homesickness,
and generous friends have brought me so much tea that it fills a chest
of drawers in our entryway.

Maggie, AKA Mighty Girl, sounds like my kinda girl. I think I'll stop by her panel at SXSW on Sunday.

See you in Austin. Oh, and if you see that I've consumed more than five Shiner Bocks in one sitting, please close my tab.

Polaroid is Almost Dead.

Long live Polaroid.

I like to party.

I started tumblelogging a little over a year ago because I liked Tumblr and thought it was the perfect place to post all the small stuff that wasn't lengthy and/or intellectual enough (HA! HA! HA!) to post here.

Problem is, now I find myself constantly having to choose between here and there when posting content, and it's getting confusing. I don't like having two blogs, and my guess is that you 1) don't like it either, 2) didn't even know I had a tumblelog, or 3) are my mom and read both religiously.

Can you advise how best to consolidate the glory that is my brain into one place?

Until then, I remain,
Madame Multiplicity