diane johnson

  • Worse than Vicky Bliss.

    Some of you may recall a few rants I’ve done in the past inspired by a series of books by Elizabeth Peters which feature a buxom blonde historian by the name of Vicky Bliss. Now, I’m sure part of Vicky’s voluptuousness (which she, naturally, abhors because people just won’t take her seriously!) is meant to…

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  • Oh, man, I’ve got to admit, last week felt like a pretty good one, although I think most of the reason I’m feeling it was so successful was because I managed to get several blog posts up, more than I usually do and more along the amount I’d like to do regularly. Hopefully, that’s the…

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  • You know, I have the worst time trying to think of ways to start these posts. It’s probably not nearly as tedious as my brain makes it to be if I were to simply say, “Oh, hey, look, it’s Monday again!” or “I can’t believe how quickly [insert month here] is going!” Those seem to…

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