Daisy Bateman

Shoesday of Thanks

Since it seems to be the moment for such behavior, I thought I’d use this time to mention a few things I am thankful for. (I suppose, in the true tradition of the holiday, I should find some Indians to thank for providing my with food, and then send them to live in South Dakota, … Read more

I Like My Version Better

Recently, I mentioned to Cameron that really I liked the song “Dynamite” by Taio Cruz. It’s fun and upbeat, the sort of thing that would make good workout music, and it had a lyric I particularly enjoyed, about getting ready to go to a club “wearing on my favorite pants.” Unfortunately, on a further listening, … Read more

Thurscheese: By The Book

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but I got an iPad* for my birthday. (I did? Well, you might have forgotten.) And the first thing I did, after holding it up over my head and dancing around with it like Clara at the beginning of The Nutcracker, was to install the Books app and … Read more


Someone over at the fine mystery-writers’ blog The Ladykillers must have suffered at least a minor  head injury recently, because they asked me to stop by today and blog about the weather. Naturally, I made it about shoes. And gave it a weird title. Please stop by to offer your comments and condolences, and talk … Read more

A Nidiface of My Own

As it happens, I’m a big fan of words. (Pause for Cameron to say, “Really?” in a deeply sarcastic tone of voice.) Big words, little words, words I don’t know how to pronounce because I’ve only ever seen them written. Which is why this project appeals to me so much. It’s an attempt being made … Read more

Shoesday: Nature Girl

(I’m sorry the picture is so terrible. My camera has been dying a slow and painful death, and will be put out of its  misery as soon as the new one I ordered from Amazon arrives. My pictures will still be bad, but at least they will be well-lit and in focus.) I am not, … Read more

I Am Not Making This Up

You thought I was exaggerating about my cubicle neighbor‘s insanely sycophantic conversation style? Well, I have here a transcript of the majority of the things she said in about two minutes of conversation that proves that I wasn’t: “Okay.”“Absolutely”“Yeah”“Yeah”“Yes, exactly”“Right”“That’s interesting”“Interesting”“Right”“Right”“Sure” Can I start screaming now?