Call me morbid, but since age six, I've had a living will or last will and testament of sorts. I've changed it over the years (pretty sure Husband wouldn't want my Moondancer My Little Pony and would instead want to know what to do with my 401k), and now know to make it a legally binding document. I am by no means a legal expert, but here are points I've deemed as important to include in my will…
This is Offbeat Home's archive of Nitty Gritty posts.
This is our category dedicated to the hard topics of occupancy – the realities of having a home. Nitty gritties might involve moving, dealing with appliances, handling passive aggressive landlord notes, or choosing a utility company.
I have a problem: I don't like the taste of water, but I know I need it… you know… to survive as a human being on the planet Earth. So I finally came up with a few life hacks in order to trick myself into consuming more water. Here are a few of my tricks, then I want to hear yours.
While attending a small film festival a few years ago, I made the mistake of texting my vote for the festival's best film. Within a couple days, my phone number had been sold to marketers and I started receiving a ton of text spams.
This made me very angry. I was already dealing with telemarketers calling my mobile, trying to sell me mortgage refinancing and carpet cleaning, and now I had to deal with shitty text spamming too? It started getting to the point where half the time my phone made a noise, it was a voicemail from a telemarketer or a text spam.
The Offbeat Empire has been there for many of my life stages, I hope the community can be here for me now as well. I'd love any advice and guidance from those who have lost a loved one and have chosen to do an event to celebrate their life.
As a writer, I'm at my laptop pretty much all the time. Sadly, that means the siren call of the internet is loud and constant. The urge to stop what I'm doing "just for a second" to check Facebook or news headlines or "research" something on Wikipedia for the next several hours is substantial. I figured the best way to combat this — other than developing a stronger will to not goof off — was to get rid of the internet when I didn't need it. Thus, the internet kill switch was born.