Me

My name is Robin Gambrills. These are my thoughts.

I live in a city in the Midwest, a frozen, inhospitable climate with very poor taste in cooking spices. Because I am not a native, I get to enjoy all the occasional benefits of the location while still getting to bitch relentlessly.

Reality Fish, The Blog

Reality Fish (def.): 1. noun. An unpleasant, bluntly delivered truth with roughly the same effect as a salmon to the face: Wow, that Reality Fish might leave a bruise. 2. verb. To deliver a Reality Fish: He’s crying in the bathroom… maybe you shouldn’t have Reality Fished him so hard.

The name Reality Fish found its genesis with my best friend, The Chef, to whom I often spoke unpleasant truths. Saying things like “You know he’s a douche and that’s never going to change, right?” became known as the reality fish to the face. I thusly became known as the Wielder of the Reality Fish. It’s a grave responsibility, but I do the best I can.

Reality Fish, the Blog came into existence as I outgrew LiveJournal. The time came for the simple “Hey, I’ll be in town this weekend!” updates to part ways from the “Here’s why the world is fucked up” treatises. Reality Fish, the Blog exists for the latter.

Here, I intend to cover my thoughts on politics, urban lifestylings, living with mental health issues, living with infertility (and, hopefully, eventually, living with offspring), movies, baseball, great obviousness, and anything else that leaps into my head at any given moment. Obviously the whole thing will be focused with laser-like intensity. Unless I get distracted. Hey, a sparkly!

Contact

I can be reached at robingambrills AT gmail DOT com. If you spam me I will make your computer explode with the power of my brain. Don’t think I can’t.