Me

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My name is Robin G. 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.

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Reality Fish, The Blog

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Reality Fish (def.): 1. noun. A bluntly delivered truth with roughly the same effect as a large fish striking a person in 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. In between fishing people, I consider life.

Sometimes I talk about being wife to The Wookiee and nanny to some Marvel characters.

Sometimes I take pictures of my cats.

Sometimes I pontificate on random subjects, either for one day or for a week at a time.

Sometimes I write mediocre fictionlets.

Sometimes I angst about my infertility and my mental illness.

Sometimes I rant about politics.

Sometimes I yammer on about things that interest me, like pop culture or baseball.

Sometimes I just complain.

And every week I am blunt about life.

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Contact

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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.