This blog is about whatever strikes my fancy. It is a little smug in its anonymity. It rejoices in shamelessly flaunting the euphoria, madness and flights of whimsy that its owner cannot always afford to display in the real world or on her other more public blogs. The name of the blog comes not from the (non)fact that I am 42, but from the Answer to the Meaning of Life.
Things that will not tell you a great deal about me:
I love Wodehouse, Kishore Kumar and babies. I have a thing for men with easy smiles and a knowledge of strange diseases. If you are a fan of Wes Anderson and reading, or if dissection does not scare you, we will probably get along. Incurably moody and criminally restless, my feet are always itching to run off somewhere. I have a thing for lyric and beauty, so feel free to send some along this way if you’re feeling generous.