I am going to get help with my new current problem, which is that all the food in the walk in has spoiled thanks to the compressor quitting because I forgot to turn the fan back on when i showed the place. It’s all my fault, and on my pocket be it. In the meantime, it has to get cleaned out, and then I have to find a place to put the really disgusting garbage that will arise, and then wash the equally disgusting service dishes, for which I am also soliciting help. Cannot seem to catch a break, apart from the fact that things are actually more or less okay, I just need to be thankful.
Pacific Rim was a really good giant monsters vs. robots movie. The script almost went into eyeroll territory a couple of times but solid performances (not excellent, ok) and fight scenes where you could tell what was happening helped. I loved Ron Perlman’s guest shot, HATED the stupid scientists, who both needed tasing, in my view, and I enjoyed the special effects greatly. Plot didn’t bear close examination, but oh well. There are now Kaiju filk songs, yay.
No surgery for me, yay. Doc says I am healing properly. I need to give the nerve damage many more months to heal, but I can go get physio now.
Back to writing. George is a bag surrounding computational colloid. Weird, hunh?