Author: Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

Because I am evil / Sunday roundup

I am posting this link of “More Snappy Answers for Christian Questions”.

Talked to Dave D (the poet, not the photographer) and he said he didn’t notice anything exploding in Toronto.  He is just barely on the outside of the evacuation area too, fortunately.

Damn whiny pilots.

More churchiness.

Huffpo review of Pineapple Express which I intend to see…

Keith’s taking Jeff to the Keg for his brithday bash. I am coming along to ensure they don’t get into any trouble.

Jeff coaxed me into watching A Mighty Heart.  It’s a fracking excellent movie, but a total goddamned downer and believe me you won’t have any fondness for the Pakistani government when you’re done watching it.  The editing is so good that it kicks the ass of most contemporary films.   Angelina Jolie was awesome – the gel can act, folks – and I particularly liked Archie Panjabi who was also in Bend it Like Beckham.

How will the US buy itself back after this?

Journalism continues to be a dangerous form of employment in some parts of the world.

An interview with the author of the brilliant “Fungus the Bogeyman” and “When the Wind Blows”

I’ve met the downstairs neighbours.  They are lovely. Jacqueline and Jason….  Large amounts of relief all ’round.

Boom shaboom

I hear there are explosions in Toronto around Keele and Wilson. Hope nobody gets hurt. UPDATE: unbelievable images of the fireballs. Also, maps, eyewitness accounts, etc.

I hear the Wall Arch along the Devil’s Trail in Utah has succumbed to time and erosion, so another visual icon of the American West has fallen. I’m glad various photography friends had a chance to get pictures first.

Paul phoned yesterday and said, tersely, “Go look out your front door!” I did, and the biggest, brightest rainbow I’ve seen since I was in the DR was staring back at me.

Jeff’s back after a successful trip. It’s good to have him home.

feeling yucky

I can’t really focus my eyes right now so I think I’ll give them a rest and go back to sleep.  I had a migraine earlier this week which had me go for a lie down at work for about 90 minutes. At the height of the migraine, just like Lymond, I was blind.  I could see in normal perspective about 1/10th of my normal visual field and the rest of it was a beige wad of cotton batten with a couple of flashing lights stuck in it.  That part – thankfully – only lasted about ten minutes, and I had the first aid attendant with me – and I got into a dark room and unconscious fast enough that it didn’t get worse or convert to head pain.  Also earlier this week I got tingling and numbness in my extremities. I suspect all this weirdness has to do with the spinal decompression stuff and will lift when I stop getting treatments.  In the meantime, I enjoy the treatments a lot and they seem to be helping with range of motion and my sleep, which is much improved for the most part.  The symptoms I wanted to get cleared up – the numbness and weakness in my right foot and leg, which is with me night and day and is emotionally and physically exhausting – I still have in plenty.  Oh well…..  Such a whiner…. really.  I need to count my blessings.

Visit

Keith and Paul and Mike were over. We watched Coffee and Cigarettes. Somehow I’ve got to get off my duff and get this place looking like there weren’t drunken frat boys partying here last night. Supper was barbecued chicken breasts (with Paul taking the helm there), swiss chard of such exceptional wondrous tastiness that it bankrumpts my powers of description, garlic bread (of course), salad and European style cheesecake from the Austin Deli.

Paul has the daintiest snore of anybody I ever met. Coffee and Cigarettes, after he’s hauled a brace of midnights, was not enough to hold his attention, and he flaked out on the love seat. I like the Iggy Pop/Tom Waits and Steven Wright/Robert Benigni segments the best, although the ‘twins’ one is also pretty funny. Especially since those two men are actually cousins.

Sigh. Back to housework.

Eddie

Eddie must be getting desperate – what with Jeff being gone.  Last night he came into my room, jumped up on the bed, and criss crossed it a number of times looking for the perfect place to sleep.  I was a little taken aback when that turned out to be wedged between my thighs, but oh well.  He was curled up there for a couple of hours.  I sometimes wonder how much is behind Eddie’s almost vacant stare but I’m beginning to suspect the vestiges of a sense of humour.

Then he woke up at four am and knocked everything he could off my desk.  Bastard.

Pride Parade

I asked Joy for this picture and she sent it to me in literally seconds. Ah! Anyway, the good looking one is Joy, and that’s me in a pink polyester lei from last year’s Pride – I gave away my plastic peace bling from last year to one of Nita’s MAWO buddies – and the Queen’s Fluffiest Pillow t-shirt number one son gave me. Okay, I’ll stop grinning if and when I ever feel sad again.

The Luddite’s over and we’re having a low key conversation.

Who paid for THIS research?????

I call major amounts of BS.  Maybe it is true that fertilizer/pesticide grown products are not ‘nutritionally’ superior,

BUT

Did it not occur to these bozos that maybe people are prepared to pay a premium for products that aren’t coated in pesticides and other crap?  And, I hate to say it, but virtually all of the organic produce I’ve eaten in the last couple of years tasted way better than the regular stuff, especially the bananas.  Mind you, I haven’t done a blind taste test so I might have my head up my butt for that.  Anybody want to do some science with food?