I was thinking about hanging up laundry later, but I think mebbe not.
We saw Mike and Heather last night, they seem to be doing well considering how hard they are both working. Dr. Filk and Keith accompanied me. That was the first time I’ve felt good enough to actually walk over there, so we walked there and back again; we left a bit early as Mike had to work the next day, poor guy. The paraesthesia is no better, but my mobility has improved tremendously; I can bend and twist a lot better than I could at Christmas.
Keith found the bag downstairs at Mike and Heather’s and started kicking it. It’s difficult to describe the noise; the whole house quivered uneasily. Keith had a particularly fine sparring session at club the other night.
Keith has registered with an agency to get film extra work this summer. We shall see how he does.
The great chain of beer continues to expand; Burnt exposed me to Cutthroat Pale Ale, and I exposed Mike to it. He was favourably impressed.
Wilfred Hyde-White figured prominently in my dreams last night. He kept making guest appearances and making droll English noises.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer valentines cards for a buck a pop???? Can such things be???? I have since heavily modified my valentines day list, although I still have a hundred of the blessed things to print out this weekend.
My travel derangements are now set; I’m arriving in TO on the redeye Thursday morning, and then I’m going to hang with some early risers, and then go hang with some not so early risers, and then I’m going to… joy of joys…. hang with the most excellent poet Dave Dowker and my buddy Sandy (aka Chipper on this blog). You have NO NOTION how much I am looking for’ard to that.
I have sung my scurrilous new song to a variety of people, most of whom found it entertaining.
When Paul took Keith and I to the Chong Lum Hin the other night, Sue the proprietress and her husband fed us traditional Chinese soup … not the menu stuff, but incredibly medicinal soup. I only had a teacup’s worth of broth but it was so loaded with vitamins that I could feel my consciousness shifting. Also they gave me pea greens with garlic, which is really yummy. The soup is traditionally given to women who have just given birth, and they laughed their asses off when I innocently asked, “Who had a baby?”
For people I love who are in pain right now.
Also for people who are undergoing medical testing and things are not going fast enough.
Also for people who are in love with people who hit them.
Also for creative ways of dealing with all the foregoing.
We’re certainly getting a lot of February fog. Right now it’s burning off and you can see the blue sky peeping through to the west.
The bruise on my leg from where the muscle snapped is now a tiny little blue smudge. It’s still tender but I am not having any trouble walking.
I have finished the first draft of all of my coworker Valentines! There are 115 of them, including such heartfelt declarations as:
Love is like an hourglass, with the penis filling up as the brain empties. Happy Valentine’s Day to a ‘special’ coworker.
O Canada, where a culturally Christian atheist can send a culturally Muslim atheist a card which is in part the celebration of the martyrdom of some whacked out Christian saint. Happy Valentine’s Day anyway to a miraculous coworker.
There’s hearts and flowers, gifts and sweets to show my fond regard.
But I’m too cheapass for that stuff, so here’s your V-Day card.
Beer is cold, cocoa’s hot,
I’m sending you this
cause I like you a lot.
Happy Valentine’s Day
Ran into this device and thought I’d share it… you never know when an idea like this will come in handy. The Watercone.
I thought I’d cheer myself up by listening to Fever by Peggy Lee, and I thought I’d forward the link.
Although I didn’t sleep for nearly long enough, I got up this morning feeling more rested and less pained than I have in quite a while. Last night I made an honest effort to apologize and make it up to somebody I’ve wounded. I was told that I have Borderline Personality Disorder, that I have no notion about friendship, that I walk through life like a victim, that every interaction is a competition for me and I have to “win”, and that I have a black belt in cruelty and hypocrisy.
So I guess it’s fair to say she’s not in a forgiving mood. Me, I’m feeling way better. I tried to make amends. I listened to her carefully. Then I went home and asked Dr. Filk if he thought I was cruel and hypocritical, and he pulled a face. After admitting that he could think of thousands of unpleasant comments to make about me, he simply didn’t buy cruel and hypocrital. Dr. Filk has lived with me for the best part of a decade. He’s certainly seen me at my worst and I haven’t noticed him sparing the horses when it comes to offering opinions.
Keith, of course, whose commitment to accuracy is both part of his charm and an ongoing trial, said, “Well you’re no crueler than most and somewhat less hypocritical,” which I thought was pretty cool, actually. I mean, you don’t expect to come off well if you ask your kids something like that. Haven’t seen Katie to ask her, but it should be really intense when I do.
In the meantime my back and my leg are feeling much better. And I’m going to do standup tonight! Actually I’m going to do a little bit of standup and Miss Manners Has Her Say. Yes, please! No thanks! Maybe later! (as the chorus goes).
Yesterday at work was completely and utterly without incident. It was so peaceful and happy that it really was quite remarkable.
The bruise on my calf from where the muscle snapped is now a tennis ball sized navy circle. However, I am walking much better. The muscle that snapped is also the one that the sciatic nerve travels through… no coincidence I suspect… so I’m all twingy and twangy and the foot numbness is pretty bad. Still it’s good to be able to walk faster than a constipated snail and I get fifteen metres at a time when I’m not even limping at all. Especially on level ground.
Keith just brought me coffee, happy child. Katie, of course, is absent and hasn’t called. She must be pretty confused right now. The next 85 words deleted because they aren’t sufficiently constructive and respectful.
I came back into the house when I missed my bus. Then the phone rang and Paul said he’d give me a lift. A week ago I would have passed. But things have changed, as always.
The other night the kids called a family meeting and essentially read us the riot act.
Her Majesty the Queen charges and commands all persons being assembled immediately to disperse and peaceably to depart to their habitations or to their lawful business on the pain of being guilty of an offence for which, on conviction, they may be sentenced to imprisonment for life. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.
Or to the like effect. Essentially, they don’t give a shit if Paul and I are having trouble living together; they want us to keep the peace and stay in the house. Katie isn’t so attached to the house but she’s much attached to peacefulness (rude, unconstructive comment here deleted…). So now we’re in non-non-divorce territory; we can’t divorce because we aren’t married and we can’t split up because of our extremely convenient living arrangements as itemized by our children, who see their comfortable berth during the next phase of their schooling evaporating if we split. However, thanks to the wonders of the Inertnest, it turns out that a non non divorce is completely normal, and how couples did things anyways before divorce was popularized by a particularly scummy brand of shyster, operating in cahoots with the MSM.
So, we still have to hammer out a separation agreement and there are other domestic issues hanging fire, but it was very bizarre having my domestic arrangements critiqued with such relentless and dispassionate efficiency by my children; it could only happen to me and Paul.
I’m still a-limpin’ and a-gimpin’, but I think I’m mobile enough to go to work. I took a ton of calcium, as people told me that was the likely problem, and who knows if it helped, but I feel much better and I slept okay. I didn’t actually make it to the doctor, but if you know what the weather was like yesterday you won’t be too surprised. And besides, both of the kids were here yesterday and we actually had a very mellow day.
I made bean soup yesterday. That will allow me to more fully express myself today, what with the MSM and glucosamine and all. And don’t forget the beer.
Somebody’s doing a documentary about Harlan Ellison. That’s special. Want to see Harlan read a story?
The hands on the nuclear clock moved. China’s doing Star Wars stuff… The Strategic Arms Limitation Treaty is up in 2009 and what with all the threatening noises being made by Russia, Iran, North Korea and our neighbors to the south, it’s hard to feel like the future is a glorious place. (It’s even harder when you’re experiencing chronic pain, too.) I am reminded of the deathless lines from “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum”….
“For us, there will never be happiness!”
“We must learn to be happy without it.”
And Stephen Harper is my country’s Prime Minister. I suppose it could be worse; Mugabe or somesuch.
I am experiencing almost the same amount of pain and hobbling as I did when I first sproinged my L5S1. Truly, it’s remarkable. I’m off to the clinic later to see if I can get some painkillers; sleep last night was a chimerical thing. They specifically tell you NOT to point your toes when you have this kind of muscle meshugas, but the only way I could sleep was on my stomach with my toes pointed. I’ve called in sick and I am supposed to have a scheduled vacation day tomorrow but there’s some really weird stuff happening at work that I think I’d prefer to be there to see, and it’s Mr. Clean’s last day before a month of leave, so we prob’ly have to do the download thing.
Onelegwest is staying on until February, Hurrah. So the Lunch Bunch Mark IV will not be sundered as soon as I feared.
I’m 17 days off cigarettes. I’ve had two bouts of cravings, both easily managed.
Kira is watching it snow with a look of utmost distaste and a very subdued twitching of her tail. Vis is down to about an eighth of a mile.
How to avoid decisions
2005-04-14— Posted by: allegra
Man, I had no effing CLUE how many ways I could avoid making a decision! Next time something really tough comes up I’ll have a menu to choose from, and that makes me sincerely happy.
2005-04-14— Posted by: allegra
Wolfgang Droege, the Toronto-dwelling neo-Nazi, was shot to death yesterday. I am sorry he died before coming to an understanding and correction of his errors and felonious ways, but in other respects I concur with what the immortal Moms Mabley said upon hearing that Richard Nixon had gone to his reward. “Say nothing but good of the dead. He’s dead. Good.”
As I only have about another five minutes before I run to the bus, I think I’m going to do my ‘takeoff cycle’ and peruse my favourite sites, then skid out of here.
2005-04-14— Posted by: allegra
There’s nothing wrong with me that quitting caffeine and losing 40 pounds wouldn’t fix. I promise faithfully that the next time I think there’s something wrong with me I’ll go for a walk instead of visiting my doctor.