ACT 1: SCENE III. A Starbucks near Brooklyn.
Sound of a modem connecting. Enter three Moderators.
Where hast thou been, sister?
Sister, where thou?
A right-wing nut had posts from NRO,
And spamm’d, and spamm’d, and spamm’d:—
‘Stop it,’ quoth I:
‘Amendment, First!’ the astroturfer cries.
His IP’s to McClatchy gone, with three diff’rent screen names:
But with my Mac I’ll thither wend,
And, faster than the troll can send,
I’ll ban, I’ll ban, and I’ll ban.
Also, apparently I was whimpering in my sleep last night. I have not been told whether this woke Bastard up, or if he had not yet made it to bed. Am currently sleeping on three pillows, as this makes it easier to breathe, which makes it easier to sleep.
Ah yes: definitely a sinus infection. Went in to see my GP yesterday morning, and she asked the usual questions: how long, did it start with a cold, do your sinuses hurt? To the last question I had to answer no, being truthful, and she promptly poked them and made me squeak with teh hurty. I has antibiotics. Blood pressure a little higher than last time, at 93/60 and 67 BPM. Wandered past my parents' house after the appointment, dropped off some of the produce from my garden, picked some violets, and got taken to work.
The GP said I should have a couple of days off of work. But since I had a half day and it's about to be weekend, I feel OK about ignoring that advice.
Must remember to send my mother the "Gold, Frankincense and Purr" lolcat. It's is sitting on my tabs at home just waiting for Bastard to accidentally forget and close my browser and lose the tabs.
Mind you, so are an irritatingly large number of things. Right now, I am one huge bundle of laughter at this world, and I'm not exactly sure why. No, it's not the drugs, there are no new drugs.
There are a small series of articles running around in my head right now; What I've been able to articulate and write down so far seems to indicate that the recurrent theme is Trickster-y-ness and Y So Srs? And a few bits of interesting psychology.
I'm so glad I'm getting the chance to relax and rest and have Time.
I like the dentist I got to see. She's a large, comfortable-looking, calm, friendly woman who explains everything.
The X-Rays were digital, which was very cool. They came up on the computer screen within a minute or so of their being taken.
Also, I feel today's Unshelved describes me quite well. I am being portrayed by the plumpish woman in the cow suit, obviously.
Am currently shut in the computer room. Bastard is in the loungeroom with the aircon on, and it's frickin' cold (by my standards) in there. In here, with the door shut, I can wear my bathers comfortably, in peace.
I have a big basket of mending and altering to do.
+50pts for me!
I'd like to share the analogy I used last night, rambling and chatting as is my wont.
A relationship works like horses in harness, pulling a carriage or other vehicle. The horses can snap at each other, they can stumble, but it'll work as long as they're pulling in the same direction. Might not work as fast as you'd like, but it works. The relationship starts to break when the horses are being guided to pull in different directions, when they start straining at the poles or reins, or when you've got catastrophic breakdown, leading to the horses attacking each other such that they cannot pull, and start pushing at the poles to get at each other. Eventually the poles will break. Stress is put on a relationship when the horses shy at something unexpected, or when one is going at a pace the other can't match.
But no matter what, if the horses are pulling together, as directed by whoever is driving the carriage (even if you believe that there is no one there, they're still pulling together, and the carriage itself should be providing feedback to the horse about the position of the other horse(s)), the carriage will get somewhere. The horses can snap at each other, but as long as they're going in the same direction, together, and they're compensating for each other, they won't break the harness, they won't break the poles.
And they don't say whether the guy got further jail time when the snake was found to have been neglected, on top of what he got for animal cruelty.
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This amuses the crap out of me for the pure and simple reason that my Dad used to be known (at uni IIRC) as 'Bloody #lastname', and he likes to call his house 'Chateau Sanguinaire'. And he really likes frogs, especially the ones living in his garden. He doesn't have Wombles, but it's only a matter of time before I slip him one disguised as a garden gargoyle (he likes gargoyles and statues, too, the more horrifying ugly, the better). So appropriate for something random.