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| Tuesday, November 10th, 2009 |
ad_exia
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2:00p |
Happiness is writing a letter... oh look, turtles!
So far I am disappointed in this tropical storm everyone's been talking about. All it's done is made it HOT all over again when the weather was just getting nice! Boo. D: This week is going to be totally crazy; the buses aren't running tomorrow for the holiday so I think I'm going to try to work from home. But I also got in late today (stupid pest control - or, well, stupid me, I really need to learn to not go back to bed even if I still have 20 minutes before I need to get up) so I'm going to stay late tonight to catch up, since I don't have to run. I had this weird dream this morning though, which I can only partly remember, but I think it involved Jake from Hannah Montana. Like, we'd accidentally body-swapped or something, and we kept trying to get back to our own bodies but nothing we tried worked. XD; That's pretty fail, brain. Friday and Saturday is STARS (including a scavenger hunt and ahaha, I don't know my way around campus! ::diiies::), and Sunday is Disney. I'm actually really just looking forward to going to Epcot, plunking myself down in one of the countries, and sitting for a nice long while with a coffee or something. Since I'll likely either be by myself (or hopefully with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) violet_lane), I can take it easy and just enjoy the atmosphere, which I really want to do. :D Especially since I get in for free! And then hopefully I will get home in time for Venture Bros. XD Also, to all you NaNo people posting snippets, I keep meaning to read everything you've posted up so far and I haven't gotten to do it yet! But I will! It probably doesn't help that all my spare time is spent plugging away at my own crazy epic PJO fic or reading 501st, which I am about halfway through and really don't want to put down. I'm going to be so sad when it's done (but at this point I am still hopeful that there will still be more to come!). Also, it really makes me want to write a clone fic. You know. In all my spare time. >>; (But seriously. I <3 Niner. Niner needs more love. Lots more. <3) Okay, off to enjoy a few more minutes of "lunch break" before getting back to work. I want to have some final-ish tables by tonight, I can do it! Current Mood:  busyCurrent Music: talking to Tyler... |
_gatecrasher_
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1:12p |
I have always secretly wanted to learn how to tap dance. There, I said it...now it's out in the open. I just called The Dance Complex in Central Square to inquire more about their beginner tap dancing classes on Thursday nights and left a message for the instructor. I'm not sure if it's a program/session or if I just drop in, but if it's open classes, I think I'm going to try my first class next Thursday to see how I like it. I've never taken a dance class before (other than Capoeira) and am a self-proclaimed klutz, so this should be interesting. It's time to try something new this winter anyway, besides my usual regimen of running, skiing and finishing up my Master's. Current Mood:  excited |
starkodama
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11:03p |
They caught Tatsuya Ichihashi! AWESOME. It took em long enough, but I'm glad this story finally has an end. RooG went to the hospital today to get tested for the flu. He declared the Q-tip test to be "not that bad", but then he added that when he was a kid he used to often jam his finger all the way up his nose. Uhh. D: Anyway, the results said he just has a regular cold, not the flu. So he took the medicine they gave him and he's feeling better already. I feel a lot better too-- the fever, aches, pains, and chills are all gone so now it's just like a regular cold. I love Tamiflu~!! RooG made chanko nabe for dinner. YUMMY!! I also asked him to pick out his three favorite roach pics to post to this journal. ENJOY!  This is Kim Jong Nam. He's often bullied by the others and pushed out of the shelter.  Two babies right after molting. It takes an hour or two for their skin to turn brown again. After they finish molting, they eat the old skin. Yum!  Don't know why, but roaches LOVE fish food! Current Mood:  happyCurrent Music: Sting-- Seven Days |
_gatecrasher_
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8:51a |
This is one of those mornings that starts off with a bang for no good reason other than it's a new day. I love mornings like this where I feel an extra spring in my step and smile a little wider when I greet everyone with a "Good Morning"! And I had a Herman sighting this morning, which is great because I hadn't seen him in quite some time and was beginning to get worried. He stopped me on the Congress Street bridge with his brightest-smile-in-the-world, trenchcoat flapping in the breeze, briefcase leaking its usual drips of papers, pushed up his glasses, looked me in the eye and asked me very genuinely how everything is going. I just gave my usual smile back and said my usual "Very well!" and then we both continued in our opposite directions. It's funny having a stranger "friend", where we know nothing about one another other than our names. Life feels great and I feel great, and healthy, and happy for the most part. And damn, I can't wait to go for a run tonight. Training at high mileage has really changed the way that I run and could be the very reason for the morning chipperness and energized outlook. Happy Tuesday everyone! Make it a good one! :) Current Mood: cheerful |
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dilbertdaily
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apod
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| Monday, November 9th, 2009 |
ozy_y2k
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10:47p |
The Brave One (2007)
Jodie Foster wants to try to flip the script in Neil (THE CRYING GAME) Jordan's THE BRAVE ONE; instead of being the victim of a twisted, sociopathic vigilante, as she was when playing the innocent 12-year old prostitute to Robert De Niro's Travis Bickle in TAXI DRIVER, this time she wants to be the crazed, street-stalking, late-night vengeance-dealing vigilante herself. And director Jordan, who never met a perfectly straightforward movie script which he couldn't self-consciously artsy-fartsy up with a whole lot of unnecessary lens blur, skew camera angles, and other grade-school level pseudo-Expressionist horsepuckey, isn't happy simply making a woman-centric version of DEATH WISH; nope, he wants to make some Grand Psychological Statement about how the process of resorting to vigilantism takes its toll on the soul of the hunter as they pursue the hunted, or some nonsense like that. It's remarkably similar to the incoherent psychobabble which ruined Jordan's earlier IN DREAMS, in which he took two perfectly capable and respectable actors (Annette Bening and Robert Downey Jr.) and smothered them under a load of crypto-Freudian posturing so thick that the movie almost wasn't able to come up for air. THE BRAVE ONE is C-minus writing at best, sometimes even D-plus, all gussied up under a load of pretentious cinematography and editing that is designed to call so much attention to itself as artifice, it's as if someone asked Alejandro Amenabar to direct Sly Stallone as Rambo. In other words, it's primo cheesetastic grindhouse ridiculousity dressed up in sheep's clothing, a genre-exploitation flick made even less palatable by virtue of the fact that Jordan treats the whole thing as if he's painting the goddamn Sistine Chapel ceiling or something. In THE BRAVE ONE, Foster plays Erica Bain, a New York City radio talk show host (think NPR Fresh Air, not Rush Limbaugh), who loses her fiancee David (Naveen Andrews) as a result of the two of them being caught in a vicious random mugging and beating one night in a tunnel by a group of random gangbangers as they are strolling through Central Park. As a result of the subsequent PTSD that Bain suffers as a result of the assault and David's murder, she finds her personality radically changing; once she is released from the hospital, she becomes severely agoraphobic, and all of the nooks and crannies of the city which once brought her pleasure now provoke no reaction other than fear. If Jordan had been content with stopping there, and using the rest of his film to simply examine the psychosomatic aftereffects and emotional toll that such a brutal crime would take on an innocent woman's psyche, he would have wound up with a much stronger, more nuanced film. But, nope, he decides to go the sensationalistic route, instead, and has the terrified and jumping-at-shadows Erica go out and buy herself a gun, ostensibly for self-protection...and that's when the film REALLY jumps the rails. All of a sudden, this quiet, mousy, unassuming woman, who had apparently (at least before the mugging incident) managed to live her entire lifetime in the heart of the city with nothing seriously untoward happening to her, is subjected, within the span of a short couple of weeks after she gets out of the hospital, to one unprovoked assault and incident after another. She is caught in a convenience store when a guy runs in and, as an apparent result of a domestic dispute, shoots the clerk behind the counter, which provokes Avenging Angel Jodie to empty some lead into him, in return. A few short days after THAT, she's on the subway, minding her own business, when another group of street punks try to rob and knife her, and she's "forced" to pull a Bernie Goetz on their asses. Seriously, is it even REMOTELY credible that one woman is going to be subjected to this much bad luck in such a short period of time? As a result, overnight, the tiny Erica suddenly becomes Chuck Bronson Redux, plugging perps and occasionally pausing just long enough to do the anguished, Lady Macbeth, "out, damned spot!" thing with respect to the blood she tends to get all over her hands. Puh-leeeeeze. The above examples of lazy scripting are just a few of the real forehead-slappers that all but ruin THE BRAVE ONE. Erica then forges an improbable connection, seemingly at random, with a police detective (Terence Howard, who tries mightily to act as well as he possibly can in this piece of pulpy trash, although there's just no saving his performance OR Foster's, thanks to the completely horrid script) who is responsible for investigating the seemingly unconnected work of the mysterious "vigilante". And, during the course of a number of their conversations, Bain all but paints this poor detective dude a neon Technicolor seven-foot-high banner which says "I DID IT, PLZ TO ARREST ME NOW KTHX", in glow-in-the-dark paint. And yet he's *still* too dim to realize, until almost 3/4ths of the way through the film, that the exact same person who he's trying to track down for all of these shootings, is the Nice But Kind Of Nervously Twitchy Girl who's interviewing him for her radio show. There are only so many implausibilities and suspensions-of-disbelief that a director can ask his audience to accept in the course of watching a movie like this, and Jordan cashes in every single one of his "get out of craptacular script jail free" cards in the film's first half-hour or so, leaving him absolutely nothing left when he REALLY needs to start leaning on the audience's goodwill and willingness to overlook some of these more ridiculous plotting holes in the film's second half. Once Jodie pulls a full-on Travis Bickle and starts running through the streets just shooting everything in sight, all hope is lost for any possibility that the film will be anything but total junk. And the ending...whoooo, let's not even TALK about the ending, which features an inexplicable character reversal that comes so far out of left field that it seems as if the screenwriters arrived at their ending by tossing darts at a dartboard full of potential third-act closure possibilities. But regardless, Jordan, Foster and Howard plug blithely along, hoping against hope that, if they make everything look tortured and angsty enough, no one will notice how fundamentally bogus this entire story is. If Howard's Detective Mercer had a brain in his head, he would have slapped the cuffs on Bain and hauled her down to the station about three minutes after first coming face to face with Foster's bundle of mannered tics and twitches masquerading as a human being. However, if he did that, the movie would be, like, about seventeen minutes long. And we certainly can't have THAT, now, can we? RATING: * 1/2 |
catch_twentytwo
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10:02p |
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derspatchel
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9:29p |
(And by the way, you sulky brat, the answer is to be!)
To those of you recently (I think about two or three) who pointed me in the direction of Slings & Arrows: Man, thank you very much. Two episodes in and I am very much taken by it. Am very interested to see how the storylines develop from here. |
| Tuesday, November 10th, 2009 |
starkodama
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8:54a |
Flu times two
I woke up this morning feeling a lot better. Well, I still feel bad, but now it just feels like a regular cold. My fever's gone down two whole degrees. Yesterday I could do absolutely nothing. Even sitting up was rough. So I laid around all day long and watched the movies I'd rented ( Kinky Boots and The Bucket List, both good!). They gave me Tamiflu and a fever reducer medicine. I've only taken the Tamiflu twice so far, but already it's made a big difference. RooG came home announcing that he wasn't feeling so good. And sure enough, as of today he had a slight fever and a lot of same symptoms as me, so right now he's at the hospital waiting to get a Q-tip jammed up his nose. >_> The nurse said that you usually develop flu symptoms two days after being exposed to it. I started feeling sick on Sunday, but on Friday, one of my students showed up to class. I asked him what was wrong, and he said his wife and son were at home with the swine flu. So I wonder if I got it from him? But really, there's no telling where I got it from. I wash my hands often, but all it takes is one contaminated train handle or door knob or... In other news, I'm happy it's gotten colder because of the FOOD!! Winter means hot tea-- I've busted out the Celestial Seasonings holiday teas again! It also means wakame soup, nabe, and oden. I think I'll make nabe for dinner tonight. Mmmmm. Nabe. Current Mood:  relaxedCurrent Music: Fall Out Boy-- She's My Winona |
| Monday, November 9th, 2009 |
entelein
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7:04p |
bulb
It was great to be back at work! :) It was not so great with the coughing, but I was glad to be back. I am so grateful to have a job. The guy who oversees all of QA does these 'fireside chats' with everyone about once a month to kind of check in with people and update them and hear back any feedback they may have. Today was my first official one, and while most of it was stuff he's gone over with me before from when I flew in for Dave's wedding and swung by to have a chat with him about coming back, it was still good reinforcement. I feel cozy and good about the near future, and about working hard and doing well. It's a really, really nice feeling. I also got to hear about a project or two I hadn't been briefed on previously, so that was cool. :) Yay, stuff to look forward to! On the way home I stopped at Walgreens to pick up some more Ricola drops, some cough medicine (my coughs are, uh, somewhat productive, but I'd like them to feel less annoying and hacky), and I actually found the proper bulb for one of the light panels under the microwave over the stovetop. I often use just that light in the kitchen, as I find the overhead fluorescent too noisy and bright, so having both panels lit is a piece of domestic bliss, I tell you. It's the little things about settling in to this apartment and this place that keep me going - all the little comforts and efficiencies that make coming home so nice. I ain't Homemaker of the Year or anything, but I am sure many of you relate - what makes you happy about your home? |
michelf
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2:29p |
Quote of the day...
(2:24:45 PM) Pat: Me and some screenwriting buddies are watching "Salt of the Earth". (2:24:47 PM) Pat: It has..... (2:24:48 PM) Pat: ACTING (2:24:51 PM) Me: ??? (2:24:58 PM) Mel: What is this... acting? (2:25:28 PM) Pat: IT IS..... (2:25:30 PM) Pat: ACTING (2:25:37 PM) Pat: PORTRYAL OF... CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARACTER! (2:25:45 PM) Me: You don't say (2:25:51 PM) Me: I should look into it (2:27:03 PM) Pat: It helps with the moviefilms (2:27:33 PM) Me: I would like to be in a picture show some day (2:27:50 PM) Pat: I would like to write picture shows one day (2:28:53 PM) Me: If I study the ACTING can I be in the picture shows you write? (2:29:03 PM) Me: There's some costumes in the barn and my Dad knows music! Current Mood:  amused |
anton_p_nym
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4:08p |
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timtamfan
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12:08p |
I read thru my old posts today
and came to a few conclusions: 1. I should have been on antidepressants much sooner. 2. My friends are witty, intelligent, under-appreciated, and incredibly supportive. 3. Smith and Moynan (2008) were right that emotional things can be forgotten just as easily as non-emotional. Current Mood:  contemplative |
derspatchel
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11:48a |
I done writ a lot this weekending
I find myself working on two concurrent pieces about the Byfar Hour -- one regarding the improvisational aspects of the pre-show (and that pizza!) and one in response to an interesting post by woodwardiocom regarding the levels of metafiction in the Byfar Hour and The Big Broadcast as a whole. There's a lot of questions to be answered, some of which I'm perfectly happy letting people answer for themselves, but there were other artistic goals which I think it necessary to explain. Then there's the annotations I'm already making for the inevitable commentary track should our recordings turn out all right (no multi-track mixer on site meant either a single channel bootleg off the sound board or a omni recorder dangling on a boom off the balcony) and stuff. Beyond that I can't say anything more about release plans because there's a lot of things to iron out there and I don't wish to make any more presumptions about future merch. :P There's also a surprise which I'm almost finished with for those on the PMRP current mailing list. It, uh, ties up a loose end or two (which we'd always meant to keep untied, mind you.) You'll see. Now is the time when we also start planning for Red Shift's yearly Arisia show in January. Michael Simon is joining our writing team for reals yo, and I hope we'll start work on the story this week. Unfortunately the PMRP won't be part of First Night this year due to budgetary problems on their side. While that is a real shame considering we did so well for 'em last year, it gives us actual time this year to actually work on a Red Shift script rather than whip one up in a week and a half. The last time we had the luxury to really work out a script, it was for Havoc over Holowood and it turned out to be one of our best scripts yet. I'm looking forward to figuring out what we do this time around. There's also the notion that Frank, Amelia, Lex, Jenny, Charley and the gang will return sometime next year, but those cards will be kept very close until I've finalized more details. No cryptic promises or teasing here, honest. I do think I've found a new character to write in, though. I was supposed to catch up on Mad Men, Venture Bros, and hell even 30 Rock this weekend, but I kept typing and typing and typing and then dealing with the cat every 5 minutes which derailed my train of thought more than I'd care to admit, so I got very frustrated and not everything got done. But the Byfar yammering will come next, I'm sure. |
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apod
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| Sunday, November 8th, 2009 |
ozy_y2k
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11:20p |
Marley & Me (2008)
Probably the one thing that surprised me the most about the man-and-his-dog tearjerker MARLEY & ME, directed by David (THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA) Frankel, was that, ultimately, the movie was much more about the "me" of the title, a newspaper columnist named John Grogan (who is a real person, and whose Mitch Albom-esque columns in a Miami newspaper formed the basis of the book upon which this film was based) than it was about the "Marley". Grogan, played by Owen Wilson, and his wife Jenny, played by Jennifer Aniston, are a couple of newlyweds when the movie begins; as a birthday present for his wife (and, at least initially, as a somewhat self-serving way to distract her from paying attention to her ticking biological clock by giving her something ELSE to mother), John picks out a runt-of-the-litter Labrador puppy which he names after Bob Marley, and who stays with the Grogans throughout most of their adult lives, and through several children and a couple of job changes and cross-country moves. Like most loyal pets, Marley serves as an emotional constant on which the rest of the family gradually grows around; a sort of lynchpin who is always amusingly, annoyingly getting into things and chewing up furniture and eating everything in sight, but who is an uncritical receptacle and generator of unconditional love in the way that all pets are to their loving owners. But MARLEY & ME is much less about the dog's comedic hijinks than I expected, and much more about John and Jenny's progression into the sort of comfortable, middle-class, family-oriented domesticity that involves things like the inevitable move to the suburbs, the occasional late-night fights borne of married overfamiliarity and frustration, and the thousands of little compromises that people make with themselves when they gradually realize they're slipping closer and closer to middle age and their lives haven't exactly turned out According To Plan, but are nonetheless satisfying anyway. Frankel's film is a dramedy in the truest sense, which means that it's one part over-the-top wacky scene stealing laughs from the rambunctious Lab, one part tearjerking weepiness as the dog gradually, inevitably gets older and slower and closer to death (as all living beings must), and one part clear-eyed examination of how families, especially families with pets, tend to sprout in a number of directions messily and organically, rather than fitting into some sort of formula. I was greatly relieved to see that Frankel's film, although it does get a little mawkish and sentimentalized at times, doesn't often talk down to its audience, and that Wilson and Aniston seem to have genuine chemistry, not only with each other but with all of the numerous dogs of varying ages who portray "Marley" at various stages in his long life. And a special shout out to the animal wranglers, who, despite the fact that they were undoubtedly working with a number of canine actors of radically varying temperaments, manage nonetheless to imbue "Marley" with a consistently infectious and fun temperament throughout the length of the entire film. The dog is no saint, to be sure -- more than once, usually after he's gleefully trashed an entire room full of furniture or eaten some precious heirloom, Grogan is heard to refer to him, exasperated, as "the world's worst dog", but it's clear that there is a lot of love that exists between this pup and his family, and the doggie stand-in actors manage to accomplish this, with a lot of help from a surprisingly affecting Wilson and Aniston, probably about 95% of the time. I think probably the second half of this film is a little more engaging than the first, which at times comes across as a little frenetic, like it's trying too hard to capture the distracted state of younger John's mindset when he's preoccupied with establishing himself and his identity, both in his career as a columnist (and wannabe hard-news journalist), and in his fledgling marriage. The film just feels richer, truer, and more authentic, when it gets to about the midpoint, and John and Jenny have been married for a while, and have slipped into the comfortable (and occasionally stifling) routine of their middle-class lives like a worn old fuzzy bathrobe. And yes, MARLEY gets depressing at times, but Frankel doesn't seem like he's going for obvious, cheap pathos just to wring an unearned tear out of the moviegoer's eye. By the time the film is finished, we've spent enough time in the company of the Grogans, and Marley, that we actually start to care for the dog, and thus are legitimately sad when (SPOILER!) he dies at the end. But it's an honest, heartfelt death, and most of this movie is similarly heartfelt. Is it great art? Meh, probably not. But it's sweet, and kindhearted, and even an anthracite-hearted misanthrope such as your humble reviewer isn't QUITE churlish enough to try and pretend that I wasn't legitimately moved more than once or twice at various points in the movie. I sniffled just before the end credits, I admit it. RATING: *** |
| Monday, November 9th, 2009 |
starkodama
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11:19a |
Flu flu
I went to the hospital. The whole ordeal took a little more than two hours, which kinda sucks considering that very little of that time was spent actually speaking to a doctor or nurse. But the hospital's only 10 minutes' walk from my house, so I guess you can't complain. They took my temperature and I had a temp of 37.4. 36 is normal body temperature here, so I had a bit of a fever. He listened to my chest with the stethoscope and asked some questions and then he said he'd give me a flu test. The flu test was a really long, thin Q-tip. He held my shoulder and said "This is gonna hurt" and plunged it in and dug around for what felt like forever. it REALLY REALLY hurt and big fat tears came spilling out of my eye. Even now my poor nostril feels violated. He gave me a paper mask to wear and sent me back to the waiting room. Later a nurse came and grabbed me. "You've got influenza," she said and led me to this empty, tiny room and closed the door behind me. She wanted to know where I worked and whether I knew anyone that had it. I really don't have any idea where I may have gotten it from, and that seemed to worry her. A while after the doctor came to the room and said I have influenze and I'll give you medicine. He said he didn't know whether it was swine flu or just regular flu, but as long as I take the medicine I'll be fine. I paid the money and recieved the medicine right there in the little room, cos they didn't want me walking around and contaminating others. They said to go right home and not leave for at least 2 days. So here I am. Today is RooG's birthday (he's 30!!!!!), but he said he'd come straight home after work to look after me. :) Canceled all my classes for today and tomorrow. I have to eat lunch so I can take my first Tamiflu. I don't think I've ever had the flu before, actually... there's a first time for everything I guess! Current Mood:  sickCurrent Music: Kylie Minogue-- Slow |
| Sunday, November 8th, 2009 |
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| Monday, November 9th, 2009 |
starkodama
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2:58a |
Sicko
I am officially sick. Fever, body aches, occassional chills, you name it. I hated to do it but I called last night to cancel my 8 AM class this morning, and the way things are going I may have to cancel the 5:45 one too. D: The swine flu is going around so I'm going to go to the hospital later to get checked out, just to be sure. It's 3 AM... I went to bed at 11 but woke up at 1:30, miserable. :/ So I'm sitting here rewatching Sicko, the Michael Moore documentary on American healthcare, which I rented on a whim the other day. Allz I can say is, I'm glad I live in Japan. ;_; When I'm sick like I am now, I can just go to the hospital, any one I like, and I have to pay just a little of the total cost. But now I'm seriously wondering if RooG and I should buy insurance for our trip to the US in December. We'll be there only nine days, but if God forbid we were to befall some horrible illness or accident while there, there's no way we'd be able to afford the hospital bills. D: Have you ever gotten travelers' health insurance? Current Mood: sickCurrent Music: Deep Forest-- Le Baiser |
| Sunday, November 8th, 2009 |
atdt1991
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10:19a |
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incyr
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8:10a |
Resistance 2: Collectors Edition
Trying this again. I have a barely used copy of Resistance 2: Collectors edition, complete with figurine, bonus DVD & art book. I'd love for this to go to a good home, with someone who will play it. Anyone interested? I'd love $50 ($45 + $5 S/H), but I'm very open to other offers. It's a great game - just didn't do it for me in the right ways. |
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dilbertdaily
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12:00a |
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entelein
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2:52a |
almost better
Still sick. Still not king. The cold is breaking up quite a bit - any coughing I am doing today is fairly productive, and non-painful. Throat is no longer really sore, and the whole left side of my face is one big sinus cavity that is ticklish and in some pain. I've been dosing more seriously with the daytime sinus meds, and trying to make more effort to sleep. Oh! Also no fever - in fact, other than one reading a couple days ago that might've been a slight spike due to over-exerting myself (like, up to a 98.8 for maybe an hour or two), I've been holding steady around 97.6 or so. Basically, my schedule over the last several days has been to get up pretty early to feed the cat or watch her eat, eat some breakfast myself, hydrate, maybe do one tiny chore, and then watch movies or TV show episodes until I get tired in the early afternoon, at which point I fall into a crazy deep sleep. Then I wake up, hydrate some more, and watch more TV stuff until I am totally tired and it's stupid o'clock in the morning, and then I repeat the whole process. Basic things are still tiring me out - I got annoyed with half of my bedroom looking like sick person central, so I tidied up all the tissues and mugs from tea and a few dishes and blister packs from sinus meds, and I vacuumed the rug, and it just about wiped me out energy-wise once I was done. Chad and Melissa were in the neighborhood tonight and had time to kill before needing to head back into Chapel Hill, so they swung by and we went to Pei Wei for dinner. It was packed there, so we opted to sit outside, even though there was just a hint of a chill. Even that wore me out pretty well, but it was nice to get out in the world and socialize and have noodles, even though I was pretty useless personality-wise. I then played some Gears 2 online with some work peeps, and started on Uncharted: Drake's Fortune, which is fun so far. I'd love to work on my apartment some more, but until I am done with this cold, I am pretty fatigued. Bleh. I am thinking tomorrow's gonna be a super sleep day. Maybe I will go check my mailbox (haven't checked the mail since Thursday or so), but other than that, it's definitely gonna be the big push to get well before Monday, since I want and need to get back to work. |
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