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Ticket To Ride
This alone is making it hard not for me to go to Florida this year for vacation.
Revenge of the Mummy ride Universal Studios Florida Hollywood
Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory
The AH Open House Spectacular was yesterday. I didn't plan on staying very long, and ended up being the second to last to leave. I figured that there would be an amazing amount of estrogen, and the only other men there would be church-going sports lovers.
And for the most part, that's very true. There were a couple library spouses who sat very quietly nibbling on their food, fitting in even worse than I assumed I would.
But, it turned out that most people there remembered me from the BH Church And A Couple Pagans Fourth Of July Picnic Spectacular. And, aside from the women being, in most cases, the very ideal of the yuppy Naperville church moms, I get along with everyone.
A's German next door neighbor loves me. And I can't but help loving the old German women. I came from their ilk. A's also neighbors with my grade school gym teacher. And that's all shades of crazy.
So, I helped out where they needed it, taking coats and presents so A didn't have to walk the stairs repeatedly. Stuck around to help clean up. Met some people. Held actual conversation. And it's that last one that really shocks even me. I CONNECTED with people. I actively avoid that.
The one guy promises that he'll convince B to get me a job at Digital Kitchen. How fun would that be. I'm working on learning After Effects and Flame. That's my Christmas goal.
And, B also has a bad habit of HORRIBLY embarrassing me in large groups of people. He brought me into the room and introduced me to those who never met me as the artistic genius who created A's baby cook book. He went on to rave about me, and it all just makes me very self conscious.
So, it was a fun day. But for all their righteousness, I find it very funny that the church people left quickly, before they could offer to clean. Lazy jerks.
And The Sky Is Gray
California dreamin'....on SUCH A WINTER'S DAY!!!!!!
Went into a church...
Okay. I'll stop.
All The Leaves Are Brown
Stuck working today. Stuck working with my boss today. Several new brain lesions should exist by the end of the day.
Thanksgiving
Bruce Stockler on Thanksgiving on National Review Online
The Day Is Long
Weird exhaustion induced dream.
We were in what was basically an open faced supermarket. The front of it opened up into a stage, where the supermarket was the stage, and it was looking out onto the audience. The group of us were waiting, because we were going to play with Johnny Cash. We had paid to see him, and were asked to play. I was nervous because I was asked to play the piano. SR was playing guitar. And don't remember much else, other than I lost the music so I couldn't remember what needed to be played. SR was upset at this. Also, EH was there, and she organized it. But, for some reason EH was an incredibly attractive black woman. Like, I will be born and there will be no more war attractive. I woke up before we got to play with Johnny though. I think the song was Everybody Hurts.
I swear this to be real
Make It Stop
Kafka: Complete Stories?
All Families Are Psychotic?
Spider?
Prey?
Eragon?
The Hits Keep On Coming
I'm reaching the 24 hours without sleep point. I'm about 25 minutes away. My new goal is just not sleeping until I collapse because my body says, "I'm so done with your stupid ideas."
I need a new book. Nothing I have interests me. I'm tempted to go pick up Steve Martin's new one. But, I have this stack here. And I just don't know what to read.
Stiff: The Life Of The Human Cadaver?
Chinese Takeout?
Winner of the National Book Award?
House of Leaves?
Return of the King?
Nothing strikes my fancy.
Time To Make A Change
Got rid of the archives on the side there. Figured the archive index would do for that. I can hear the sadness from the inky darkness. I replaced it with a box listing my past few books read. It's pretty empty right now, but, it'd be nice to be able to keep track of the books I've read somewhere.
Time Is Not On My Side
So. It's SIX in the fucking morning, and there's no sign of sleep for Mike. Sure, I could probably get into bed, but at this point, it's almost pointless. I tried sleeping three different times, and it just didn't take. I sat in bed, fingers a'tappin', waiting for the sweet, humid breath of sleep to wash over me. But. Yeah. No.
On the upside, I finished "Down And Out In The Magic Kingdom." I liked it. Whether that be because it focuses on my favorite Disney World proper ride, the Haunted Mansion, or that it was just a fun, easy read, where sure they through jargon at you, but it didn't rely on that jargon to move the plot along. And, by the end, I was actually rooting for the main character, angry and upset at the way the plot was moving forward. So that has to be a sign of a good book.
I also beat "Return of the King." I'd say it's spoiler heavy, but not really. It doesn't mention a lot of the stuff I know that happens. The final battle is fun. I guess I'll start Viewtiful Joe now.
Oh yeah. The reason for my insomnia. It all stems from my doctor's visit earlier today...
1) My original doctor has retired. I was not alerted to this. The "leave of absence" he was on was apparently retirement. I have a new doc now. He seems nice. From West Virginia.
2) The medicine I've been on, Rebif, has apparently NOT been working. Which leads to...
3) They found several new lesions in my brain. And possibly some on my spine. This is the reason for my vision and balance problems.
4) This raises concern, for what I thought he called a lesion cluster, or lesion bomb. If I get too many at once, it will fuck with my higher cognitive processes. That's bad.
5) So, I have 3 more MRI's to do now, plus some crazy swirly television screen watching to do while I'm tripped out on valium.
6) This all depresses me to no end.
I told MF and AH about it, as they are the two most concerned about me, aside from parents. They couldn't really respond. Awed silence. Shocked silence. And who could blame them. I was the same way. Sure I was telling the doctor it was ok, but in my head I'm screaming,
"FUCK IT ALL! GIVE ME A KNIFE! I'M GOING OUT ELLIOTT SMITH STYLE!"
Needless to say it sucks. It only makes me want to quit my job and go live on a beach. Be an artist beach bum. That's the life Mike needs.
I Need Some Money To Lean On
I must own this...
Ben Sherman Beatles Help - Wedgewood Blue
Memegen
Giving Up Feels So Low
Gave up on Return of the King for now. Tempted to just let it be until the movie comes out.
So, now I'm reading "Down and Out In the Magic Kingdom." which is so far, just a goofy goofy sci-fi fantasy meets post modern ideas type of novel.
Mostly depressed. Bad news from the doc. Not in a mood to write about it.
Another Brick In The Wall
I received this link for "A Second Chance" by George W. Bush from the Progressive Librarian mailing list I'm on.
Thought it was funny.
She Would Have Been Twenty-Three
I went and picked up this The Gorey End based on the review I just linked there, and man, talk about weird, dark fun. The singer sounds like Tiny Tim with a little more testosterone. And it all has this weird, silent film music quality to it. All very vaudville and melodrama with its singing saws and accordians. The lyrics are based on Edward Gorey's works, and my favorite song so far is the ABC song.
I'd give you some lyrics, but the CD is in the car, and I just ain't going back into the cold.
It started snowing today. None of that lake front stuff Chicago usually gets. Real snow. But it was too cold for anything to stick. But, it marks that the next three months are going to suck for Mike. Stupid weather affected mood.
Keeping Things Status Quo
It wouldn't be a complete week without our President upsetting someone....
GROUND FARCE 1
Dream About Us, Together Again
While still not having completely won me over, I watched Disc Two of the first season of Six Feet Under, and my favorite line was when they were discussing God, and Nate says to Brenda,
"You don't believe? How can you live like that?"
And Brenda responds,
"Some days I wake up feeling so fucking empty, I wish I'd never been born. But what else am I gonna do?"
Yep. One step closer to winning me over.
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