From way back:
Maria, other DC folks, and anyone else interested... link to my DC show in in my profile.
aurelia, are you in the show? Ed Gero is fabulous, such a sweetie (he's done shows as my theatre). Also, if you see a fabulous black guy who does hair and make up for the Finchandler, that's my friend Vincent.
amych, condolences. Two funerals is a lot for anyone's emotional reserves, especially so close together.
Poor mac. He is so lucky to have a mom like you, msbelle.
tommyrot, man, you went away. Don't do that.
BBC Sherlock Holmes are among the long list of characters that other people have informed me I in some respects resemble
I feel like I resemble SH in many ways, but my BFF's daughter has informed me that I am in fact Mycroft. Now I don't know if I'm really smart, or a lazy conniving amoral control freak.
I think I need to find new health professionals. My psychiatrist is good only in that he gives me Valium without giving me any crap on the side, and he didn't argue when I said I wanted to go off Welbutrin. He's bad in that by the next appointment he'd forgotten I was going off Welbutrin, and I have become suspicious that he's not actually paying attention to me. Also, his front desk never answers the phone, ever. It goes straight to voice mail, and half the time they don't call back. But all I'm taking now are Deplin and Valium, and much less of that last than I used to, so I feel very reluctant to interview new doctors and tell them my whole frickin' story all over again.
And my dermatologist, I'm suspecting, is in practice to sell expensive laser procedures. I've seen her several times, and she's never checked my skin for moles or, I dunno, anything. She's there to prescribe me Retin-A, and that's about all she does for me. The expensive procedure I submitted to did nothing at all.
I also need a GP, which I've never had, but with the change in my insurance this year, I need one. How does one pick a GP?
Dildocam made me cry. But that is not why that law is bad. What Jessica Said.
I have the hiccups because I ate too much. In my defense, dinner was lobster fettuccine with fennel cream sauce, pancetta, mushroom, and asparagus.
tommyrot, man, you went away. Don't do that.
Yes ma'am.
I just wish I could post more at work. Sometimes I'll do a threadsuck and read b.org on the train, but my foot/ankle's been bothering me lately so I've driven to work for the last few weeks rather than walking to the train station.
I'm dreading tomorrow. We're getting our first big snowstorm of the season tomorrow, and the worst is supposed to hit around afternoon rush hour. Driving home in that wold be hell, so I'm gonna try to take the train.
I'm thinking wearing boots will provide enough ankle support to let me do the extra walking.
I guess that means I should bring my snow boots to work, huh? I noticed that the L platforms have been pre-salted.
I am so glad I don't have to go to the office anymore. Everyone should have the option to work from home!
I once read a scifi story abut a society in which everyone lived in separate houses and never went out or saw anyone else in person; everything was done over picture phones. This was back in the 80s, I think. I thought, wow, that would never happen!
I once read a scifi story abut a society in which everyone lived in separate houses and never went out or saw anyone else in person; everything was done over picture phones. This was back in the 80s, I think. I thought, wow, that would never happen!
Isn't that kind of the situation in Fahrenheit 451? With the video walls and whatnot? (Don't quote me - it's been at least ten years since I've read it. So I'm probably mixing it up with something else.)
I still want my meatspace people, even if I'm not a touchy feely type. Which is why, despite hating everything, I'm looking forward to burger night with 3 of my neighbors tomorrow, with lots of dish! And market saturday with the northern crew (I keep TRYING to get them together, but always fail.) And wishing my vacation wasn't so measly, because I'd like to make trips to Dallas and Knoxville this year, but with weddings and family visits, my vacation time is fucked already.
Isn't that kind of the situation in Fahrenheit 451? With the video walls and whatnot? (Don't quote me - it's been at least ten years since I've read it. So I'm probably mixing it up with something else.)
Shoot, it might BE Fahrenheit 451. I read it ages ago and can't remember. Sad, I know.