I Haven't Gone Dark

I've just been trying really hard not to get sick. With only minimal success.

Tomorrow? The joys of Monica.

Two Words x 10

Feeling punk.

Phlegm factory.

Primaries today.

Indiana Hoosiers.

North Carolina.

Obama 08.

Weekend party.

Big fun.

More later

when well.

Time for Another Steaming Cuppa

Crap.

I know it is winter. I know that it is around about this time that contagion flourish and people succumb to same. But it always annoys me when I get sick right around this time, which I do just about every other year, what with it being the weekend of The Child's birthday and arrangements needing to be made. Lord, one year...I think it was her 5th birthday...I was so sick that I had to call her godmother to help. I muddled through and as soon as her party was over I took to my bed. Later I was watching video of the party and I was all, "They were there?" and "That happened?" and "God-dad played his bagpipes?" I barely remembered a thing. That's sick.

This isn't that sick but it's day two of a brain tumor plus all the snorting afflictions I've been coping with all week and I'm in a right foul mood about it, let me tell you.

At least my hair is awesome.

Point is, must muddle through and accomplish one or two things before returning to the sanctuary of my bed, including devising some sort of decoy gift because the laptop she's getting for her present hasn't actually been ordered yet. I did pick up those High School Musical socks for her yesterday...

No, she doesn't read my blog.

Crazy, right? If you were 14 and your mom had a blog wouldn't you totally be checking it out to see what she was saying about you? Me too! The Child, apparently, did not get our paranoid gene.

Also, and this has nothing to do with anything, but I'm about ready to start slapping people. Hillary and Barack are both pissing me off and they'd better knock it off and get back to the issues. In other political news, I saw part of the Republican debate last night and would just like to say that Mitt Romney still makes my skin crawl.

Right. Here's a little song. Has nothing to do with anything. I just like it. And dang, is that Sling on the bass? Dude! Cool jacket. Do you still have the number for the drummer? He's cute.




The American Breed "Bend Me, Shape Me"

Over-using I Statements

I am very upset about Heath Ledger. Very upset, indeed. I was saddened by the passing of Suzanne Pleshette as well, because we love her, do we not? But the thing with Heath, well, that's just shocking and sad.

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I am supposed to meet a client today but am sick. The Child and Spouse have already had this particular contagion. I fended it off prior to the weekend but it is here now, lodging primarily in my throat. The Spouse finds that amusing because I sound like Estelle, Joey's agent on "Friends".

"Joey, dahling, I have a job for you. How do you feel about getting naked?"

OK, that's not remotely funny when you just look at the written word. But trust, when I do it with my just-had-my-first-two-packs-of-Marlboro's-for-the-day voice, it's funny.

Point is, I think I should probably stay home and drink more honey and lemon and maybe I can see her tomorrow.

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I love my superfantastic hair but as is the way of all haircuts, I had to wash it and now it's not quite as superfantastic. I need a flat iron, apparently. Rats.

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I was trying to sleep the other night while The Spouse was watching a show about what would happen to the earth if humans were suddenly gone. It's the sort of show that I hate most. First, they decided that they had to set up the circumstances by which there would be no more humans, which involved Mayan calendars and Revelation and Nostradamus and chicken innards all mooshed together.

(BTW, apparently we only have 'til 2012, so I'm saying, get out there and drive up those credit card balances and take that trip you've always wanted. What the hey hey).

Anygoo, then the show launches into the steps by which Earth will revert to an entirely natural "you'd never even guess they'd been here" state. And at first I was totally annoying The Spouse because when they'd talk about all the power plants shutting down and the world being plunged into darkness (except, apparently, where the Hoover Dam is, 'cause that sucker is good to go for a while without any help) and I'd say, "Who cares?"

Because, let's face it, if there's no one around to notice that the lights have gone out, it's not really that dramatic. Right? The drama was when the big plasma whatsadingy happened and we were all vaporized or whatever.

There was one thing that I thought was cool (and remember, I was trying to sleep so I was just coming in and out of all this). Apparently the cats are going to live in the high rise apartments and they might even learn to fly. I think that is just adorable.

Unfortunately, if it comes to that, we won't be here to see it. More's the pity.

(Meanwhile, I'm still puzzling over how it is that dogs, cats, rats and other such like are going to survive what we couldn't. I probably should have been paying more attention).

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I heard a rumor that the writer's strike is going to be settled in time for Hollywood to have a proper Oscars ceremony. That would be pleasant, don'tcha think? Except now I have to steel myself to see pictures of Suzanne Pleshette and Heath Ledger during the In Memoriam bit.

Far Flung

I love my site meter. In the early days of blogging I was completely obsessed with it, checking it at least every hour and my mood rising or falling like the tides depending on how many hits I got.

I'm over that now and usually only check it once a week or less. But my favorite part is the world map. I click to see the last 100 readers and it is just too cool. This morning, for example, there were hits as far flung as Wellington, New Zealand and Barrow, Alaska. The UAE, Chile, Germany, Nova Scotia (where I hope to someday fly my Lear jet to see the total eclipse of the sun). Then there were all the little clusters on the US map. I can make assumptions about some of the little dots, Dame Judi was just on as was Poodle. But then there are surprises, places where I don't know that I know anyone and I wonder who they are, if they are regular readers or just passing through.

And I even wonder what the weather is like where they (you) are. It's a lovely day here. Is the sun shining as generously on the brownstones of the Bronx or the rooftops of Lambeth, England? I wonder if they (you) all had a good night's rest (I didn't) and if you started your day with a lovely hot cup of something (I did). What will you be up to today? Any interesting plans for the evening? Are you well?

Yep, I like my site map. It makes me think globally. I like that.

And I didn't sleep well because I have this stupid cold that makes for snorking and other nonsense and I kept walking myself up. I'll tell you one thing, though, that Spouse of mine totally took the "sickness and health" bit of our vows seriously. He's been doing all sorts of homely things this morning so I don't have to. Which is just superfantastic of him.

And if I end up taking to my bed, he will bring me tea and soup and make sure I'm comfy. I don't think it will come to that. I just need to not overdo, drink my fluids and maybe take a nap later.

I'll amuse myself by playing videos over at The Club for a while. (We've been very busy, figuring out how to download and upload videos ourselves. Thus we are creating a little cache of videos (did I say little? JP says it's looking like it will be 3000 before we are done) so that we can always play what we want when we want. It's a lot of work (for a hobby) but it's liberating, too. And I just love production meetings).

Have a lovely day, wherever you are.

Blechity Blech

The blechiness is wiping me out but there's an up-side. It has morphed from mere scratchy throat to a husky voiced, Kathleen Turner sort of thing. I'm walking around saying, "You aren't too smart. I like that in a man". It sounds cool.

Blech

Icky cold. Feeling blechy. But not so blechy that I should be in bed. Don't even want to be in bed. Just want hot tea. Toast. Words. Words would be good.

May I Have Your Attention, Please?

I truly appreciate how y'all are stepping up to accept responsibility for possibly infecting my household with flu.

For what it's worth, I would rather that you just refrain from infecting us in the first place.

Thank you.