Ouch. On the other hand, yeah, I wouldn't buy a Swayze on his deathbed, either--that boy works until he falls down, usually. Still. Ouch. Pancreatic cancer is nothing to mess with, glad he's getting treatment.

( Remember, cleek de leetle image to get de beeger one. )

Weird morning. I have the middle child constantly dogging me--because I'm "fun to be with", oh, joy--and I'm still contemplating bleaching the hair today, but considering the effort it took to get from the bed to the computer chair, I'm not entirely sure I'm going to be able to shower today, much as I want to. Hells, I haven't even gotten dressed ( Read more... )

YAAAR! It be Talk Like a Pirate day, mateys! Crawl into your best eyepatch and go out into the wide wide world and find ye some good part of call to drink and make merry!

Just don't do anything that'll have ye thrown in the brig--who knows what the pirates are like who've been kept to themselves a bit long, eh? ARRRR!

( And then came the party hats. )

( Barley stew or iced coffee. )

( Since when is Sure Deodorant edible? )

Talk about a disorienting day. I'm up, I'm forcing fluids, it hurts to swallow anything, I'm wiped out by the effort, I'm back in bed. Couple hours of sort-of resting go by, then I'm up again, forcing more fluids, feeling my lips so dry they're cracking...wiped out by everything again, and down for a couple more hours ( Read more... )

Just as a tip I'll throw out there...got back, couple hours ago, from the Third Thursday movie night at FG. litlbuddha and mutaytedjoe...I know we don't always agree on movies, but I think you guys would really like Crash. It's excellently done, phenomenally acted, and, considering most of the characters start off as repellent bastards, really emotionally involving ( Read more... )

I'm not angular. There were just lots of great lines in Cosmic Monsters, this week's Atomic TV offering.

Which is more for the locals than anyone else, but...Anyway.

For the Mutayted one--that tip I told you of. mutaytedjoe, which Wim Wender film was it you showed me? Because Code 46 could've easily been directed by Wender ( Read more... )

Tomorrow: back to volunteering. And hope I survive. There's still some hitches in the left leg, which are really starting to bug me. Today: steadily getting a migraine. Joy and rapture.

Ah, well. The vagaries of existence. If it didn't hurt, how else would I know I'm real?

*dancedancedance* The fellow what invented ljlogin (the program, not the ( Read more... )

drunk on peacock wine and dreaming
of the way that moonlight shimmers
across the surface of your tear-filled eyes
and me turning away
turning away turning away and
drinking again
too late to be anything but imperfectEvery so often I do a name search for the main handle, and I come up with things I've long forgotten, like this scrap of poetry left ( Read more... )