Sicko
So, yeah, haven't been blogging for various reasons. The best excuse I have is "pneumonia!", which actually should be a good enough excuse for you, so shut up.
Except for a lingering hacky, rattling cough and the feeling that I never quite get enough sleep, I'm over it now. At least I think I am; I have a follow-up chest X-ray scheduled for Wednesday, at which time I suppose I'll know more.
Kristi and I watched "Sicko" last week. Good timing. Just like the bad timing that brought this whole thing on right when The Company changed its sick-day policy from "basically unlimited" to "six per year". Fortunately I have understanding management. There was also our switch this year from $20 copays to $40 copays, but that was our own damned fault. Anyway, "Sicko" was thought-provoking, but most of the thoughts were along the lines of, "This could have been so much better a movie if somebody other than Michael Moore had made it." Sad, but true.
Of course, other video was watched during my convalescence. Lots of "Heroes." "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington." "Pride and Prejudice" (okay, it was on PBS, but we missed the last night because of the Oscars so we broke out the DVDs to wrap it up).
And now I'm feeling better, and Kristi is sick. Hopefully not pneumonia sick, but her fever is as high as mine ever was and she feels like crap (it's true, I felt her). So Emma helps by breaking out the "Harry Potter" collection and subjecting Kristi to the entire series, in order. Could be lots worse; could be that damned "Hannah Montana" DVD over and over and over. I wonder when Emma will be ready for "Firefly"?
While I was standing around the clinic a week ago waiting for my antibiotics prescription to get filled, I popped across the hall to say "hello" and "thank you, a million times thank you!" to my former physical therapist,
Allison Trombley. She is truly a miracle worker.
Labels: blogging, illness, movies
My Brother Says I Should Blog More
He's right, of course. Older brothers are always right; if they're wrong, they beat you up until they're right. Them's the rules.
Right now my mom is visiting from California, it's been prime gardening season (which means Kristi's busy, which means I'm cooking/dishwashing/Emma-shepherding, I've been attempting to rebuild our porch screens, my allergies are kicking in, work has been high-maintenance,
and it's prime development season for CDFFL, which is getting an entirely new look, 100% new code (of course), and a number of new features. And I've been catching up on my missed episodes of
Heroes. In short, I've been busy. Deal with it.
Believe me, if I'd had time to blog, you'd have heard lots the last few weeks about Alberto Gonzalez and his nonstop effort to subvert the Constitution. You really weren't interested in reading about that, were you?
I'll do better.
Labels: blogging, family, politics
The Miracle of Wi-Fi
So I'm parked on the street waiting for Emma, watching for the aforementioned offensive gold Honda minivan, and blogging courtesy of some unsecured wi-fi connection.
Life is weird.
Labels: blogging
Again, Apologies ...
... to those of you might see (or might have seen) my "Apologies" post from last month zoom to the front of the Atom feed for this blog. I switched over to the beta version of the new Blogger, and apparently it hiccupped a little.
UPDATE: the Atom feed's order appears to be essentially random now. Sigh. Just read the damned blog instead until Blogger gets this all figured out, mkay?
FURTHER UPDATE: it's the new labeling feature that's hosing everything. Grand.
Labels: blogging
Proud!
This blog is proud to be the #1 Google hit for the search
matthew mcconaughy blow up doll. It might have been more impressive had I spelled "McConaughey" correctly, but I'll take what I can get.
Labels: blogging
Non-Pictorial Post
Just to respond to a few comments:
Ducky: see previous posts, whoever you are.
xxxxxpp wants to know how "Capote" is. Well, we still haven't watched it. Sorry. With Kristi working evenings, our schedules rarely permit us to sit down and watch a movie together. We may have to start watching them separately.
Ali wants to know if I work for the CIA. If I told you, Ali, I'd have to kill you.
Labels: blogging
