"Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am vast. I contain multitudes." -Walt Whitman
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
i didn't give you that look because you're a minority.
i gave you that look because you're an idiot.
don't confuse prejudice with misanthropy.
Friday, June 23, 2006
my mofo-710 burner is acting up big time this week (item #4 on the list of things that make me behave in an irrationally uncivilized manner). so if anyone needs a coaster, a sun-catcher, or just a plain ol' useless polycarbonate plastic and aluminum disk, lemme know.
i've just about got a spindle of them here.
in other news: do i plan to try this this weekend? yes, yes i do.
Friday, June 16, 2006
days four and five of vacation . . .
. . . were delightfully unremarkable. except that sometimes my cooking rocks so much i'd marry me.
so instead of insipid remarks, i offer the following threats:
1. what do you remember in this light?
2. what do you smell?
3. what were you like before you gained control?
4. what was his/her name, that time you almost made the wrong choice?
Thursday, June 15, 2006
day three of vacation
another little victory. the doctor agreed to lower the dosage of the pain medicine.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
day two of vacation
firstlies, thank you to all of you who continue to send me comments and private notes of support. it does make a difference. it's especially warming when it comes from people who are strangers beyond the net.
and now, on with today's show.
the morning was incredibly frustrating (and parts of the afternoon as well), as zombie girl was in full force ("do we have any mustard" meant "did anyone call and leave a message?"; pointing at a toyota and announcing "that guy worked with [the felon]. they'd sneak out in the middle of the night" was a reference to someone years ago and hundreds of miles away). but i managed to get her to eat breakfast (a yogurt) and lunch (a 500-calorie nutrition shake), which i consider a major victory.
but overall, the day rocked, because:
i rented a wheelchair. i slipped an oxygen tank into an old golf bag (the parents have - count 'em - at least six old golf bags laying around), and strapped it over the wheelchair. and we went for a walk in the garden.
fresh air. trees. flowers. statues. the mansion. the greenhouse (i loves me a greenhouse).
pushing the wheelchair over lawns, trails, paths. barefoot.
then home, to grill porkchops and make the best salsa i've made in ages, with a soundtrack worthy of its own post. and wash it down with dogfish head.
i am not exactly happy (there were bumps along the way). i am certainly not content.
but i'm willing to call it a truce, and say i'm satisfied with the day.
Monday, June 12, 2006
day one of vacation
angel was supposed to have round two, treatment two of chemo today, but she was too nauseous to go. she's not eaten much the past 48 hours. but she's damned sure taking her medicine.
it's back to zombie-brain-dead-girl.
how happy am i?
Thursday, June 08, 2006
my television viewing habit is sporadic, but the one show i watch pretty faithfully is jeopardy! every night after dinner angel and i sit down to, as she puts it, 'get stupid'. some nights we're more stupider than others. but i digress.
for about the past month, the fine McLawyer franchise of Weitz & Luxenberg airs a 15-second spot right before final jeopardy. it's one of those made-at-home on a 20-year-old pc commercials that mostly consists of a powerpoint slide and a voiceover. at the very end of the piece, the baritone narrator (instilling in us the surety that Weitz & Luxembourg are both personally waiting to pick up the phone when you call, and certainly not the completely fabricated name of a lawyer-in-a-box who graduated last from the community college at buckwheat-on-kracke, alaska) urges us to call 1-800-476-6070, or to log on to . . .
"double-you double-you double-you dot white sluts dot com"
i get the giggles every time.
every single time.