You know, I can't help but think that if Thorin could lower himself to fight a little dirty now and then, he might not have to rely on Hobbits and giant eagles to save his ass from his own vendettas ( Read more... )

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Now there's been a shooting at MIT, one officer down.

Do I ask for a ticket to Scandinavia or Mars?

Apart from a little healthy liberal rage, I'm feeling pretty good. :D Yay for an arrow cortisone shot to the knee!

( A not-as-good version of this appeared on my Facebook. )

My Gallbladder, RIP
1977-2009

It's been attacking me as a zombie since Tuesday. I never knew Oxycodone, a low-fat diet, and doctor supervision could help avert the rrrrrrrrgggggh....

So it seems my migraine saga has come to a pause, or hopefully an end. I'm on a ridiculous dose of Topamax, which has left my typing... somewhat surreal... but seems to have my headaches almost entirely under control. Most of my activity, rather than taking place at the gym where I hoped it would, it split between asshat wasband's garage, and my ( Read more... )

Guess who didn't have a stroke? And who doesn't have vasculitis? But who does have some of the weirdest-ass migraine activity her neurologist has ever seen OR read about ( Read more... )

All things told, I think I would have preferred to see Wreck-It Ralph with spacezombie than spend three hours in the ER dealing with a TIA. It's passed now, fortunately, but the glaring fact is that my mini-strokes have gotten abruptly worse. Fortunately, that means there's a FOURTH doctor who says that the insurance company needs to get off its fucking ass ( Read more... )

Dear Self,

You know you have audio-tactile synesthesia. You know this damn well. This is why you're so particular about the music you listen to. (No, I don't know why goddamn death metal, of all things, is soothing, or why Die Antwoord tickles. It's probably for the same reason most Dubstep feels like rolling around in used syringes ( Read more... )

Dear seashadowsJesus fuck, I miss you, and I have no idea how I'm going to sleep without my head on your shoulder or an arm around your waist. I'll figure out a way to get Mom out of the house so you can visit again ( Read more... )