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Sometimes....
Jul. 10th, 2008 09:41 pmWhen things seem to have reached their nadir...
The Talking Heads can save you.
The Talking Heads can save you.
SS2: Sleep Harder
Feb. 21st, 2008 04:57 pmSo, last night was my second sleep study, and yeah, it was just as exciting as the first one.
With a definite diagnosis of sleep apnea, I've been using a CPAP machine for the past week. I've been able to use it pretty much every night except for Tuesday, sinec my nose was plugged and I could therefore not breathe.
Last night's went off pretty simply. I waited in the sleep room (which is apparently an office for a reconstructive surgeon during the day), and killed time just listening to music and gleefully reading Peter C. Newman's Toronto Life article on Conrad Black (I would like to refer to it as a Hack Job, because he goes at him with a verbal machete). The electrodes were just as delightful this time (i.e. not) and I got to also enjoy wearing my CPAP at the same time.
I also missed seeing the dragon eat the moon last night, which I'm told was quite striking. Good job scaring it off, guys!
When you're doing a sleep study, you have to complete a questionnaire regarding sleeping habits, etc. You do the front page before you go to sleep, you do the back page afterwards. One of the questions is "How well did you sleep last night, taking into consideration you were sleeping in a strange bed with electrodes attached to your body". I replied "Taking into consideration that I was sleeping in a strange bed with electrodes attached to my body, I slept like a baby." A cranky, hungry baby.
I'd planned to go directly to work and hit the gym after grabbing some breakfast, but I really needed to scrape the wax off my skull (which the sleep tech verified was, yes, large). And that's literally, not any sort of figurative sense. They use this waxy substance to help adhere the electrodes to your head.
After I washed off I was in no mood to face the world. So I puttered about the house, got reacquainted with my cats ("Ozzy. Your name is Ozzy.") and packed the CBT's copy of The Book of Erotic Fantasy for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nottheterritory and B5 season 2 for madmanofprague.
And now, day's almost done and I have game tonight. Yay! It tells you how awesome game is that I will go instead of staying home for Lost and Survivor with the wife.
With a definite diagnosis of sleep apnea, I've been using a CPAP machine for the past week. I've been able to use it pretty much every night except for Tuesday, sinec my nose was plugged and I could therefore not breathe.
Last night's went off pretty simply. I waited in the sleep room (which is apparently an office for a reconstructive surgeon during the day), and killed time just listening to music and gleefully reading Peter C. Newman's Toronto Life article on Conrad Black (I would like to refer to it as a Hack Job, because he goes at him with a verbal machete). The electrodes were just as delightful this time (i.e. not) and I got to also enjoy wearing my CPAP at the same time.
I also missed seeing the dragon eat the moon last night, which I'm told was quite striking. Good job scaring it off, guys!
When you're doing a sleep study, you have to complete a questionnaire regarding sleeping habits, etc. You do the front page before you go to sleep, you do the back page afterwards. One of the questions is "How well did you sleep last night, taking into consideration you were sleeping in a strange bed with electrodes attached to your body". I replied "Taking into consideration that I was sleeping in a strange bed with electrodes attached to my body, I slept like a baby." A cranky, hungry baby.
I'd planned to go directly to work and hit the gym after grabbing some breakfast, but I really needed to scrape the wax off my skull (which the sleep tech verified was, yes, large). And that's literally, not any sort of figurative sense. They use this waxy substance to help adhere the electrodes to your head.
After I washed off I was in no mood to face the world. So I puttered about the house, got reacquainted with my cats ("Ozzy. Your name is Ozzy.") and packed the CBT's copy of The Book of Erotic Fantasy for
nottheterritory and B5 season 2 for madmanofprague.And now, day's almost done and I have game tonight. Yay! It tells you how awesome game is that I will go instead of staying home for Lost and Survivor with the wife.
Writer's Block: Warning:
Dec. 3rd, 2007 03:09 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Jesus. Is it too horribly cliche that it would be "caution: contents under pressure"?
Jesus. Is it too horribly cliche that it would be "caution: contents under pressure"?
Writer's Block: Like No Other
Dec. 1st, 2007 04:45 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
BTW: I've decided that uniqueness is highly overrated. I'm very much like a lot of people in a lot of ways (particularly a lot of people reading this). While there's much to be said for beautiful snowflakes, there's a lot more in the things we have in common with other people.
BTW: I've decided that uniqueness is highly overrated. I'm very much like a lot of people in a lot of ways (particularly a lot of people reading this). While there's much to be said for beautiful snowflakes, there's a lot more in the things we have in common with other people.
Writer's Block: Like No Other
Nov. 30th, 2007 01:32 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Sweet Christ, I have no idea. I feel like that issue of She Hulk where they pointed out that her role could be filled by any number of other B-List supers in the MU.
Seriously: is there anything unique about me? Or at least interesting?
And, yes, this is fishing for compliements. Fuck it, I'm sick.
Sweet Christ, I have no idea. I feel like that issue of She Hulk where they pointed out that her role could be filled by any number of other B-List supers in the MU.
Seriously: is there anything unique about me? Or at least interesting?
And, yes, this is fishing for compliements. Fuck it, I'm sick.
Writer's Block: Public Transit Nightmare
Nov. 29th, 2007 01:22 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Ohhh, Good question. For me, it was sitting in the back of the bus with my then girlfriend, terrified, as a demo team leader of my acquaintance had what can only be described as some kind of psychotic episode at the front of the bus.
He was hollering and screaming and bellowing at the bus driver, who was incredibly professional (a lesser human being might have told him to stow the passive aggressive bullshit, but he was made of sterner stuff).
At the end of the trip, I approaced the driver to ask what had happened, and apparently the DTL in question was going to be late for a movie. A shitty movie at that, the Keanu/Pacino one where he's a lawyer and he's the devil.
Perhaps, of course, leaving earlier might have avoided that problem. Or getting a prescription for anti-psychotic medication.
Perhaps.
Ohhh, Good question. For me, it was sitting in the back of the bus with my then girlfriend, terrified, as a demo team leader of my acquaintance had what can only be described as some kind of psychotic episode at the front of the bus.
He was hollering and screaming and bellowing at the bus driver, who was incredibly professional (a lesser human being might have told him to stow the passive aggressive bullshit, but he was made of sterner stuff).
At the end of the trip, I approaced the driver to ask what had happened, and apparently the DTL in question was going to be late for a movie. A shitty movie at that, the Keanu/Pacino one where he's a lawyer and he's the devil.
Perhaps, of course, leaving earlier might have avoided that problem. Or getting a prescription for anti-psychotic medication.
Perhaps.
Oh, lawdy, I'm all atwitter at the thought of tonight's Lost finale. Thankfully, due to Victoria day, NCBD is delayed until tomorrow, so Cynra & I will skip our regular burrito dinner together. Possibly we'll do curry.
I'm very tired today, as normal. Grabbed a nap in the lunch room, but didn't have time for a full siesta. It's stupidly hot outside, too.
Game should be fun tomorrow. The GM's house can be warm.
Is it wrong that I go to the Deadbeat parents website the governemtn runs, see this description:
Other Identifying Details: Hair dyed black/red. Several tattoos, Scorpion on lower back, Rose on right shoulder blade, Star on right wrist, Fairy on right hip
Last Known Location: Hamilton, ON
Usual Occupation: Dancer
Language(s) Spoken: English
and wish to dedicate myself to tracking down this miscreant?
I'm very tired today, as normal. Grabbed a nap in the lunch room, but didn't have time for a full siesta. It's stupidly hot outside, too.
Game should be fun tomorrow. The GM's house can be warm.
Is it wrong that I go to the Deadbeat parents website the governemtn runs, see this description:
Other Identifying Details: Hair dyed black/red. Several tattoos, Scorpion on lower back, Rose on right shoulder blade, Star on right wrist, Fairy on right hip
Last Known Location: Hamilton, ON
Usual Occupation: Dancer
Language(s) Spoken: English
and wish to dedicate myself to tracking down this miscreant?
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Sep. 22nd, 2006 02:42 pmA day I have been having.
So, today I got to deal with the great problem that frustrates many a 401 commuter: What happens when three lanes of traffic has to squeeze by in one.
I'll tell you. I get pissed off.
It took me about an hour to get about three klicks. I have to catch my shuttle bus at 8:45. I didn't get the glory of passing Trafalgar road until nine.
Thankfully, the shuttle runs every half hour, so I caught the 9:15 and made it into work eventually.
If LJ's voicepost hadn't been busy every time I tried to call in, the Chemo/MODOK followup would have been an amusing voice post. But noooooo, I had to get screwed again.
To top it up, I got a stain on my white t-shirt. I managed to clean it off, but I looked like I was participating in a wet t-shirt contest. Thank God for hot air dryers.
Feh. Why must TBG suffer? Ah, well. TGIF, and all.
So, today I got to deal with the great problem that frustrates many a 401 commuter: What happens when three lanes of traffic has to squeeze by in one.
I'll tell you. I get pissed off.
It took me about an hour to get about three klicks. I have to catch my shuttle bus at 8:45. I didn't get the glory of passing Trafalgar road until nine.
Thankfully, the shuttle runs every half hour, so I caught the 9:15 and made it into work eventually.
If LJ's voicepost hadn't been busy every time I tried to call in, the Chemo/MODOK followup would have been an amusing voice post. But noooooo, I had to get screwed again.
To top it up, I got a stain on my white t-shirt. I managed to clean it off, but I looked like I was participating in a wet t-shirt contest. Thank God for hot air dryers.
Feh. Why must TBG suffer? Ah, well. TGIF, and all.
Seriously need to do some board gaming
Sep. 14th, 2006 12:14 amRealized I have Descent (beautiful D&D type board game that uses the Doom engine), Tsuro, Rise of the Shogun, Venus needs Men, and Blood Feud in NY all unplayed.
This has to stop.
Hell, I could go for doing that fish n' chips and Buffy thingy that was spoken of once.
Need gaming, darnit. Film Fest must end NOW.
This has to stop.
Hell, I could go for doing that fish n' chips and Buffy thingy that was spoken of once.
Need gaming, darnit. Film Fest must end NOW.
Feeling better
Jan. 7th, 2006 06:37 pmAfter a ten hour NyQuil induced coma, YHB is back on his feet. Not dancing or anything yet, but I can walk straight and I no longer feel as if I'm encased in ice while I'm under a fleece sweater and a cap.
Took some time today to go tomr_weasel's workplace and kibbitz; he works in Milton now, so I can drop by with impunity with a cup of joe.
Am currently burning my way through THUD!, with the Silver Lake on deck. I'm such a slow reader.
But, yeah, today's a good day. Huzzah!
Took some time today to go to
mr_weasel's workplace and kibbitz; he works in Milton now, so I can drop by with impunity with a cup of joe. Am currently burning my way through THUD!, with the Silver Lake on deck. I'm such a slow reader.
But, yeah, today's a good day. Huzzah!
Feeling very poorly these past couple days. Hope I don't infect any fellow travelers.
Last night was the putative Iron Heroes playtest. In attendance, widdershins from the DM:kinra, mr_weasel, nottheterritory, rentagurkha, atomiks.
I pretty much fumbled the ball on it; properly excecuted, I should have forwarded the players the Stunts page from Malhavoc at the very least, or had some handouts/copies of the mechanics. As it was, we got to try token pools and related things, and a group of bandits were turned into tartare; by noting what we didn't get to try I got to absorb more of the challenge and stunt mechanics.
I also learned that we must take care grouping players, so as to avoid allowingnottheterritory to quote Ryan Dancey, and to support the newer players. The Confrontation minis kinra provided were pretty and pointy; mega props to rentagurkha for chips n' soda.
Finished Ranger for new D&D game around 12:30 last night (Neo Citran does NOTHING to put me down). Have taken a level of Cleric in anticipation of a specific PrC that would be appropriate for the campaign direction we've heard of. Have residual background to put together for reference.
Heard Synchronicity II on way into work today, and couldn't quite understand the lyrics; calledmr_weasel for explanation. He gave me an appropriate summary, which included "I also do not know what is many miles away at the bottom of a dark Scottish lake"; someone needs to write a Wikipedia entry for that song. I think I need to get me some Police (which, I guess, goes into the queue with Sabbath and everything ELSE I gotta get me some of) as I think my only copies of their music I've ever had was a Turkish bootleg. God, you could get great bootlegs in Turkey; on tape, admittedly.
Last night was the putative Iron Heroes playtest. In attendance, widdershins from the DM:
kinra, mr_weasel, nottheterritory, rentagurkha, atomiks. I pretty much fumbled the ball on it; properly excecuted, I should have forwarded the players the Stunts page from Malhavoc at the very least, or had some handouts/copies of the mechanics. As it was, we got to try token pools and related things, and a group of bandits were turned into tartare; by noting what we didn't get to try I got to absorb more of the challenge and stunt mechanics.
I also learned that we must take care grouping players, so as to avoid allowing
nottheterritory to quote Ryan Dancey, and to support the newer players. The Confrontation minis kinra provided were pretty and pointy; mega props to rentagurkha for chips n' soda. Finished Ranger for new D&D game around 12:30 last night (Neo Citran does NOTHING to put me down). Have taken a level of Cleric in anticipation of a specific PrC that would be appropriate for the campaign direction we've heard of. Have residual background to put together for reference.
Heard Synchronicity II on way into work today, and couldn't quite understand the lyrics; called
mr_weasel for explanation. He gave me an appropriate summary, which included "I also do not know what is many miles away at the bottom of a dark Scottish lake"; someone needs to write a Wikipedia entry for that song. I think I need to get me some Police (which, I guess, goes into the queue with Sabbath and everything ELSE I gotta get me some of) as I think my only copies of their music I've ever had was a Turkish bootleg. God, you could get great bootlegs in Turkey; on tape, admittedly.Smarts together
Jun. 18th, 2005 12:29 amSome guys from Steamwhistle Brewery and Smart.MBCanada.com put together a Smart Rally at the Steamwhistle brewery last Sunday. YHB attended (a photo is at that link, YHB is front and right. The Smart is the silver & silver closest).
It was a great time, and there was beer and camraderie. I wish I'd had some food with me, honestly, but I often think that in church, so it doesn't really make it that strange an event.
The discussion thread may be found here.
It was a great time, and there was beer and camraderie. I wish I'd had some food with me, honestly, but I often think that in church, so it doesn't really make it that strange an event.
The discussion thread may be found here.
Company, then.
Jun. 17th, 2005 11:38 pmWell, it seems we have some uninvited boarders.
While we sped off to work the other day, Cynra noticed a four legged visitor scurrying out from under the front steps. YHB, busy watching for two legged pedestrians, missed it. "Keep an eye open for it", she implored the next day. And I did, and, sure enough, there was a raccoon.
Cynra also felt the animal looked hurt, so she had me call the Oakville Humane Society to inquire. A couple hours later, a young lady in a large marked white van drove up to the house. Memory tells me she wore a stetson, although logic says such a thing is ludicrous; I believe it just makes sense that she would. We told her about our houseguest, and she stepped back off the steps ("She took a swipe at me when I came up", she said) and half knelt down to look under the step.
She was sagelike in her perception and observation. Listen, she said. I held my breath and listened, straining to hear a series of low chirps over the dry whistling of my breath (I've had a cold recently). You've got kits under there.
The mother, the animal officer noted, seemed very healthy (when she took a swipe at me seemed to be an unspoken subtext, but I SAID she was under the stairs). So we'll be letting nature take its course.
So, this is how it works. The mother will nurse her young until late in the summer, at which point they'll depart. So, until then, we have company. After then, we seal up the steps, so this little misunderstanding isn't repeated.
Consider this a reminder, then, to use the side door when you come to visit.
While we sped off to work the other day, Cynra noticed a four legged visitor scurrying out from under the front steps. YHB, busy watching for two legged pedestrians, missed it. "Keep an eye open for it", she implored the next day. And I did, and, sure enough, there was a raccoon.
Cynra also felt the animal looked hurt, so she had me call the Oakville Humane Society to inquire. A couple hours later, a young lady in a large marked white van drove up to the house. Memory tells me she wore a stetson, although logic says such a thing is ludicrous; I believe it just makes sense that she would. We told her about our houseguest, and she stepped back off the steps ("She took a swipe at me when I came up", she said) and half knelt down to look under the step.
She was sagelike in her perception and observation. Listen, she said. I held my breath and listened, straining to hear a series of low chirps over the dry whistling of my breath (I've had a cold recently). You've got kits under there.
The mother, the animal officer noted, seemed very healthy (when she took a swipe at me seemed to be an unspoken subtext, but I SAID she was under the stairs). So we'll be letting nature take its course.
So, this is how it works. The mother will nurse her young until late in the summer, at which point they'll depart. So, until then, we have company. After then, we seal up the steps, so this little misunderstanding isn't repeated.
Consider this a reminder, then, to use the side door when you come to visit.
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Feb. 21st, 2003 10:20 pmFeh. Twice tonight I've lost LJ posts because the damn COMPUTER has crashed. This upsets me.
I also lost a game of Red Alert 2 that was going fairly well.
That game is a lot harder to enjoy without a bit of the jar of reality crashing on the head.
Especially when I had to capture a battle lab at the World Trade Centre, and one of the towers was destroyed. It was like something just popped into my head and started picking at scabby things.
Oh: Personal observation. Next time you're feeling down, think of the lobsters in a tank at your local grocery store. No matter what, your week is gonna be a WHOLE lot better than theirs.
"Well, here I am with rubber bands on my claws, but I can't help but feel things are gonna start looking up Annnnnyyy second now!"
I also lost a game of Red Alert 2 that was going fairly well.
That game is a lot harder to enjoy without a bit of the jar of reality crashing on the head.
Especially when I had to capture a battle lab at the World Trade Centre, and one of the towers was destroyed. It was like something just popped into my head and started picking at scabby things.
Oh: Personal observation. Next time you're feeling down, think of the lobsters in a tank at your local grocery store. No matter what, your week is gonna be a WHOLE lot better than theirs.
"Well, here I am with rubber bands on my claws, but I can't help but feel things are gonna start looking up Annnnnyyy second now!"
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Mar. 21st, 2002 10:36 pmApparently, a movie has been made about me.
Well, not ABOUT me. But there's a film called Haiku Tunnel, which is noteworthy mostly for being compared to Office Space.
It's about a balding, portly frustrated writer (although he's much balder and portlier than I) who works as a temp and is tempted by the thought of turning perm.
Christ. It's like they were reading my diary. If he plays D&D I'm getting legal counsel.
And RPG.net has a gun control thread. Spring is finally here!
Well, not ABOUT me. But there's a film called Haiku Tunnel, which is noteworthy mostly for being compared to Office Space.
It's about a balding, portly frustrated writer (although he's much balder and portlier than I) who works as a temp and is tempted by the thought of turning perm.
Christ. It's like they were reading my diary. If he plays D&D I'm getting legal counsel.
And RPG.net has a gun control thread. Spring is finally here!
Wasting away again
Feb. 3rd, 2002 08:44 pmIf I could pick one song to live in, it's Margaritaville. Jimmy Buffet doesn't DESERVE to have written this song. Everything else of his I've listened to is so stunningly mediocre it isn't funny.
But Margaritaville... Man. It's about something. It's about being in a place where there's sun and the ocean is sitting in front of you.
No condos, no sprawling complexes. Just a man sitting there in a small shack, thinking.
And the flute/harmonica/steel drum break is great.
The song makes me feel physically warm. Which is good, because the study is unheated.
But I know it's nobody's fault.
But Margaritaville... Man. It's about something. It's about being in a place where there's sun and the ocean is sitting in front of you.
No condos, no sprawling complexes. Just a man sitting there in a small shack, thinking.
And the flute/harmonica/steel drum break is great.
The song makes me feel physically warm. Which is good, because the study is unheated.
But I know it's nobody's fault.
Take THAT. Bastard Live journal suits, saying you have to have "Friends" or "Money" to get in. Screw them. So I went out, and I BOUGHT some friends! Hah!
I can feel my bones twisting and my back hunching as I type. It's so Jekyll/Hyde-ish.
Damn. I want to say bad things. I want to mock people. I want to mock demo team leaders. I want to deride social groups.
Start with the Irish. It ALWAYS starts with the Irish.
I used to hate the Irish. With a passion. Went to a catholic high school with a bunch of inbred cracker Micks. Feh. Try being a socially awkward (mayhap retarded) brown guy in a sea of aryan nation target audience faces. It's tough. REAL tough. So I hated the Irish.
Why not? I was angry at a few Irish people. They were a bunch of drunks! Grr!
Then, my hypocrisy lept up to my face. Hey, it screamed. You've got a lot of Irish friends. What's up with that? You think that makes you less worse (or any better) than the inbred crackers at Our Lady of Racial Intolerance?
Feh. I hate it when my hypocrisy is right. I still use the phrase "Beat you like an Irish Housewife" on occasion, but only to shock and disturb. It's expected by now.
Damn. I still hate teh Italians. Especially that bastard Wes Smiderle.
Wow. Power going to my head. I could be here all day, except I have to be at work in 20 minutes. Well, leave for work in 20 minutes. I so miss having access to a car. Or at least to my wife, who has a car.
I can feel my bones twisting and my back hunching as I type. It's so Jekyll/Hyde-ish.
Damn. I want to say bad things. I want to mock people. I want to mock demo team leaders. I want to deride social groups.
Start with the Irish. It ALWAYS starts with the Irish.
I used to hate the Irish. With a passion. Went to a catholic high school with a bunch of inbred cracker Micks. Feh. Try being a socially awkward (mayhap retarded) brown guy in a sea of aryan nation target audience faces. It's tough. REAL tough. So I hated the Irish.
Why not? I was angry at a few Irish people. They were a bunch of drunks! Grr!
Then, my hypocrisy lept up to my face. Hey, it screamed. You've got a lot of Irish friends. What's up with that? You think that makes you less worse (or any better) than the inbred crackers at Our Lady of Racial Intolerance?
Feh. I hate it when my hypocrisy is right. I still use the phrase "Beat you like an Irish Housewife" on occasion, but only to shock and disturb. It's expected by now.
Damn. I still hate teh Italians. Especially that bastard Wes Smiderle.
Wow. Power going to my head. I could be here all day, except I have to be at work in 20 minutes. Well, leave for work in 20 minutes. I so miss having access to a car. Or at least to my wife, who has a car.
