Back in the hospital.  I don't know when I'll be discharged. Doctor said 1-2 weeks.  I'm hoping for sooner than that.  My roommate this time is a total horror show.

Thank you all for your support.  I love all of you THIS MUCH.

I've been sick and it's a really long story. I just got out of the hospital today. I'm partially paralyzed from the waist down and from my elbows to my hands. Do not freak, though. It's a temporary paralysis. With physical therapy, I should make a full recovery in a few months.

So, that's where I've been. I'll tell y'all the whole story when it doesn't take 878573975 years for me to type everything.

It's fucking awesome to be home.

Does anyone know what the first track on this website is? I'm pretty sure it's Ludacris, but I can't find it.

http://www.ricomartinez.com/

I MUST HAVE IT.

And I sure did forget to post that I was going to be off the grid in rural Maine. So I'm back, and I'm never ever going to be able to catch up on the internets.

Speaking of hair, I thought that the medium brown I dyed my hair would fade out into something that would blend into my natural color.

Well, I was wrong. When I pull my hair back, I have an inch-wide strip of golden blonde framing my face. It looks RIDICULOUS. But my hair is sad and I don't want to dye it again, so I'm stuck.

I've made the executive decision that I'm going to start posting daily entries about my stupid life. I like it when other people do that, so it seems reasonable that I should do the things I appreciate in others.

Also, here are some other places I use:

Flickr

Twitter

I am on Facebook in a not-really sort of way, and also sometimes Whitechapel. Warren Ellis is a little bit scary (or as another friend who shall remain nameless put it, "psychotic in the most adorable way"), though. And I'm very bad at forums, too, so the time I spend there is pretty minimal. Usually just a morning browse.

WOLVERINE MOVIE TRAILER

MANLY BRAWLING

FAVORITE

OMG

SOY CAUSES PROMISCUITY.

FOUR OUT OF FIVE DOCTORS HAVE READ A STUDY THAT CONCLUDED THAT THIS IS POSSIBLY TRUE.

PASS IT ON.

Dear Food,

I miss you.

Love,
Kiki

PS. Tell Booze I said, "Hey!"

Craig Ferguson (my favorite late night host, since I broke up with Keith Olbermann) did an uncharacteristically serious and fascinating interview with Lance Morrow about his (fairly old) book, Evil: An Investigation.

This is a subject in which I'm interested and spend a lot of time thinking about. Writing as I do, the question of what is evil (and in a narrower sense, what makes a "bad guy" versus a "good guy") is a fairly natural one. I do not, myself, believe in the concepts of good and evil. I believe in science. I believe in free will. I believe in choices. Man's ability to use the rational mind and make those choices is both an incredible gift and a terrible curse. When someone makes a choice that one finds unconscionable, it's tempting to rationalize that choice as being evil, or as they mention in the interview, born of illness, rather than accepting that a human being would make a decision that does not fit one's accepted system of beliefs.

I'm going to pick up that book, I think.

United Steel Workers of Montreal, you guys. United Steel Workers of Montreal. I love them AND SO MUST YOU.

I've been listening to "Number 4" ALL DAY. Here. Download it. You'll see.

The left hinge of my jaw is so swollen that I can't even talk, much less chew anything. I can barely get my pills between my teeth. I think I have some grits in the cupboard (which may or may not be left over from when my Southern grandmother was still alive...in 1997), and I made a big pot of squishy lentil soup yesterday. With that plus whey protein powder and Carnation Instant Breakfasts, it's possible that I won't starve to death before my next appointment.

I have labs on Monday and a rheumatology appointment on Tuesday.

I am really, really tired of life.

Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog has been totally ruined for me. For personal reasons, I cannot watch it, and I SWEAR TO GOD, if one more person asks if I've seen it, I am going to go the fuck off.

My rage requires many commas.

ETA: I have, however, read a lot of the meta on it. And you know what? Y'all are wicked smart.

I've been on new meds this week, hence the radio silence. One of their many lovely side effects is insomnia. I went to sleep at 2:30 this morning and got up at 5:30. Also this morning. So. Three hours. I don't like getting up at 5:30. It is bad.

You guys. No brain function left. None.

Apparently this makes me a better guitarist, though. I learned, like, five Chris Isaak songs, today. Not that Chris Isaak's songs are in any way difficult, but they're fun, and I just sort of rattled them off without thinking about it.

Drool.

OK. Hopefully I'll be back next week with some kind of smartiness intact. I can't even reply to comments like this. Srry. I have yet another rheumatology appointment tomorrow, where we will talk about my 34802910234 blood tests and eleventy-twelve x-rays, and then with any luck we will come to the conclusion that I no longer need to take the Made-of-Satan meds.

Maybe then I'll be about to talk about SGA and how it is made of so very much fail and all of my shows hate me and I give up.

Oh god. I'm so uncomfortable and semi-delusional.

OK. Done.

OH GOD. NOW PEOPLE ARE USING "bb" IN domestic_snark. WHY? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?

LEAVE MY LOLz ALONE!

Apparently I must educate.

The term "bb" is netspeak for "baby". It has taken ohnotheydidnt by force. It's all "bb" this and "bb" that, and it is disrupting my LOLz.

For example, this post about "celebrity", Trey Songz. In the subject the poster refers to Song as her "bb". Because of this, even though I've never heard of Trey Songz before and have no idea what he does to warrant posting on ONTD, I hate his guts.

Another example is this slap fight over grammar in which "bb" is used approximately eleventy twelve bazillion times. Normally, this sort of thing would be prime fodder for the LOLz, but "bb" has ruined it again.

"bb" is like The Herp. The internets will never be cured. It will just lie there. Dormant. Beneath the surface. Waiting to spring out and infect more unsuspecting teenage girls.

In concusion, just say no to "bb".

You guys, I am one "bb" away from a homicidal spree. It is like a plague, spreading all over the internets. I wish I could go back in time, find the person who started that shit and chop off their fingers, so that they would be forced to find a hobby that didn't involve giving me a rage blackout.

Sterling, Bruce. Holy Fire. 1997.
Procured from KPL
Begun 7.01.08
Finished 7.08.08

Another sci-fi book filled with Very Important Themes. I’m probably just kind of a moron and incapable of reading critically, but as much as I liked this book, I really didn’t get it. I don't even really have any notes on it. That's how much I didn't get it.

As with Islands in the Net, there was one minor character that I really glommed onto. In Holy Fire it was Bruno, the Italiano gangster. I admit that this is partly because I pictured Robert LaSardo, by far my favorite player of sinister, ethnic thugs, in the role. Bruno has a very brief scene in the book, but it was the one that’s stuck with me the most.

Also, the book coins the term "feeding the gray meat," which I will now proceed to use constantly.

As far as the founding fathers of cyberpunk go, William Gibson has more exciting stories, but Sterling is so very much more readable. I never read a full page in a Sterling book and then think, “WTF just happened?” or have to count back lines to figure out who said what in a mess of untagged dialog.