2006-11-27 
 

victorian novel

In the interest of getting a new entry up, I'm avoiding the new Blogger interface once again. I had grand plans for dealing with it this weekend, but somehow we came home Friday night a bit more tired than when we left.

Not to say that we didn't have a nice T-Day. In fact, last minute scheduling conflicts ensured that the day went much more calmly than I'd anticipated. G's Mom put on a nice spread and much munching ensued, both before and after the main course.

Even ended up bonding with his niece and sister-in-law over one of their current endeavors. Thanks to things I've picked up at ------, I was able to give them a few pointers that they were thankful for.

Oooh, dashes are fun. Like writing some Victorian novel.

Labels: blogging, dose of mikey, g

* posted by me at 9:16 PM

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2006-11-22 
 

sci fi now and then

THEN: Having recently rewatched the original widescreen cut of The Empire Strikes Back on my shiny, new special edition DVD, I must say, it stands the test of time and is still thoroughly enjoyable. Sure, I can quote blocks of stilted script along with the movie as it plays, but that just adds to my viewing pleasure. I have yet to watch the dvd containing the johnny come lately "revised" version to do an official compare and contrast, but I think it may have to wait. The joy of seeing the original is still too much with me.

NOW: Battlestar Galactica? Best frakkin' show on television today. I've only just finished watching season 2.0, but Tivo's been saving up the 3rd season for us and I'm itching to get to it. There's no stilted dialogue, but fully realized characterization, exiting twists and pretty great acting make this my favorite action show right now. Genre busting.

In other news: Still managing to avoid a trip to The Doldrums. Weekend was lovely, seeing Bun was fun...though I feel like I left a lot unsaid that I wanted to let her in on. There's also a rather nice four day break in front of us. Sure, there'll be some traditional thanksgiving disfunction to enjoy, but I'm actually looking forward to it all.

Hope I'm not cursing myself...am I cursing myself? IF so, I wish to have the curse reversed.

Labels: dose of mikey, random review

* posted by me at 2:14 AM

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2006-11-15 
 

joy of inbox

My inbox at work has been whittled down to 23 emails. I'm not sure why this makes me deliriously happy, but it could have something to do with the fact that it's been hovering around 70 for the past few months and 23 seems entirely manageable.

I also just talked to a really nice person at Honda about the lease. Yes, I know, buying a leased vehicle is not normally a financially responsible move, but it's a hybrid and the rules may be a bit more flexible due to lower depreciation.

AND Bun is in town and I see her on Friday.

AND G is at home with yummy food.

Have I mentioned it feels good to be happy? (don't anybody fret, I'll be in the doldrums again real soon I'm sure)

Labels: dose of mikey, g

* posted by me at 9:29 PM

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travel plans

I'm tired, cranky about work and still a little worried about the odd medical stuff. I could use this opportunity to bitch and moan, but the truth is, I'm just too happy to go down that road.

Nothing more important to say. Just a reminder that most of the time we have a choice of which direction to let our emotions travel and choosing happy sure feels better than feeling dismal.

Some might ask, how would you know happy if you didn't visit sad now and again? Truth is, I'm more of a realist than I often like to admit to. I've been to Sad, and I know there'll be times many a time I visit Sad again, maybe even stay for a while. So I'm going over to Happy whenever I get the chance.

Labels: dose of mikey

* posted by me at 1:54 AM

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2006-11-09 
 

clean pipes

Feeling loopy right now, and probably will for most of this afternoon thanks to aftereffects of anesthesia and my good friend codeine, but wanted everyone to know I'm back from the procedure and my lower pipes are free from any new growth. They even snapped some snazzy color pictures for me, but I'll spare you those. (One of them shows a scar where the last polyp sprouted from. Interesting for me, probably pretty gross for anyone else.)

So I'm fine, but he reiterated that it's still very unusual that someone my age would've had such a large polyp in the first place. This means I do need to go back for another followup. Good news is that I can wait three years this time. Still, I'll have had about 4 of these procedures before most men my age will have even had one.

I always did pride myself on being ahead of my peer group.

Labels: dose of mikey, medical mystery

* posted by me at 4:51 PM

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2006-11-03 
 

take the boy

Got this from Stephen's Journal who I stumbled upon while reading comments on Cake. I love the internet.

This quiz proves that you can take the boy out of Boston, but you can't take the Boston out of the boy.

Dude! You're 100% from Massachusetts!

Dude! Me and Sully and Fitzie and Sean are gonna hit Landsdowne tonight after the game, hang out at the Beerworks. I'll pick you up at the Coop at 6.

How Massachusetts are you?
Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

Labels: looking eastward

* posted by me at 4:20 PM

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2006-11-02 
 

twitches

The title for the day references the odd movements my legs have been making this eve, not the Disney Halloween Movie that aired the other night starring Tia and Tamera.

You see Father, it's been four days since my last cigarette. STUPID carcinogenic sticks, WHY do you enthrall me so?!

The other day, as we watched a TiVoed episode of Ghost Whisperer...No, I'm not a 15 year old female, why would you ask that? Shut up. It is true that Melinda's husband is required to be shirtless at least once an episode and that he's quite easy on the eyes. Even with this season's new haircut- the one that's trying a bit too hard- he's still worth two drinks.

I'm also a sucker for any supernatural fare that keeps the gore level low. Hence my ready knowledge of Twitches...hmmm...maybe there is an inner 15 year old girl struggling to be heard.

Seriously though, I shouldn't perpetuate that particular stereotype. It would be easy enough to digress at this point into a gender studies discussion about the arbitrary entertainment boundaries set by society. (and those marketers seeking to pigeonhole us all into certain demographics)

Yes, it's true, I have met the enemy and he is me...well not really, isn't the goal for most of us to have more consumers instead of less? That would explain why for every shirtless Jim shot, there's a shot of Melinda in a revealing nighty or lingerie-inspired dress, right? Maybe marketing folk just want us all to get along and like the same things. You know, be equal, homogeneous, safe, boring...oh dear, no matter how you slice it, it's still B-O-L-A-G-N-A.

Where was I? BOUNDRIES. Boundaries that determine that certain programs can be considered quite proper entertainment for one subset of the population, yet decidedly eccentric for another. Sadly, the need to even type these paragraphs in proves that those boundaries are still much too firmly in place, and it'll be many a day before The Hulk and My Pretty Pony share screen time. (Robot Chicken aside.)

Forthwith, I declare that no demographic divider, be it gender, age or other, should force anyone into a certain block of entertainment...but I drift further away from the point of this entry and having already, rather desperately, used up my daily allotment of "forthwith", I'd best get on with it.

DAMN! I want a cigarette.

POINT BEING. Four days. No cigarettes. A few nights back, first night with no smoke, a character on Ghost Whisperer went outside with a cigarette at a traumatic moment and just went through the motions of smoking without lighting it. I thought to myself...hmmm, I kinda get that.

That was then. Tonight I fully understand the urge to go through the motions, but fear the relative ease of lighting the sucker should I try to play a game of chicken with him. After all, my pride's at a low ebb and I'd be more likely to swerve first.

I can't even slurp on a beer or sip slowly on a glass of wine to chill me out. Drinks and the satisfying smoke are as magnets ever pulling towards each other. Neither feeling quite complete without the other there to hold its hand.

So, I'm off to chomp on pretzel sticks and day old Halloween Candy (another magnetic duo.) BUT before I go, let me state quite firmly that the first non-smoking person to encourage me on my quest will be summarily dismissed...and I then promise to light one up in that persons' honor. And if I should succumb and smoke again, I dare you nonsmoking lot to say something. I'll blow rings right into your face.

It may sound unkind, but only the truly initiated can understand what I'm missing. The rest of you, zip it.

Labels: dose of mikey, medical mystery, random review, sharketing

* posted by me at 12:19 AM

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