Aerden (aerden) wrote,

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Back from the Half-Dead

On Monday, Mark came down with the flu. On Thursday, I came down with the flu and spent a very miserable day at work. When I got home I hung up my coat, crawled into bed, and didn't get up again until 10:10pm. At that time I went to the bathroom, ate some frozen eggrolls, washed dishes, and went right back to bed.

I had to go to work on Friday because it was the last day of my OJT, so we had the meeting to sign the paperwork so the OJT could continue for another three months.. I think my poor counselor was in worse shape than I. She had tripped while exiting an elevator at work and was stiff and sore all over. They have since closed down that elevator for repairs, because it isn't stopping level with the floor; it's stopping an inch or so lower.

I feel a little better, now. If my nasal passages weren't so congested, I'd feel close to normal. Since I have glaucoma, I can't take regular decongestants like Benadryl, though I can at least use Claritin--when it works. I took one pill last night around 7pm, and it was like taking a placebo; did nothing at all for the sneezing and teary eyes. I took another pill around midnight, and that one helped my nose clear up enough that I could sleep.

Mark and I went to our local Chinese restaurant for dinner, last night. The place has changed hands several times since we've lived here. It's most recent incarnation has been Fu's Garden. Now, it is Hu's Garden. It still has the fu dogs out front, though. I'm just thankful that they still make good won-ton soup. That and crab rangoon was my dinner, along with some hot tea.

I am so glad I have Monday off, because I still feel pretty blah. I didn't even get on the computer Thursday or Friday. When I tried to get online on Saturday, I discovered that LJ was down because of the power outage. After a while, it came back up, but the FiletMignon cluseter, which this journal is on, was still being restored, as was MadCow. I think everything is back up now, though.

Needless to say, we did not go gaming last night. For one thing, Mark and I both feel like crap. For another, our DM is very susceptible to any respiratory tract infection that comes along. When she's sick, she gets massively sick. So no gaming. Most people take Sudafed or something for colds. She takes erythromycin.

Donna and Tom came over Friday night. We saw Elektra with Tom, then picked Donna up and made pita bread pizzas and homemade hummus. I was surprised that Donna was willing to be in the same house as Mark and me, since we were both plague rats. She has this idea that if we're not feverish, we're not communicable. Yeah, right. I'll bet you she comes down with the flu herself by this coming Wednesday. I don't know why, but I feel like I have an inner sense of when I'm communicalble and when I'm not, and I believe in that more than anything else. I'm pretty confident that she'll get sick, even though I wasn't feverish on Friday. *shakes head*.

Suse--Remember when you recommended that I read those books about the Hebrides that Lillian Beckwith wrote? Now that I'm employed, I've begun buying them. The Hills Is Lonely came in on Thursday! I'm looking forward to reading it.

I also got my copy of The Man Who Outgrew His Prison Cell by Joe Loya. I saw the author being interviewed by a guy who...I was about to say "was a bit of a dork," but that's not quite accurate. He was a nice enough guy, just clearly hadn't been through what Loya had, and it showed. The interview was on BookTV, and I was quite intrigued by Loya's story.

Loya: "If you want your kids to learn to appreciate books, make sure they see you reading. Let them see you with a book in your hands."


I was planning to work on my Musevoices website this weekend, but this flu has wiped me out, and I can't work up the enthusiasm for it. I might do a little bit, but I'll be amazed if it happens. I wanted to start up an online poetry zine, but I don't have the energy for it right now.

Movie: Elektra was pretty good, but it was not a movie that had me exulting about how wonderful and fantastic it was. I would say it was average.

I would grouse about her costume--it was one of those stupid, bare-midriff things. However, when your primary opponents are using things like katanas amd Pure Effing Magic to fight with, it doesn't really matter if your midriff is bare or not; a katana will still slice right through spandex, and magic won't be deterred, either.

Whoever made this film labors under the impression that, just because lots of beautifully waving lengths of silk worked well in Hero they work well here. *rolls eyes* All that nice fabric does is get in the way and make it impossible for you to see what's happening. Plus, I just didn't care for such obvious cliche borrowing, on principle. Waving silk looks pretty, yes, but leave it for films like Hero, in which having a vast room filled with silk hangings which exist for no apparent reason somehow works.

I thought the story was good, and the message was good. Having been around blind people, I'm dubious about Stick's abilities, but if you're presuming that he's a master of a pseudomystical martial art, then maybe that flies. If you're going to convince people that a character is blind, though, have him bump into something, even if he is a Zen Master. Really, I think they should have just left the blindness out, unless it's in the comic book.

Dramatically, there is no need for blindness unless the character really is hampered by it. If the character is in no way bothered by it, or if he never has to distinguish colors or read something that is critical to the plot--don't have the character be blind. It's just silly.

Hurray! Hurray for lotion-coated facial tissues--they're a Godsend!

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"Dream On" - Aerosmith

Every time that I look in the mirror,
All these lines on my face getting clearer.
The past is gone.
It went by like dusk to dawn.
Isn't that the way?
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay.
I know what nobody knows,
Where it comes and where it goes.
I know it's everybody's sin.
You got to lose to know how to win.

Half my life's in books' written pages.
Live and learn from fools and from sages.
You know it's true.
All the things come back to you.

Sing with me, sing for the years.
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears.
Sing with me, if it's just for today.
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away.

Dream on, dream on.
Dream yourself a dream come true.
Dream on, dream on.
Dream until your dream comes true.
Dream on, dream on, dream on...

Sing with me, sing for the years.
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears.
Sing with me, if it's just for today.
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away.

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