Five Things and Eight Websites.
2006-06-03 11:49 p.m.
In case you're bored here are eight websites I visited today for various reasons. You too may also be amused, offended, curious and overjoyed but not necessarily in that order.
1) Ceiling Cat is watching you do naughty things.
2) Women on My Space are all in a twitter over This Guy who is a Registered Sex Offender. I'm a little curious about the ages of the girls on his friends list.
3) I finally discovered a blog which utilizes my MA in Medieval English! Then I found another one.
4) I was watching South Park last week and they showed the episode with the City (Shitty) Wok's owner's wife was on American Idol. They flashed her website at the end of the show. Go visit Wing and download some of her music. $5.95 gets you unlimited access or register and download some free samples like AC/DC and Abba.
5) Free Shakespeare in the park is coming up!
Electrocuted by meercats.
2006-06-02 5:13 p.m.
I was excited to go to physcial therapy because I thought I would get a nice ultrasound massage with all that gooey gel and nice heat. No. Instead he made me exercise, until I hurt. Until I started whining. A lot. Then he had my lay down on my stomach. Oh goody! I thought. I'll get a nice massage or at the very least some ice and/or heat. Instead he hooks me up to a TENS Unit. I had six electrodes placed on my lower back, a heating pad placed over it and then he turned the torture device on.
At first it felt like I was being stung by a swarm of bees. Next it felt like he let loose a pack of rabid meercats on my back and they were using their tiny little hands to dig out my vertebrae. Finally it felt like a bunch of pixies were pogosticking on my back with sharp toothpicks. Then the cycle started over.
WTF? Is this suppose to feel good? It was awful, even when I had him turn it way down. Where's my God Damn ultrasound? Very unpleasant. Luckily, he gave me a bunch of exercises to do at home and he told me I don't have to come back for 10-14 days. I'm thinking 14 days is sounding pretty good. *sigh* My back hurts.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraSmile and say qi.
2006-05-31 10:47 p.m.
I invited Tracy to go see the Shaolin Monks with me tonight. I figured she deserved a special treat after getting her brown/black sash in Mo Duk Pai kung fu. We met at Dragon Fish for happy hour sushi and wine. At least I had wine, I haven't had a drink in two or three months. I'm allowed one a week so I figure two every three months shouldn't blow out my liver. I go in for blood tests on Friday so we'll find out soon enough! The monks, as usual, were amazing. I loved all the Qigong demonstrations: like throwing a needle through a pane of glass to pop a balloon, the kid who stuck a bowl to his belly and they lifted him off the ground by the bowl, or the guy who ate a fluorescent light bulb *crunch crunch crunch* and the monk who did a headstand, spread his legs and had a stick broken over his - well you know - monk parts. Speaking of monk parts. You know what they wear under their robes? Pastel striped boxer shorts. You've always wondered. Now you know. After the show we hung out in the lobby for some serious monk flirtation. I got my picture taken with the monks (will scan and post poloroid shot later). Just so you know, a group of monks is very slimming. In fact, I'm thinking about travelling with a group of them at all times. They were so cute. And strong. They said their average age was 19. That's legal, right? Yeah, I'm going to Buddhist hell, aren't I? I'm going to be forced to sit on a lotus flower for 1,000 years and think about all the lustfull sins I comitted in my carnal form. Memo to self: Learn how to say 'So, what hotel are you staying in?' in Chinese. All in all, it was a fun night. I miss kung fu. I really want to hit people with sticks. She made me realize how lucky I am. I'm most likely going to make it out of this alive. This being the fricking sarcoidosis. I may be sick and in pain for another year but there's a damn good chance that I'm not going to die. That's a strong smack of perspective across the side of my head - just when I needed it. You see, I've been rather mopey lately. I save my blog for occasional whining but mostly for my devilish insight and hysterical wit. And humility, can't forget my world renouned humility! Also found on my blog linking escapade was the dancing Chris Farley. Also dead. [cheese] I guess the moral of my story is dance, do drugs (as prescribed by your attending physician) and enjoy every breath you take because things could be worse and each day is a blessing. [/cheese] I was doing what I do best, lying on the couch watching an episode of The Simpson's and whimpering softly at the pain in my wrists and fingers while I awaited for the last handful of madication madness to take effect. Loki jumped up on the couch, looking all bright eyed and bushy tailed. "Peeerrrrt!" He said rather glibly and then affectionately stuck his nose in my armpit and rubbed it around a bit. Then he kind of fell back on his heels, shook his head and sneezed uncrontrollably three times. "Snar-choo! Snar-choo! Snar-choo!" Then he gave me this look like I had intentionally hurt him. Excuse moi? I don't seem to remember saying "Come here kitty kitty and stick your cold wet nose in my armpit." He began washing his face furiously. I tried to remember when was the last time I bathed. It couldn't have been that long ago. It wasn't yesterday, was it Friday?, er Thursday night? "Fine. I'll take a damn bath. Will that make you happy?" As I dragged myself into the bathroom I could hear from the other room. "Snar-choo!" I guess when you can't remember the last time you took a bath it's time to get clean again.
The Monks Strike a Pose
Shaolin Monks
Originally uploaded by Kungfukitten.Thank you Jessica.
2006-05-30 9:50 p.m.
I was following blogs to blogs to blogs to blogs, you know how it is, the never ending linkage to blogs you never knew existed and I came across CancerBaby's Blog. As you can probably guess by the name she was 33 years old and discovered she had ovarian cancer when she was trying to conceive with her new husband. That was two years ago and she died on May 12th. As I read through all her archives I was struck by the commonalities of all the doctor visits, the pain, the drugs, the doctors, the scans. When I got back to the most recent entry I was crying. Crying for someone I never met and how unfair it was to be struck down in the prime of her life with so much left unsaid and undone. No fair.So much for my slacker lifestyle.
2006-05-29 7:38 p.m.