My aching feet.

I originally wrote "fett" but that's neither here nor there.

Oh my God my feet! I have been standing on them all day. I have at least two blog entries, and I didn't really know which one to make, but I guess that's decided now as I'm making this one. Lucky people! This one is about me. The other one is about why "Love Actually" is a horrendous movie. I know, I'm out of the girl club. I don't like chocolate, either. Or shopping.

Anyway! I guess the first order of business is Thanksgiving. A+! I read my livejournal friends list, and a lot of people were bitching about the fact that you're supposed to have a huge familial gathering on Thanksgiving, and they're depressed and angry that they don't have one. Well, funk that! You know what my big Thanksgiving was? My sister came over. That's all! But what made it A+ was that sweet potatoes were eaten by me. It was a communal food making and eating experience, just like that story that ABC News had. So there. The best part about Thanksgiving is days of left-overs. So just make a lot of food! Eat it later. Merry Everything.

Also, I may have a job. I'm still waiting to find out, because, as my mother just said nary a minute ago, "That idiot woman never called you?" It's about wrapping Christmas parcels for a gift co. I am both over-qualified and over-talented for it, and I only have the nerve to say that because the lady was terribly fastidious over a job that she later admitted she usually hires high school people for. I mean, who she be kiddin'! But she said she'd call me "by this weekend," so that's what I'm waiting on.

My mother and I have begun redoing the kitchen. Yesterday we chipped and sanded the hell out of everything, and then painted the ceiling. The woodwork had been done last weekend. And today I began Venetian Plastering! I am plaster happy. But only in the kitchen. It provides a bright and above all clean and attractive atmosphere for a place devoted to preparing food. I'd never put it in a living room or anything, though. I think it would feel too cold. But I completed one section of my total 5 planned out sections, and then I'm texture painting the tiles (which sadly, we cannot remove, as the walls are all gross behind) to look like stone. And then we're staining the cabinets green and getting new pulls. Nothing to be done about the floor (or countertops) at the moment, but, someday. I should have taken before pictures. Maybe I'll take after! That will have less time constraints.

Also, there are So Many Questions.

Furthermore, the phone line on which my modem resides has mysteriously ceased to function, so right now it's on-line on the main-line. Heh. It's okay, we rarely have phone calls, and anyone who would be calling this late for emergency purposes would call a cell phone. But I don't know what's up with that. The internet and I are still on speaking terms, but our relationship is strained. I just looked up some lyrics and now I'm getting to reading a recap. Woo hoo!

Something ... something more.

And, DUDE! MY BIRTHDAY IS ON SATURDAY. SATURDAY!!!!!!!!

That is all. Carry on with your intended business.

So true, so true.

Though, idealy, I would have been sweet potatoes. God damn I want some sweet potatoes.

You Are Mashed Potatoes

Oridnary, comforting, and more than a little predictable You're the glue that holds everyone together.

What Part of Thanksgiving Are You?

Also, I took the "How Like Your Sign Are You?" quizzes for both Sagittarius (my sun and ascendant signs) and Capricorn (my moon sign). I am 60% like Sagittarius, and 40% like Capricorn. Interesting.

Surprise!

Guess what! I was away all weekend in the South. NONE OF YOU KNEW THAT! Heehehehehee!!

I'm sorry. I don't know why that amuses me so much. I am so strange. Anyway, the person with the least idea of my whereabouts was Tiny Annie, who I saw ... okay, Saturday. (I was about to say, "Holy shit! Was it yesterday?" But it wasn't.) I had, prior to the weekend, intended to make a post about all the people I haven't seen in an insane amount of time (okay, um, not "all." Just the ones I'm very fond of, which is a much much smaller number), and she was going to be on there. Score! Fixed that problem.

Also, when I first saw her it was from the back of a theatre and I had to wait until intermission to get all up in her grill. So I was trying to find her in the crowd, and my precise thought was, "Well, my best option at the moment is that girl up front with the pigtails." I'm so perceptive. Also, when she was all afar, I was reminded of how adorabley tiny she is, and then when we were up close, I was reminded that ... we are the exact same height. Still. Sigh. But I'm always taller when she wears flip flops.

I will build a machine that transports me rapidly through space, and costs nary a cent. My first stop will be to the Pants's. Because I miss my Pants. I'm going to have to get on that.

Also, the boy and I watched the film Secretary (and also some episodes of Stargate SG-1. Yeesh). It was very little like what I was expecting. For starters, I didn't know James Spader was in it. SO WEIRD AND CREEPY. Ah, James Spader. We were entertained like the vastly mature people we are.

Also, I saw the latest Joan, Kirk. Because I couldn't tape it, so I just. watched it. I know, I'm proud of me, too.

Two weeks??! I can't wait that long!

Alternately titled: Lost. Hot. Damn.

Dear all my friends who have thus far not started watching LOST. Do it. I don't want to heard your lame excuses. "Oh, I have no time, I've already committed to watching other shows, blah blah wah blah wah." Stop doing other things! You have no better use for your time, I'm telling  you. Just ... no. Just watch it. That's my bottom line. Watch it.

I cannot wait two weeks! But then the next new episode is totally going to be C+C centric, and I am all about that. [exalts ] Although, it's too bad that it's now completely obvious


[Begin Spoiler for What is completely obvious. Well, if you watched the latest episode "Solitary"and the previews for the next. — Highlight to view]

It's Alex. Totally. Cracking Naveen Andrews on the head, attacking Claire (most likely for a slew of Oepidal reasons). Yeah. Totally. Oh well. Perhaps he's disfigured! With hives.

[End Spoiler]

In other news, there is sawdust everywhere. EVERYWHERE. I hate sanding.

Well, that was easy.

I totally do have an agen..cy. They just, apparently, didn't bother to tell me!

I thought perhaps that this evening I would call my cousins. I haven't talked to them in ... a million years, and yet they regularly turn up in my dreams. So maybe that's a sign of some sort.

In other news, I'm watching so much television that I can't even keep track of it anymore. I'm going to start watching Joan of Arcadia again because I accidentally caught the preview for this week's episode and now I really have to see it. But before I see it, I have to read the recap of the 16 episodes I missed. ... Before 8PM tonight. So, I'm taping the episode, and I'll watch it eventually. But sometime before that, I'm going to have to watch the Smallville episode that I taped, even though Pat already told me what it was all about. Jesus. Being a slacker is hard work.

Oh no!

This is a memo to the following members of the Buffyguide forums:

Jamie Marie, Victor, laser_doc, Marsia, starshine, Boo, Annie, Rob, Christine, Samantha, angel29, Angie, Nemesis, inertia, Helen, Valerie, Gandalf, Starshadow, Becca, Zeus, jadde, Zer0 Signal, Demon Girl, fetterdave, and CassyLee.

Never get deleted, yo. Never. Stick around for all time. For the following reason: if I still had my original restristration date, I would be the first name on the second page of the user list, sorted by registration date. If one of you were to cease to hold your position on said list, my name would, in spirit, be on the first page. This is alarming and wrong and should not come to pass.

You may now continue with your business.

Furthermore.

I eat dinner with my mother, and we watch ABC for most of the duration. Except Wheel of Fortune, because that's a stupid show. But, local news, Petey Jennings, Jeopardy! with the nerd. The whole thing. Even though my mother said she's getting bored with the nerd, because he always wins. And, as if in response to her gripings, it was an EPIC BATTLE on Jeopardy! tonight, during which Ken Jennings had to beat off two other nerds with his D&D magic staff. I imagine that when the cameras stopped rolling, he immediately turned to the man at his left and screamed: "Oh! You thought you could beat me?? I'm Ken Jennings, bitch!"

Anyway. I, lately, though I love the other Jennings man, have not wanted to watch the news. Like, at all. I've been rather success at not seeing the fucking news at all since last Tuesday. Although I do know that a 57 year old woman just gave birth to twins, and a news preview told me that one of Bush's cabinet was retiring.

Me: "Is it Bush?!?"
Mother: "No."
Me: "Is it Cheney??!?"
Mother: "I don't think so."
Me: "Is it Ashcroft? Rummy? Who??"
Mother: "I don't know!"

It was Ashcroft, incidentally, if you, like me, have been avoiding such things. And also the secretary of Commerce.

Anyway, instead of watching the news, I opted to watch The Secret Garden on HBO. Because it's a fucking fantastic movie. Because of that movie, and almost solely because of that movie, Agnieska Holland is on my list of best loved directors. It's one of the most beautifully directed films I've ever seen. My mother didn't want to watch this, either. She asked, "Yeah, how many times have we seen this ?" Even though I had to tell her what, exactly, it is we were watching.

And then, at the end, where they're all playing merrily in a field of heather, I turned to her and asked, "How could you ever get tired of this??" And then I burst into tears. With no warning whatsoever. I can't tell if this means that I am an enormous Girl, or, like, mentally unstable.

The Year of Jupe is back on track!

For the most part. I still don't know about the agency. (All your praise is too soon! Plus -- I didn't really do anything ) I went there today to drop off my headshots, and ... did exactly that. Hooray!? They were all "Great! Thanks! You may go." So I guess I will wait for someone to call me.

But in definite good news -- I have health insurance! Which I wasn't going to have, because I'm covered under my mother's plan, and it only covers me so long as I am a full time student, which, of course, I no longer am. But I have a new plan! That will mysteriously cover me at least until I become (maybe) a full time student again. Or a megastar. Either way. This is vastly important as I am a monumentally ill person, and need much in the way of doctor's visits and drugs and wacky, wacky procedures.

And furthermore, I know that everything will be alright, because I have had a sign from on high. Today, I was in the Port Authority of New York. I rather know this place, as I proverbially know my hand. Yet as I was preparing to go home, I wanted beverage, and I couldn't find any places selling such on the second floor. So I headed over to the escalators to the 400 gates. (That's right! 400!) And there, a fooding stand was selling Arizona Sweet Tea. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

As my readership may or may not be aware... well, let me start from the beginning. Many years ago, I was at my southern beau's house, and his mother inquired of me if I should like some "iced tea." And I was all, "Well sure!" And so then she started making ... tea! What? (I'm a total yankee.) And this mysterious "sweet tea" concoction was the most awesome thing I have ever had, ever.

Then, this past summer when I was commuting to class, I stopped in a little shop in the train station, and saw that they were selling a sweet tea, as marketed by the Arizona Tea Company. Awesome! Thought I. And ye, it was good. It was totally, totally good, because Arizona makes delicious addictive beverages. But what then? When I went back, THEY HAD NO MORE. No more. And they never got more. And I never found it again. Ever. So I've been searching for it for the better part of six months.

And I found it. Yay! I went to the counter and asked, "How many do you have?" Which is why I walked away with $18 worth (9 bottles) of tea.

If I could top this all off with a Rufus Wainwright concert, I'd be set.

It has been such a good day. Except my chest is still broken out. That's not good. [/depressing footnote]

It's Good News Week!

I may, possibley, have an agent.

In other news, I was wondering if it would be possible to ... explain global warming to me. Because I ... may not believe in it. But wait! Don't kill me! I more insanely don't think I know what the hell it's about. So, if I could get some help on that, that would be good. I don't want to transform into a hyperconservative apologist or anything. But, uh... yeah!

I have nothing to say about anything else.

Well, touché.

My fellow countrypeople of New Jersey,

Fuck you too.

Your buddy,
President Bush

An open letter to our (current) president.

Dear George W. Bush,

Fuck you, sir. Fuck you.

Your buddy,
The State of New Jersey

Halloween Masochism.

Woo! So far, it seems that my radioactive powers allow me to make incredibley astute observations. No fair! I wanted a better one. Also, whilst I have been home eating soup all week, I kept seeing advertisements for the USA airing of "Queen of the Damned," the enemy of my soul. A film against which I had been waging a holy war. And yet, somehow, I convinced myself that it would be a good idea to watch it. Something to do with not being an utter hypocrite, I guess. In order to spew bile about it, shouldn't I at least watch it first?

Seemed like a good idea at the time. Yes I watched it. And it was enormously painful. I expected it to be the worst movie I'd ever seen, and it really surpassed my expectations. Wait, you ask, aren't I horribley biased? Well, yes. But I about forced myself to remain open-minded about it, if I had to pry my brain apart to do it. And it took thirteen minutes before I stood up and said "This is the stupidest film I've ever seen." Pretty good!

Anyway, I took notes throughout the film on what sucked and how much. Here, unadulterated, are some of my favorites.

- young Jesse enunciates just like Bob Dylan.
- Marius = Roman? = Russian? = close enough?
- Townshend = The Suck.
- David is old? Shit, he's like, thirty.
- Lestat = French? = Russian? = close enough?
- WHAT!?! STUPID!!
- Kinky.
- What awesome communication skills.
- Apparently, vampires are such that the only words they can ever speak to each other are expositional.

- 90% of Abu Ghraib prisoners surveyed said they were forced to watch this movie.

- Wow. The character interactions are so well-constructed and believeable.
- Nice makeup, though. On the skin. Not the eyes. The women look like drag queens. The men look like bad drag queens.
- Is he listening to his own music on headphones? In a room surrounded with PICTURES OF HIMSELF?

- I could write a better script by sitting on a typewriter.

- What's up with the shimmies, dear?
- personality = 0
- Is this Mad Max?

- Ew! Hairy nipples!
- Also, where is she getting all these gold bras?
- Explain please?
- ... in a way that isn't assinine?

In other news, I made up a new rule for Halloween. I refuse to give candy to anyone who is taller than I am. I complained about this experience to my mother. She told me that I stopped trick-or-treating when I was four. I told her that I didn't like it, because it was begging. Heee! FOUR! I laughed for the rest of the night. I bet I was the cutest child that ever lived.

Nuclear upgrade in five, four...

So, doctors, and everything else, are stupid. There was all sorts of nonsense this weekend about who was calling what and when and what in the world any of this had to do with scheduling my radioactive upgrade. But then my father called me this afternoon, and said he had scheduled the whole thing to be done tomorrow morning at 11AM. Good to know! I'm glad I was consulted.

Crappily, this means that I will not be able to hang out with Ace and starshine (and Jaynee?) this weekend, which I was looking forward to. Instead, I'm going to be radioactively ill. Or so my doctor claims. Given the amount of thyroid output my test showed, I can expect to get real fucked up for the next week. If you have my number, give me a call! I bet it will be entertaining. Also, I'm getting my period on Friday (I'm sorry gents, and prudish ladies). I only mention this because of course I'm having this done when my radioactive waste potential will be at its highest. I hate everything. I really should have seen my doctor about some sleeping pills, because it would be nice to be unconscious for all this.

I probably won't be online for a while, or if I do (who am I kidding?) it will only be for brief periods, so I'm not getting everything all radioactive. I was thinking of making my last entry before doing so my last review for Angel, but I still haven't watched the tape because I'm just that lazy.

For those who were asking though, I'm hoping to get some sort of knowledge or comprehension thing going, like, maybe be able to understand any language or anything spoken. Possibley because I'm able to connect to the mental channel that opens up when people are thinking and then start to speak. I was thinking though that I'll probably just become immune to nuclear blasts. Like the Homega Man. It would probably suck, though. Fighting off mutants and a conquering Al Qaeda or something. Maybe I'll be able to absorb the radiation and use my eyes as laser beams.

Oh, the possibilities!!

Turn off the lights, and I'll glow.

That was the worst title ever. I'm sorry. But it's true!

This is the continuing story of my being radioactive! See, it has been determined by medical types that I should undergo what is called a "thyroid ablation." This involves me taking a dose of radioactive isotope I-131 (the number is the count of protons in the nucleus! Yay chemistry!) which will then proceed to kill my thyroid gland so that it doesn't make me .. um, die.

I got to sit down today and read all about what I will be required to do after I become florescent. I will be a leper!! I'm supposed to stay at least 6 feet away from people for a week! No one touch me - I'm radioactive! Not that it's dangerous or anything. The radiation is totally safe for all people and things, including me the person ingesting it. It's not like it'll give you cancer or anything. I just need to ... stay away from all objects for a while. Just for fun!

Things I touch will not be in danger of being radioactive. Like an AIDS patient, it'll be okay to hug me. But watch out for my bodily secretions! TOXIC!

If I drool on anything, like I sometimes do, or I become a gross germ-infested mess that drips constantly from the nose, like I sometimes do, I will be dripping with radioactivity! And that which I defile will also become radioactive!

Luckily, the half-life of this isotope is such that in 80 DAYS, I will contain no more radioactiveness than people usually do, and I will be indistinguishable from you regular humans. On a nuclear level. But until then, it's no planes or nothin' for Amy! I wouldn't want to be detained and probed. Then I'd be on the news. Then I'd be shunned forever.

I have to promise not to get knocked up within that 80 day period, though. Easy!

In other news! I went to the Mall At Short Hills again today! I have no idea why my father seems to like shopping so much. Bookstore! I got a book that is the greatest thing ever, but I can say no more about it, because I might get another copy and use it as a gift for ... a person. Don't expect it to be you! Forget you read that! Just remember that I am awesome!

Anyway, if I don't gain super powers as a result of all this, I will be very disappointed.

New Jersey: George Washington's spiritual home, bitch.

So, today I went to Morristown to become radioactive. I wonder if I have super powers. I went there because they have the best nuclear medicine in the state, so I went, despite my mother's chides that there are places closer. It's not about convenience, it's about doing all I can not to fuck up my glands. So, there.

So around 10:30, I am presented with The Pill. The pill is very entertaining. It contains a minute trace of radioactivity (I cannot go on a plane without a doctor's note. Heee! You know, because of the terror). It's keep in this sealed, multi-chambered vial with a lock on it. The doctor does his best not to touch the pill, eyeing it nervously, then dumps it in my hand, and tells me to swallow it. Funny!

Anyway, this is by and large the most boring part of the day. I have to let the ISOTOPES settle into my body for four hours, so the old man and I hit the town. Morristown has a church on every goddamn corner. This may be an exagerration, but only *just barely* ! Churches everywhere.

In addition, they are so hard for George Washington. Washington stayed here! These are Washington's Headquarters! George Washington loved New Jersey So! Goddamn! Much! So you can suck it, Virginia!! I hope you choke on George Washington's thick love for Morristown! Bitches.

Also, I have determined that my fair state is broken up into "really nice areas" and adjoining "kinda crappy areas." It's a recurring theme I've noticed. The really bad parts are actually few and far between. It's most just "nice" fading into "kinda crappy."

But now here is the important thing: my father took me into a department store called "Century 21." I had never heard of such a thing before. In New York, you say? Whatever, guy who is very old! Century 21 is a realtor operation, isn't it? Anyway, my father really wanted to see it, so we when in. He wound up purchase a one-hundred dollar pair of sunglasses. For seven dollars. That was awesome! But not nearly as awesome as what I got!

What I got, and what I am now wearing, is a man's hat. I don't know if it's quite a fedora. Probably not. But it is an Indiana Jones hat. It's an archeologist's hat. It's so great. I love it. We were in the men's department, obviously, and I began trying on what were obviously men's hats. However, I looked really really good in them. It's wonderful. It's got that pinched part in the front, so I was holding it with three fingers over my stomach area, then putting it on over my face.

Honestly, even though this is definitely a piece of men's apparel, it is quite possibley the sexiest thing I've ever worn. Especially with the shirt I was wearing, that had mostly unbuttoned superfluous buttons at the top. I love my hat. It makes me want to talk to monkeys, and jump over chasms.

Well, when Zombie Foot heals.

Lost Review #1

Sorry if my title is confusing. I am not reviewing the show "Lost" - though I have been watching that regularly. It's a great show! All should watch! Hail Lost!

Anyway, I have two more Angel episodes taped, so I figured I should fill in my reviews gap with what I have. I was also going to tape the last seven episodes of Angel (starting yesterday) but I'm an imbecile. I taped "Shells," but this afternoon, when I wandered in my room to shut off the tape at 6PM, the television was off. I can only assume right now that when the episode started, I hit "Power" instead of "Rec." Because I am apparently a functional retard.

Zombie foot is doing better. I'm up to 17 pictures! That I still can't show anyone. Blast you Windows 98!!!

In addition, I miss the boy. It's okay, he knows. But I think I'm going to have to ask some of you people to go back to being long distance, so I don't feel so isolated ated ated ated.

I have made cookies three times within the last month.

[Begin Spoiler for Soul Purpose — Highlight to view]

Well that was certainly interesting! I believe I liked it. I definitely liked the ideas contained within, but if I have trouble, it's probably with the execution. Directed by David Boreanaz! Man! Is that a first? That was ... odd. I'm not sure how to describe the style as being other than "disjointed" or "quirky." Not bad, but definitely underexperienced. Although, knowing what I know of David Boreanaz himself (courtesy of quotes at TWoP) this makes perfect sense. So ... alright!

I liked Lindsey, but it was hard. I didn't like the strip bar or whatever they were in in the beginning. And I didn't like that Lindsey was all showing up there proffering his business. When he was all "I'm Doyle" I thought, Oh Lindsey. First I had to stop and rewind to make sure he'd actually said that. Those bitter fans from Season One are so gone, man. So gone. You can never get them back. But I was intrigued. At first I thought, "Does he even know who Doyle is?" Sometimes I forget how long Lindsey has been on this show. I also like that Angel didn't find out about this shocking twist in this episode. They're saving it. Good work, I want to see what comes of that.

Following. I like the parallels of Spike and Season One Angel. I knew what they were doing, but it was nice and subtle. Except for the double-staking action, there were no iconic repetitions. And when Gunn and Wesley came to Spike peddling their wares, they were so like the smirking suits of old. And I wasn't even distracted with complaints of "oh, this is out of character" because they're really weren't. They had their motives that they weren't fully divulging, but according to Gunn and Wesley, they were the same people they'd always been, out to do some good.

And I very nearly enjoyed Spike again in this episode. I like that he replied "Well what did you expect?" to the girl he saved. It was like, "Hey, I recognize that guy." Of course, all the follow-up to that I didn't like. He lost that aura again. And I think in the whole episode, we went back and forth between Spike of Old and Spike Nouveau. It was kind of okay, and still kind of not. And the "Buffy" scene made me sad. Yes, I know, Angel's hallucination and all that, but, geez. No wonder Gellar didn't want to do a guest spot on the show.

The hallucinations were interesting. Took up a lot of time, and didn't reveal much and probably were over-used, but they were okay. "Thank you, bear!" Heeeee! For some reason, I think that is the greatest line ever. It's so random, and Amy Acker's delivery is just perfect.

Eve continues to exist. God! Why! And we now, apparently, know ... everything we need to about Lindsey. Well. That was quick. Honestly, I would have been okay with a tiny bit more suspense and not as much upfrontness, but then again, the season is half over at this point. Oh well. It's hard to make speculation about what has already happened (everyone reading knows if I'll be right or not) but I seriously hope his only interest in Eve is using her. I hope he winds up selling her down the river. Not only does she deserve it, but she's stupid and annoying and deserves it. And I would feel much better about Lindsey if he didn't have any serious interest in her.

And as for their little game, I'm glad Angel at least is starting to figure it out. It would be very annoying to have Eve lead them around when we know what she's saying is diversionary bullshit. And they are so stupid!! I swear to God, I wanted to slap all of them. Why are they listening to her? Why do they care? Why are there no warning lights going off? She tells Gunn that the Senior Partners don't know what's going on and are confused. Well my eyebrow just shot right up. This is the Senior Partners, yes? Who we've always been given to believe are Not Of The Earth? Why is it not completely obvious that she's lying? When everyone is working on important pressing issues, she tries to get them to focus on some little thing that she found and no one cares about. Why is this not completely obvious? She tells Fred her feet are being burned. Would you like some salve? An ointment? So? Blaaaahhhh. I can't stand it when the characters are so stupid. I hope Eve dies badly. Maybe I'd feel differently if she were portrayed by another actress.

Now for some shallow observations! I missed doing these. Harmony was wearing whore makeup for this entire episode. What was up with that? Also, I found it funny that she was also sporting Buffy's hair from Superstar. Commentary? Also, I got distracted by David Boreanaz's shiny shiny fingernails. In Anne Rice books, vampires are supposed to have shiny shiny fingernails, so I wondered if they were jumping on that bandwagon. But then I thought, David Boreanaz seems like the kind of dude that gets manicures. And perhaps Angel is too, you never know. Also, Harmony said "on accident" in this episode. Do people really say that? I must ask because I know I've said it, but I thought I was creating a new phrase or something. People say "on purpose" but they say "by accident." I determined once that "on accident" sounded completely cute, so I said it. I didn't know that it was an actual ... thing that people said.

[End Spoiler]

And on that note ... night all.

Foot update: Revenge of Zombie Foot!

Blah, so, sorry about the offer of Zombie Foot photographs. While it still looks driven to madness with the desire to eat human flesh, there is a problem. My computer has decided that it would be really cool to be the stupidest thing in the world, and refuses to recognize the camera I have PLUGGED INTO IT!

I don't know, man. My computer has two USB ports that up until this year I had never used. I plugged my web camera into one, and that worked fine. Then, when I got my first digital camera, I tried plugging it in the same one, but it didn't work. I plugged it into the second one, and it worked with no problem. Now, no matter what I do, I cannot get any new hardware to work in either of them. It's like you can only use one port for one thing ever, and then it's over, you're done. Yes, that doesn't make much sense, but then, my computer is ass retarded. Help?

In other zombie foot news, I got it stuck this morning with a local anesthetic ... or ... painkiller. Or something. It was weird, and the needle made my foot bleed a lot, because of all the blood trapped in my foot. I narrowly escaped dripping blood onto the floor! Anyway. I don't know that I care for it. My legs and lower spine area have been tingly since this afternoon, and I feel like my flesh is incredibley heavy, and being pulled down by an unseen force. Walking was definitely a challenge.

Wish me luck for tomorrow! [/mystery]

Also! Happy Wedding Annika and Will! I remembered and thought about you at approximately 5:40 Eastern Time, so hopefully that was some time around when you were doing wedding things. Aww.

Foot update: Spoke Too Soon?

That title has too many "o"s in it.

So, yesterday, I got off the train and directly into a doctor's office. See, on Tuesday the boy and I determined that my foot was ... unattractive. Or, the actual phrase used to describe it was "zombie foot." Because, seriously. So anyway, I called my father to get a second opinion about zombie foot once I got back.

My primary care physician said that all the alarming under-the-surface bleeding was not anything to worry about. However, the swelling, he said, was. I didn't think the swelling was too bad, considering that on Monday, it had been a grapefruit. Anyway, he said the amount of swelling indicated that there was bone injury. He wants me to get more x-rays.

Cut to: X-Ray Place. I get more x-rays. The technician is bitchy, but she should have gone home several hours before, and she was waiting for some dude to come in, which he didn't, so I cut her some slack. Anyway, longer story less long, I might have a tiny small fracture on one of the bones.

Cut to: going back to PCP's office! I'm waiting for twenty minutes in the car, at which point I call my father up in the office, and I'm all "What are ya doin'?" He's making me an appointment with a podiatrist.

It is apparently difficult to explain to people why I was at this point very cranky and irate and in the most desire to just go the hell home. But, anyway, I was.

At podiatrist: takes more x-rays. Determines that foot is probably fractured. A small, tiny, itty bitty, hairline fracture. Which means that it's really no more injured than I thought it was before, when I thought I had badly bruised the bone.

However, I'm apparently injured enough to warrant *a cast on my foot*!! Which made it more uncomfortable and difficult to walk than before. Also, on Saturday, I'm doing to go back to this dude, and he's going to take the cast off and pump me full of drugs so I can swim through my weekend.

Also, at the moment, my foot is wet from being in the shower. My mother gave me a garbage bag and some rubber bands to wrap around it to keep the cast from getting wet. Didn't work!!! Now my foot is also cold and heavy.

I hate everything. But! When I got home, I took a picture of zombie foot, if anyone would like to see that. Sadly, I could only get the toes, because the rest has plaster on it. I should warn you though, that some things are so gross that they're cool. This is not one of those things. It's so gross I can't even upload it and put the picture here, because it's just that gross. So. Who wants to see it!

Foot status: Not Broken.

Hooray! So, I'm at the boy's. On Sunday, many items were moved into the apartment, including some assembleables like the massive computer desk. Today I was going to attempt to start putting this together. The box containing the pieces (it's a big, long, pretty thin, rectangular cardboard box) was on its thin side, and I was going to lay it flat on the ground.

In theory. See, just because the desk is in pieces doesn't mean that the boy got some normal, cheapo pseudo-wood desk like normal people would get. I think it's all actual wood. And remarkabley heavy. I remark on it because I was not expecting the weight when I tried to lower it. Because of this, I was greatly surprised when it began plummeting towards the earth at a near instanteous speed. And directly onto my left foot.

To put it mildly: Ow. It sort of felt like stubbing your toe, if immediately after stubbing your toe you were also shot in the foot !! After ten minutes of wailing on the ground, I noticed that my foot seemed to have a grapefruit-sized lump growing out of my foot. Since I have experience in traumatic lower-limb injury, I figured it was about time I started moving around. I had actually been chatting with Pat at the time, so I thought I should let him know what was going on. That's never not awkward. "Um, hi! I seem to have ... broken my foot. But don't worry, though!"

I had to assume it was broken, but I couldn't really tell. Then I waited a few hours for the boy to get home. I rested for about an hour, then I moved around via the ground. I took lots of Advil.

After the boy got home, he made me a sandwich and then we had an adventure getting Lost In Maryland before finally finding a Patient First. They x-rayed, and found that no bones were broken or fractured or anything like that. I just banged it up but good. So ... I consider this a yay.

What's also a yay is that they hooked me up with some crutches and some sweet sweet painkillers (triple-strength acetaminophen laced with codeine). It should be better in a few days.

In other news, since I wound up staying longer here, I had to rely on the parents to tape Angel. Which ... probably did not go well. I'll ask my mother how it went tomorrow, but the answer will most likely be not good. I'd be lucky if she taped the last ten minutes. So, apparently the universe didn't like my reviews that much after all. Maybe the universe is a Spike fan. That would figure. Anyway, I think I need a little break from Angel anyway, so I'll consider this the Christmas/New Year's hiatus. And then -- Sweeps! The boy told me he will buy me the DVDs when they come out. Aww. No one tell him I don't have a DVD player!

Such is life. But the bottom line is that I'm not seriously injured, which would have made life suck a whole bunch.

General thoughts and ratings for Angel 5.9, "Harm's Way"

There will not be a review tomorrow! Superhero Girl will be so happy. Tomorrow I will be on a train! And then in a car! So my weekend will be filled with work and activity.

Also, I need new underclothes, like, bad.


[Begin Spoiler for Harm's Way — Highlight to view]

Well that was nice and pointless. Seriously. Here's a line to sum it up: Office jealousy, but with monsters and with Harmony, so that makes it a perfect episode for Angel. There was no point at all to this episode. Why did they bother? Its whole point was to show that Harmony is not an outcast in the firm. Great! Except ... when were we supposed to think she was? There was no build up at all to this, the problem was created and solved within the episode. We met new people who we will never have to think about or care about again, and even if these demons were to later become important, this intro would still be completely unnecessary. And who was that chick? Who cares?

At first, I liked this episode, because it was light and fun. I like Harmony. (And I've never tried to say otherwise!) But eventually the banality of the whole thing overwhelmed me.

I liked the entirely and wholly bizarre little skit in the beginning, but if I may channel Television Without Pity for a moment, that would have been good in the first episode, not the ninth. Do we have to explain the premise in every episode? [brain cries ]

The Spike Is Creepy factor was through the roof in this episode. I was utterly skeeved, and after he left the screen, I felt like I need a shower and a wire brush. I hope he dies.

And the title made no sense either. It was just a pun on her name, but had no actual relation to the episode. Good job!

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