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Month: February 2012

  • Ivan With The Head Of A Bear

    How’s this for a bold, principled statement on a controversial topic:

    “Jack Frost” is the best MST3K episode of all time.

    Yes, better than its cousin, “The Day The Earth Froze.” Yes, better than “Manos, Hands of Fate,” largely because (let’s face it) “Manos” is just plain painful for most of its running time. Yes, better than “Gamera vs. Gaos.” Yes, better than “Prince Of Space.” Need I go on?

    Let the evidence speak for itself, then.

    • “I thought Jerry Garcia was Father Mushroom.”
    • ‘No, not a princess. You are a queen!’ “In that you look like Freddy Mercury.”
    • “M is for the many times you beat me. O is for the other times you beat me…”
    • “Jack Frost opened fire on a stand of willows today…”
    • “I’m bacon! Baconbaconbaconbacon…”
    • “Bob Keeshan is Mr. Natural.”
    • “Michael Nelson is Lord of the Dance!”
    • “So I guess instead of vacuuming this house, you Zamboni it.”
    • “Hello, this is the sun. Your call is important to us, so please stay on the line…”

    At any rate, until today I had to make do with an old VHS copy, but no longer. I now own this fine bit of televised hilarity in DVD form!

    You may now bask in the glory of my awesomeness. Thank you.

  • Hip Hip Hooboy

    I turn 40 in a few weeks.

    I’m no stranger to the trick knee, having “enjoyed” such for most of a decade so far. Unpleasant, sure, but it’s manageable, isn’t it? Stairs aren’t your friend but level surfaces don’t cause much difficulty.

    Yesterday morning, my left hip started going wonky. As in, “walking hurt like hell all of a sudden.” What’s weirder is that stairs don’t trigger the pain much but walking across level ground becomes rather excruciating. Like, say, the walk to the store and back.

    And I woke up with the same pain this morning. This had better subside, and soon…

  • A Silly Sentence

    Such are the thoughts which cross my mind at random times of day or night:

    You know, “The Heir of the Air may err” is a perfectly valid sentence but without context it’d be difficult to understand when spoken.

  • Muddling Through

    It’s been a rough few years.

    I know: Just look at the abysmal rate at which I’ve been posting.

    Losing the Entercom job hit me really damned hard; I never recovered from that, even most of six years later. It’s more than that, though. Now my day-to-day existence is just getting through the day. Each day is planned out: Mondays, I do this. Tuesdays, I do that. A minimum of 12 hours per 24 on weekdays revolves around getting ready for, going to, being at and going home from work. And at the end of the money, there’s a lot of month left.

    On a side note: Once-per-month paychecks are a pain in the ass.

    On another side note: Not once getting a cost-of-living increase in over five years really sucks in this economy. (Yes, yes, I have a job, shut up. I know.)

    It’s not all bad, mind you. My romantic relationships are stable, even joyful. The kids are awesome. (Like that’s new.) I am gainfully employed, I have enough to pay the bills, etc. Could be worse.

    But. I’m not where I wanted to be, financially or otherwise, by this point. I turn 40 in a few weeks and many of the things I thought I’d have accomplished by now are so far out of reach they might as well be on the planet Mars. And from the look of things, nothing good is coming down the pipe for a long while yet… and more unpleasantness is headed my direction even as I compose this posting. (Knowing the type but not the exact scale of this oncoming unpleasantness does not help.)

    I don’t even know what I’m “good” at anymore, except occasionally I can make some people laugh. Other than that? No idea. My current job has taught me that no, I’m not really that good at the computer stuff. So… what is it? What do I bring to the table? If I wanted another job, how would I convince anyone to hire me?

    Yeah, right.

    Most days I don’t feel strong enough, smart enough, or good enough. But, I muddle through. People are counting on me. So I’ll keep at it.

  • Goodbye, French Bread Pizza

    We enjoyed a “fend for yourself” dinner last night, my roommates and I. Since we also went to the grocery store right after work this turned out to be a great plan. (Responsible Me picked up some breakfast and lunch options for work so I’m not eating out all week long…) In a fit of nostalgia I picked up a box of something I hadn’t enjoyed in quite a while: Stouffer’s French Bread Pizza. I used to eat those things all the time, I tell you.

    Coincidentally, I also used to deal with acid reflux attacks fairly often. I couldn’t quite figure out why, and eventually they just stopped and I didn’t worry about it much.

    Yes. Well. Quarter-past-three this morning I woke up to the nastiest acid reflux I’ve suffered in ages. Oh.

    I think that’s it for those French Bread Pizzas, don’t you? Now to stumble through my day on about four hours accumulated sleep…

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