Thanks once again to Captain Rooba, a refresher course on how the whole thing works.
I’d make a snarky comment about getting the joke, but it’s not goddamned funny. Not really.

Thanks once again to Captain Rooba, a refresher course on how the whole thing works.
I’d make a snarky comment about getting the joke, but it’s not goddamned funny. Not really.
Thursday night, thanks once again to working at the radio stations, the nuclear Kerezman family viewed the new Spider-Man movie at the Tigard Cinemas. What did we think of it? Follow the web link, gentle reader.
Spider-Man review
“How did it go?”
I was ushered into a room, asked to strip naked and swab the pertinent area with disinfectant. Then I was laid out on the slab, er, table and grabbed, jabbed, cut and snipped. Twice. We were out of there within an hour. (Wendi, bless her brave soul, stayed with me through the whole ordeal.)
“How do you feel?”
Mentally, I’m just fine. I never had any qualms about the vasectomy itself, so it’s not like I’m having second thoughts or anything like that. Physically, I’ve felt better. Most of the time I feel like I was kicked in the nuts a half-hour ago. Occasionally there’s a bit of stabbing pain just like when they jabbed me with the anesthesia. There are stitches over which I keep a steady supply of gauze. I’ll probably be able to stop doing that in a day or three.
“How are you coping?”
Lots of rest, lots of ice, occasional doses of Vicodin. I’m under strict orders to take things very, very easy for the first few days. After that I’m to take things easy. Note the difference? I put in a couple of hours on the computer or in front of the TV, then I go lay down again (usually accompanied by the ice pack).
“When will you be able to, um, you know?”
Perv. Technically speaking I should be “able” by this evening, but only if I’m very very careful and gentle. In reality, I’m not going to try anything until I don’t need the gauze anymore. I don’t know when that will be, and I’m not crazy enough to rush the process.
That about sums it up, folks. Hopefully I won’t be compelled to bore or disgust you with any more entries on this subject. Thanks for bearing with me.
This entry lifted verbatim from Snappy the Clam:
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Here’s one of those “genre films” that a lot of fanboys like myself have been looking forward to for months… nay, years. In many ways Spider-Man has been our last, best hope to see a good movie based on a Marvel comics title. X-Men, after all, could have just been a fluke.
I’m pleased to say that Spider-Man, the movie, does not suck.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ve already been inundated with hype and info and imagery and so on. I’ll spare you things you don’t need me to tell you.
Here’s what works about the movie:
Here’s what doesn’t (quite) work:
Overall, it’s a great superhero movie and a better-than-average movie in its own right. If you like “genre” films in the least, you owe it to yourself to catch a showing. As for the Kerezman clan, my son Alexander stated halfway through that “we have to buy this when it comes out.” And he was saying this during one of the better Peter/MJ scenes in the movie, so it wasn’t just a reaction to the cool fight sequences. That’s my boy!
I’ve put it off long enough. With all the stupid things I’m willing to talk about on this site, it’s kind of crazy that I waited until now for this topic.
Tomorrow morning at about 7:30, I’m due for a bilateral vasectomy. That’s right, we’re taking the last step towards having no more children. How do I feel about this? Before this morning I was completely fine, no worries. Today I’m stressing out like crazy. It’s probably a delayed reaction.
By this time tomorrow, of course, I won’t have to be stressed anymore. The procedure is very quick and simple, so I’ll be spending most of my day relaxing (or a reasonable facsimile thereof) at home. Hey, I might even be online. Stranger things have happened.
I’m also taking this as an excuse for a four-day weekend. I could probably return to work Monday without problems, but why not turn a chore into an opportunity? Sometimes you have to create your own silver linings.