| Supernatural, Season 4 |
[Oct. 3rd, 2008|10:20 am] |
I'm getting this up here so that six months hence I can say "LOOK AT ME! LOOK HOW RIGHT I WAS!" or, more likely, "LOOK AT HOW INCREDIBLY INSANE I WAS! WOOHOO!" So, here goes.
( Teal Deer regarding Castiel (and only the barest of spoilers for SPN 4:3) )
There ya go. Where I think Supernatural is going this season. By all means, shoot holes in it: I'm interested to see whether it holds water. Whether or not I'm right in this, the season's shaping up to be truly epic. |
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| This is my test of the Semagic posting client. |
[Aug. 23rd, 2008|12:49 am] |
Okay, so I'm a weirdo. I've never even given a thought to a posting client until recently. In the course of trying to find a way to help my friend ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) julia_here determine a way to post things with less insane-making hand coding, and after seeing the ease in which the magnificent cleolinda posts huMONgous amounts of really cool linkspam all at once, and seeing today that she uses this semagic thingie, I decided to give it a try. So far, so snood good. Doesn't help julia_here any, at the moment, because I need to find a mac-supported client for it, but this will make things hella easier for my lazy ass.
Sorry to take your username in vain, Julia, and you may not need anything like this after your own recent discoveries of useful mac-resident formatting stuff, but this resident-on-the-computer program that isn't another window seems pretty cool to me so far.
So some linkspam of my own, if this works. And first is Oh So Wrong, a blog started by a couple of friends of mine who have decided to document things that disturb and warp them greatly.
Next is a youtube of the 1956 Grand National steeplechase at Aintree, where Dick Francis' horse suffered a blowout a few dozen yards from the finish line, resulting in him being asked to write his autobiography, and thence leading to his Mystery-writing career.
And last but not least, as part of this test, A freaky optical-illusion-based parking-garage navigation system.
( Now I'm gonna test the cut tag function. ) |
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| When critters attack! |
[Jun. 14th, 2008|10:06 pm] |
My general animal-attack survival odds.
I'm putting the high survival odds as being mostly based on my unsually loud, piercing, booming scream. |
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| A Gentlemen's Duel |
[May. 14th, 2008|12:13 am] |
For those of you as like animation and those of you who like steampunkery. bon apetit!
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| Dad |
[Mar. 4th, 2008|10:48 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | dad | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
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| | Charlotte biting my feet | ] |
My father's in the hospital as I type this. He's had a stroke, and while it hit him relatively mildly as far as strokes can go, it's taken his speech output and the fine motor-function use of his right hand and foot.
He can still understand everything that's said to him and around him, as witness his ability to laugh at complicated jokes, and he's already begun a determined effort to physically rehabilitate himself, moving his leg up and down with a grim effort.
His ability to speak in complex sentences waxes and wanes: the idiot excuse for a doctor at the hospital says that he may have a sort of "wavery" partial recovery.
Why is the doctor at the hospital an idiot? Well, there's a treatment called TPA that has a chance of helping stroke victims recover from strokes if applied withing three hours of the event. When we called the ambulance, dad was having a Transient Ischemic Attack, which is a sort of precursor to a stroke: reduced blood flow, but not fully interrupted. He was aphasic, but still able to walk, if shakily. The woman on the ambulance noticed his stroke-symptoms came on AS they were taking him to the hospital, that he'd lost strength in his right arm progressively during the ride, and reported same to the doctors and nurses at the hospital.
The doctors at the hospital decided to date the event of dad's stroke from the time mom had last seen him with full use of speech: 10:15, rather than 11:45, after the ambulance had been called, but before he actually had a full-on stroke. We tried to get them to give him the TPA treatment, but the nurse on duty decreed that it was too late, even though three hours from even his more conservative time had not yet elapsed. He wanted to be darned good and sure dad had had an actual STROKE before applying TPA. When we asked why, he said that there was a 7% chance of bleeding in the brain if it had NOT been a normal clot-based stroke.
I asked dad if he wanted to risk it, the seven percent chance of quick death versus a possible but not guaranteed fix for some damaged tissue in his brain: he nodded and made affirmative noises much like frankenstein's monster. This apparently does not qualify as informed consent under Florida law.
So they rush him off for the CT scan. Bring him back. No sign of stroke. So they rush him off for an MRI. THAT shows the stroke. By this time, dad's regaining some use of his hand again, and is able to answer questions with one-word answers. He even tells the doctor that his pain and strange sensation started in his leg. At this point, Idiot Doctor tells us that "spontaneous improvement (Dad talking and pointing to his foot) contraindicates use of TPA, and anyways, we're WAY out of the time limit for it" as gauged from when my mom last saw him, not as based on when he was brought in, and the timing of the event whereby his right freaking side stopped working.
So dad goes through a bit of time where he's unable to speak (still understands English fine, just can't speak it) and I talk to the doctor, worriedly. This is when he tells me that Dad's recovery will likely be "wavery" as in have its ups and downs. He improves enough to talk with the neurologist when he comes in: the neurologist chews him out for not taking his plavix (which dad had stopped taking because it made him feel as if he'd prefer to be dead, so can't blame him there) or aspirin which, okay, maybe having easily-ruptured skin due to aspirin usage isn't as much of a downside as having a stroke, but jesus, water under the bridge, Doc!
Neuro tells us that dad will not have a complete recovery, but he will recover some. They put him on an Aspirin and vasodilating med called Agranox to keep his blood pressure elevated to some optimum post-stroke level to keep the blood flowing properly through his brain as best they can without kicking more clots loose.
So he's still down in the emergency room now, waiting for a bed in the Progressive Care Unit. Christian drove over from Tallahassee when I told him, and is watching him now. He'll be calling me when there's news, and he let me and mom go home to rest for a little while.
Heh... Mom was offering to help him cut up his dinner: "Do you want help, Jim? Do you want me to help you?"
"Grumble grumble"
"Do you want me to help you?"
I interrupt. "No mom, he clearly doesn't want any help. Doesn't change the fact that he may need some help, however" which sets Dad to laughing and smiling at me with his eyes. Mom laughs too, and he lets her have the knife to saw up his chicken so he can spear it with his fully dexterous left hand.
Thank god he's not useless with his off hand, like my mom and brother are.
I am so freaking worried about and for him.
EDIT AS OF MIDNIGHT
He's back to speaking with his normal fluence and competence. No telling about his motor skills, but he's talking again, in his normal overwhelmingly prolix manner. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 13th, 2008|10:39 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | cannibalism | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
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| | Waiting on a tech supporter in India | ] |
61%
Huh.
*makes sure butcher knives are sharp* |
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| James Marsters at DragonCon |
[Sep. 1st, 2007|10:04 am] |
My mom spent part of the evening yesterday at an event where James Marsters spoke back-and-forth with a small number of his fans.
In the course of this, James stated that (as far as work-related kisses go) he had enjoyed the experience of kissing John Barrowman more than he had enjoyed his experiences kissing Sarah Michelle Gellar. |
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| disillusionment and misanthropy |
[Jun. 20th, 2007|03:47 pm] |
I am not a particular fan of "hate crime" legislation, for the reason that a heinous murder or assault is a heinous murder of assault, regardless of the motivation behind it: that prosecuting thoughtcrime is repugnant to me, that actions are what should be focused on by criminal proceedings.
This story about a murder in Indiana, and the travesty of a "defense" that the accused are offering up as a... an excuse for their actions, makes me wonder strongly if my thoughts on "hate crime" are naive and simplistic.
God save us all, when someone thinks that possibly being hit on by someone that they fear might be a homosexual gives them the right to kill for such an "insult," to feel "a sudden heat" for more than six hours, through a brutal beating and murder.
If you are as enraged by this as I am, post about it, do one little bit to help spread the word, one little bit to help bring a scrap of justice to a victim who has been otherwise ignored. |
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| BTVS in Haiku format |
[Jun. 1st, 2007|02:53 pm] |
By my friend Sharky, from the Soulful Spike Society Message Board
BTVS Season One in Haiku
By Sharky
Welcome to the Hellmouth
Sunnydale High School.
The Slayer enrolled today.
What will happen next?
The Harvest
The Master needs blood.
Otherwise, he’ll remain trapped.
Look, Luke! The sun! Not…
The Witch
Cheerleader try-outs.
Amy’s mom attacks Buffy!
Trophy’s eyes screaming.
Teacher’s Pet
Xander’s a virgin?
Miss French is a giant bug?
Bat tapes do the trick.
Never Kill a Boy on the First Date
Buffy likes Owen.
The Anointed One will rise.
You’re kidding! A kid?
The Pack
Hyenas possess.
Flutie’s an unhappy meal.
Xander’s hottest look.
Angel
So, Angel’s a vamp?
A bumpy forehead and fangs
Spoil their tender kiss.
I, Robot… You Jane
Cybergeek stalks Will.
She’s clueless and friends worry.
RoboMolloch’s toast.
The Puppet Show
A scary dummy?
Hasn’t that been done before?
Oedipus Rex rocks.
Nightmares
Nightmares take on life.
Lucky Nineteen’s comatose.
Wake up, little guy!
Out of Sight, Out of Mind
Get ignored too long,
Become invisible girl.
Marcie’s crazy, too.
Prophecy Girl
Buffy drowns but then
Xander comes to her rescue!
The Master’s dusted.
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| Animology |
[Jun. 1st, 2007|02:37 pm] |
Snurched from my friend yorick28, who is a Kim Possible fan as well.
| ANIMOLOGY: What Animal Are You? Your Result: Teal Cat You're the Teal Kitty Cat! You're as swift and sly as a ninja and very hard to please. You can be very soft yet very cruel at the same time. Your soul mate is the beige racoon and you're in conflict with the red jaquar. | | Red Jaguar | | | Ocre and Gray Dolphin | | | Blue Fox | | | Tan Giraffe | | | Silver and Red Wolf | | | Gold Falcon | | | Yellow Trout | | | <ANIMOLOGY: What Animal Are You? |
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| Great Strikethrough 2007 |
[May. 30th, 2007|12:05 pm] |
Following the recommendation of a Friend of Julia_here and Julia_here's example, I'm actually populating my "Interests" with a bona fide interest: Freedom of Speech.
The unbelievable outrage of community and user deletion, perpetuated against mostly-harmless oddballs and completely harmless fen (and one group devoted to reading Nabokov) in the name of self-righteousness is detailed Here on Liz-Marc's Journal.
So, if you feel likewise about upholding a right to freedom of speech and freedom of thought, you might consider adding "Freedom of Speech" to your interests. |
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| The Plot, She Thickens |
[May. 22nd, 2007|04:50 pm] |
Okay, I know I'm paranoid, but this is just utterly ridiculous.
( Many words describing my further Adventures in Back Injury with the perfidious bosses at NCS, with amazed goggling at the apparent complete and total incompetence involved )
Tentative conclusions drawn by my paranoia: NCS is banking that I am an illegal drug user and will fail the test, and have not filed any record of the event until they find out whether I come up clean: if I don't come up clean, they will say I faked a worker's comp claim, and refuse it, as there is no accident report filed with the insurance company.
Actions to be taken.
1) Calm down, as I'm not gonna fail the stupid drug test, despite their convictions that I will.
2) Report the basics of the accident to Bridgefield ASAP: tomorrow at eight, by phone, if I need to, or tonight as a "To whoever handles claims for NCS"letter, if I can get access to a fax machine.
3) appreciate the fact that I can take more muscle-relaxants and anti-inflamatories in twenty minutes, and more painkillers as soon as I get done driving for a while. |
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| St. Patrick's Day |
[Mar. 17th, 2007|12:49 pm] |
It's St. Paddy's, and I'm missing Cat something fierce. I'm so glad I got to spend it with her, last year. Right now, I've got a scarf next to me that she gave me on this day 12 years ago, because I didn't have anything green on, and she considered it a shame for an Irish(heritaged)man to be greenless on this day.
On the first of April, it will be a year since she slipped her earthly bonds, and I miss my bitchy proud outcast sister more than I can say.
Mourning's like that. *shrug* |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 17th, 2007|12:35 pm] |
Snurched from soberchef
How did I get a worse MPAA rating?
The Everything Test There are many different types of tests on the internet today. Personality tests, purity tests, stereotype tests, political tests. But now, there is one test to rule them all. Traditionally, online tests would ask certain questions about your musical tastes or clothing for a stereotype, your experiences for a purity test, or deep questions for a personality test.We're turning that upside down - all the questions affect all the results, and we've got some innovative results too! Enjoy :-) | Personality | You are more logical than emotional, more concerned about self than concerned about others, more religious than atheist, more dependent than loner, more lazy than workaholic, more traditional than rebel, more engineering mind than artistic mind, more cynical than idealist, more leader than follower, and more introverted than extroverted.
As for specific personality traits, you are intellectual (93%), horny (72%), romantic (71%), slutty (65%). | | | Stereotypes | | Emo Kid | 89% | | Punk Rock | 87% | | Old Geezer | 83% | | | | Life Experience | | Sex | 42% | | Substances | 43% | | Travel | 22% | | Politics
Your political views would best be described as Liberal, whom you agree with around 73% of the time. | | Socioeconomic
Your attitude toward life best associates you with Working Class. You make more than 0% of those who have taken this test, and 58% less than the U.S. average.
| If your life was a movie, it would be rated R.
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| It appears.... |
[Jan. 30th, 2007|06:26 pm] |
That I have a new job. Working pulling cable for a network-installation company. Hired on as cable-dragger, told that the sky's the limit, for both pay and responsibilities.
-Matthew, who is freaked out, happy, apprehensive, and expectant. |
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| Rambling.... |
[Dec. 7th, 2006|08:36 am] |
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Charmed" is on, on TNT. It's another of those godforsaken episodes where all three of them (Paige iteration, not Pru) are whining their asses off about having powers, and wanting to have a "normal life." ( Babbling about superheros and normal lives ) |
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