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Dec. 2nd, 2011 12:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodyrosemccoyI got me some blogger’s block. Know what that means? A bullet entry!
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Went to Ed the Hairbender today so’s he could silly up my hair again! I’ll post pictures at some point, unless I don’t, but I’ll tell you now it’s my usual tortoiseshell swirls with a warmer twist—I look a bit tigerish. It was that or Xmas colors.
While I was waiting for the dye to set another lady saw my book—a juvie fantasy novel—and we started to talk about how awesome fantasy is. After a bit of book comparing (she liked The Name Of The Wind), Ed came back. “Oh,” I said. “Looks like it’s time go get this foil out of my hair and let the aliens hear my thoughts again.”
There was a pause.
“Okay,” the lady said, “maybe you read too much fantasy. “
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She wasn’t quite correct, though. It’s not so much the fantasy as the way I’ve been on a serious Fringe binge. Goddamn, y’all, THIS SHOW. I love every single character and am a total fangirl of Astrid. And as I said earlier, I get a huge kick out of the fact that the pale bald mystery dudes are called Observers. I really hope that’s a sign that some writer was an MST fan.
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So! My Thanksgiving weekend this year still had a few small adventures. First came an abortive trip to the mall on Black Friday (“Are you crazy, Mom?” “Oh, it can’t be that bad!” “I’d better come along. Let me get my old sparring pads and some safety goggles.”) After fifteen minutes we decided that it was too damn much trouble to find a parking space, so we came home and did our shopping online as I had suggested.
That was still a bit of a treasure hunt, though. I even had to go to the internet UK to track some stuff down, and enlist the aid of good buddy and great sport![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
acrossthelake in the actual UK to finish the job.*
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But the good times did not last! That evening Dad came to find me.
DAD: Can you help me? It’s your mom. I was talking to her, and I went to the bathroom, and when I came back she had stopped making sense.
ME: Is she asking herself, “How did I get here?”
DAD: Just get over here. *to Mom* Hey, do you recognize this person?
MOM: … Yeah, I know who that is.
DAD: …
…
…
Who is she?
MOM: That's Amelia. ... I don’t feel good.
ME: What’s the matter?
MOM: Well, my clothes are all sticks and there’s a wax cat on my chest. Also my feet are tennis balls.
ME: Ah. Dad, I see what you mean.
DAD: You’re lucky I’m a doctor.
MOM: Why? Who needs a doctor?
So I spent the evening helping Dad do neurological tests. After some science and detectivery we ruled out “stroke,” “aneurysm,” “flu,” “space rays,” and “Pazuzu,” and decided it was a bad reaction to her new sleep medication. So after we escorted her to the bathroom for the old-fashioned DIY stomach pump, we figured we could let her sleep it off. Though we did keep checking to make sure she was breathing.
And the next day we teased her mercilessly about it. After all, she ddn’t remember, so we certainly had to remind her.
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Ocarina Xmas carols are happening! Which is great, except I am still indirectly allergic to my ocarina, in the sense that every time I play it I suddenly get facehugged by the cat. Either that, or I lock her out of my room—and she tries her damndedst to either batter down the door or crawl under it.
But it’s worth it to be able to play through “Jingle Bells.”
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I also owe y’all the story of Thanksgiving Weekend In Mombasa. I thought I’d written more about it before, but I suppose I hadn’t. It may take me a while to put it together, but I’m working on it!
*Also I got her address, so I can send her the awesome thing I found for her!
---
Went to Ed the Hairbender today so’s he could silly up my hair again! I’ll post pictures at some point, unless I don’t, but I’ll tell you now it’s my usual tortoiseshell swirls with a warmer twist—I look a bit tigerish. It was that or Xmas colors.
While I was waiting for the dye to set another lady saw my book—a juvie fantasy novel—and we started to talk about how awesome fantasy is. After a bit of book comparing (she liked The Name Of The Wind), Ed came back. “Oh,” I said. “Looks like it’s time go get this foil out of my hair and let the aliens hear my thoughts again.”
There was a pause.
“Okay,” the lady said, “maybe you read too much fantasy. “
---
She wasn’t quite correct, though. It’s not so much the fantasy as the way I’ve been on a serious Fringe binge. Goddamn, y’all, THIS SHOW. I love every single character and am a total fangirl of Astrid. And as I said earlier, I get a huge kick out of the fact that the pale bald mystery dudes are called Observers. I really hope that’s a sign that some writer was an MST fan.
---
So! My Thanksgiving weekend this year still had a few small adventures. First came an abortive trip to the mall on Black Friday (“Are you crazy, Mom?” “Oh, it can’t be that bad!” “I’d better come along. Let me get my old sparring pads and some safety goggles.”) After fifteen minutes we decided that it was too damn much trouble to find a parking space, so we came home and did our shopping online as I had suggested.
That was still a bit of a treasure hunt, though. I even had to go to the internet UK to track some stuff down, and enlist the aid of good buddy and great sport
acrossthelake in the actual UK to finish the job.*---
But the good times did not last! That evening Dad came to find me.
DAD: Can you help me? It’s your mom. I was talking to her, and I went to the bathroom, and when I came back she had stopped making sense.
ME: Is she asking herself, “How did I get here?”
DAD: Just get over here. *to Mom* Hey, do you recognize this person?
MOM: … Yeah, I know who that is.
DAD: …
…
…
Who is she?
MOM: That's Amelia. ... I don’t feel good.
ME: What’s the matter?
MOM: Well, my clothes are all sticks and there’s a wax cat on my chest. Also my feet are tennis balls.
ME: Ah. Dad, I see what you mean.
DAD: You’re lucky I’m a doctor.
MOM: Why? Who needs a doctor?
So I spent the evening helping Dad do neurological tests. After some science and detectivery we ruled out “stroke,” “aneurysm,” “flu,” “space rays,” and “Pazuzu,” and decided it was a bad reaction to her new sleep medication. So after we escorted her to the bathroom for the old-fashioned DIY stomach pump, we figured we could let her sleep it off. Though we did keep checking to make sure she was breathing.
And the next day we teased her mercilessly about it. After all, she ddn’t remember, so we certainly had to remind her.
---
Ocarina Xmas carols are happening! Which is great, except I am still indirectly allergic to my ocarina, in the sense that every time I play it I suddenly get facehugged by the cat. Either that, or I lock her out of my room—and she tries her damndedst to either batter down the door or crawl under it.
But it’s worth it to be able to play through “Jingle Bells.”
---
I also owe y’all the story of Thanksgiving Weekend In Mombasa. I thought I’d written more about it before, but I suppose I hadn’t. It may take me a while to put it together, but I’m working on it!
*Also I got her address, so I can send her the awesome thing I found for her!
