January 13th, 2007

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Grocery shopping and burritos

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         I woke this morning (rather late) in a vile mood. I had been dreaming that I had become a vampire. I was bitterly disappointed in that vampire life had all the disadvantages one expects of vampirism, staurophobia, photosensitivity, and such, and none of the reputed advantages. Apart from not having remarkable strength, the ability to turn into a bat, nor an outfit like a head waiter at a five star restaurant, I found that my body was merely dead. Gash it horribly and it didn't heal. I was severely pissed off by this.

         New word du jour: machiavelatte n. Espresso and a bit of foamed milk obtained with whatever force necessary and by whatever means.

I find this reminiscent of my stay in Seattle when midnight foray's to late night coffee houses were de rigueur. I think that one of the few things I truly miss about Seattle is —not the coffee (it wasn't that great)— but the coffee houses. Such places should exist in such abundance elsewhere. I was a coffee addict in Miami, but the number of coffee houses was rather limited. It was most especially difficult to find such places in the wee hours. Morning coffee and bagels were to be found in many places, from Einstein Bagels in my neighborhood all the way down to the Bagelry in Miami Beach.

         I went grocery shopping today. It was as traumatic as usual. My Sis and I went first to Dollar General. I hate narrow aisles and overhanging things that tap me on the head and unnerve me as I traverse the trash-filled obstacle course they call a store. The local Gerbes grocery was little better, though the aisles were incalculably wider. Due to the day being Friday (payday for half the city) and an impending snowstorm, the store was crowded. Unfortunately, all the rude people in the city decided to shop in the same store as me. It was Noon. Why were all those rude people buying instead of eating lunch like a sane person? The shining moment of the trip was when the butcher returned the ham my sister asked him to slice for us to me without checking first for her permission. I get so tired of people assuming the blind guy is also mentally deficient.

         I've caught up on a lot of TV watching in the last few days. I finally saw the first season of Heroes. Big deal. I watched 3 episodes last week, and 3 this week of Jake 2.0. I like that show. Too bad it is already dead and buried. Chris Gorham later appeared in Medical Investigation. I liked him in both shows. I think he deserves addition to my list of underappreciated actors. I also watched two Dean Cain movies that have been on the drive forever. Dragon Fighter was good but definitely a "B" movie. I will say the same of Post Impact. Dean is rapidly rising to the top of the SciFi channel's B/made for TV movie list. I'm marking him as a candidate for the underappreciated actor's list, but he will have to distinguish himself as a really good actor (in my savagely biased opinion) before I'll actually add him to the list. Don't mistake me, I like Dean Cain as an actor, but I haven't seen the role that makes me go "wow" as yet.

         After grocery shopping, I made a fatal… OK, less than fatal error and concocted a batch of burritos. Actually, now that I think of it, it was not the burritos that were the error but my failure to take beano first. My dog Jirel and I are now in complete harmony (in the worst possible sense of that word). Her Iams dog food has turned her into a farty dingo (doesn't that sound like a hobbit name?) and my burritos have done much the same to me.

         I guess that's all for tonight.

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Ice and the day the music died

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         It has been a day of paralysis. I've accomplished nothing at all. The ice storm hasn't helped. It began with sleet this morning followed by light rain followed by more sleet and something snow-like. The result is a sheet of ice over an inch thick everywhere.

         I spoke with lutron today. His second surgery is over and went well. Tendons are connected, fingers are wiggling, and the hand feels like it is encased in a burning casaba. Things are looking as well as can be hoped. He will require some days of recuperation before beginning physical therapy.

         I had another odd dream last night. It concerned itself with myself and a woman of no specific qualities who were roomers in a boarding house. The woman who was the landlady was mean in every sense of the word… even to the point of telling everyone she had left for vacation and hiding in the house to hear what they said about her when she was gone. At one point she set fire the the house across the street because she was mad at the neighbors. Now the odd thing about this dream is that that is about all there is to it. I don't remember being much involved with anything going on. I don't know who the people were or what relationship they had to me.

         I've been nostalgic for the last six or eight hours. I was listening to '60s-vintage music on Last.fm and bumped noses with some late '50s stuff. I wound up listening to Buddy Holly and enjoying it a lot. I haven't heard "Oh, Boy!" for many years. I also found "Maybe Baby" before I moved back on to the '60s. After a bit I heard "Rubber Ball" by Bobby Vee and looked up "The Night has a Thousand Eyes". Coincidentally, I heard Ritchie Valens' "Come On Let's Go" right after that and it reminded me that we are only about two or three weeks from the forty-eighth anniversary of "the day the music died". It's going on fifty years since we lost Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and the Big Bopper, on the same night. It was Bobby Vee that reminded me. Most people have forgotten that it was he that filled in for Buddy Holly in Fargo when Buddy's plane didn't make it there. It seems to have been that night that jump-started Bobby's fairly brief career. I think it was February third, but my memory may play me false on this one.

         Once again on the subject of the ice. My Sis was working today. She went work before things got really bad, but coming home at 9pm was deadly dangerous. Her boss expects her to work tomorrow from 1pm to 9pm. There will be more snow, sleet, and rain tonight, and no appreciable amount of the snow can be expected to be cleared by Noon when she would have to leave for work. She fears she'll be fired if she doesn't go to work. I told her "good". If your boss is so unreasonable as to expect you to literally risk your life to make him money, you should not work for him.

         I'm not feeling up to freewriting tonight. Maybe in the wee hours.

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