Health, Hoodies and Random Crap
Posted by thedarwinexception on February 5, 2008
The one good thing about being in the hospital was that I got to knit – a lot. Paul was nice enough to go home the night I was admitted, put together a care package for me and bring it back up to the hospital so I wouldn’t be laying there going out of my mind. He knows I am not the kind of person who can just lay in bed and do nothing – I have to be “multitasking”. I can’t *just* watch TV – that bores me more than anything – I have to be knitting and watching TV – or reading and watching TV – or sewing and watching TV. And if I have to lay on the couch or lay in bed – I have to be doing something else, too. I can’t just lay there and do nothing.
So he brought me up my current “I’m trying to read this” book – which is the new Stephen King book “Duma Key”, and he brought up my current knitting project -the Hobbes hoodie – Now with Fur!
Typical of me, I didn’t read two sentences – but I did a lot of the knitting project – enough to finish it off. When I got home the only thing I had to do was sew on the buttons. I used little duck buttons – because they are a bold yellow and the hoodie is a pale yellow. I thought the bold buttons suited it.
But here is the Hobbes Hoodie – Now with Fur! all completed.
And I don’t want to hear how you can see the Pope’s face in it, or Elvis or Starr Jones or any other stupid shit.
And speaking of Starr Jones, did you hear her fucked up talk show got cancelled on Court TV or Tru TV or whatever that channel is this week? I’m so glad. If nothing else good comes out of them changing the “format” of the channel, we will always at least have the comfort of knowing they at least booted her ass. Now if they would just leave that slot open and not fill it with another “Beach Patrol” show, and allow trials to be televised for that extra hour, it will be a *real* improvement.
So – I got the paper for the hag tags (I don’t care if that was a typo – that’s what I’m calling them from now on). That didn’t take long! I ordered them and two days later they were here – and they were only like $1.00 a sheet. So I need to print out a dummy sheet to make sure everything lines up and then I can print out the first sheet of official hag tags. I’m going to put one on all the things I still have here that haven’t been given away yet, and I’ll use them for my fair entries, too, and the items I donate to Val’s March for Babies raffle.
So – to answer everyone who has written me to ask – I’m feeling the same, not better but not worse. I still have to make the appointment for my stress test – I haven’t done that yet. But I did call the doctor in Burlington and I’m going to go see him next week. I really shouldn’t watch “House” anymore, though, they were giving some woman a stress test on the show last night and they started talking about “Well, we should have a crash cart in there with her – because she’ll probably have a heart attack” and I was like “Fuck this shit! And they want ME to do a stress test??? I’m telling you right now – if they wheel a fucking crash cart into that room with me, I’m fucking leaving.”
But let me tell you – you know, privately, so lean in a little so I can whisper – Paul has been KISSING MY ASS since this whole thing happened. He’s been letting me SLEEP in the morning – and trying SO HARD not to wake me up. He’s been eating sandwiches and not asking me to cook for him (and you KNOW how important FOOD is to him.) He’s been bringing me breakfast in the morning upstairs and making me English muffins and making me soup or sandwiches for lunch. He won’t let me take the dogs out and we usually take turns doing that. It’s fucking shocking – just shocking. Just unreal.
Oh – something else I wanted to share with you. So I’m the co-moderator of this Malone Freecycle group. I am only co-moderator because the owner and only moderator had some health issues and couldn’t really do it on her own anymore. She asked for a volunteer to help and I said “Sure, I’ll do it” I mean, how hard could it be? The group gets like one message a week – I mean, this is Malone – not very many people have computers or internet access, and it’s not like a freecycle group in Atlanta or something where there would be really high amounts of traffic. So, I became co-moderator.
Then the owner/moderator died. So now I’m the only moderator, and that sucks because I don’t have permissions to do *everything* with the group – I’m still just a lowly “moderator” not an “owner” so I can’t even block members – so that kind of sucks.
But, anyway, every month the group is set to automatically send all the members a “rules” or “FAQ” for the group that the owner had originally written and put in a script file.
On the first of February, the message went out as usual and all of a sudden we got this whole barrage of messages from members “OH MY GOD!! How did THAT happen??” “I thought she DIED??” “What’s up with THIS – How did she send a message??” “OH MY GOD – Communication from BEYOND THE GRAVE!!!”
What a bunch of fucking maroons.
So then, I get this message from the woman’s daughter – someone must have contacted her and told her to come quick to the freecycle group because her mother was communicating with us through a fucking electronic séance medium or something – and I get a message from her.
And if you ever doubted my assessment of the intelligence and education level of this town – well, doubt no more. Here’s the message.
HI THERE I WAS WOUNDERING HOW TO TAKE [deleted name] NAME OFF OF HER BECAUSE
SHE REALLY DID PAST AWAY SHE PAST AWAY ON [date deleted] AT [time deleted]PM THAT
NIGHT I HAVE HE OBITCHERARY AND MY DAD HAS HER DEATH SERTIFICET SO IS
THERE AWAY YOU CAN TAKE HER NAME OFF THANK YOU VERY MUCH THIS IS HER
DOGHTER SENDING YOU THIS MESSAGE
So I sent her back a message
OK I TOOK HER NAME OFF OF HER I WAS WOUNDERING HOW FAR YOU GO IN SCHOOL DO YOU HAVE A DIPPLOMER OR ANYTHING THIS IS KIM SENDING YOU THIS MESSAGE
Oh – and OBITCHERARY is my new favorite word.
So – did you see the whole “cat fight” in the comments? Let me explain something – I don’t censor messages or comments left here – if you want to leave a comment that says “Fuck you you surly rude bitch – you suck ass” well, I’ll let it go through. To do anything less is to have a “public forum” the way the Court TV messages boards are a “public forum” – they aren’t a “public forum” in the least – they represent the opinions and sensibilities of ONE moderator. If she doesn’t like your opinion – well, you’re fucked. She’ll delete your comment and ban you from leaving any more. That’s not a “public forum” – that’s a communistic dictatorship. Which is why I don’t post over in the Court TV forums – I don’t do well with “moderated” and I certainly don’t do well with “Watch yourself and make sure you don’t say something offensive to the moderator”. I have posted exactly one message over there – and that was to thank the posters who were singing my praises when they discovered my Spector coverage. I left a message thanking them, telling them I appreciated their comments – and then I left, never to return.
BUT – I am thinking I may adjust my policy slightly. Because it really isn’t fair for someone to come in here and leave a comment about ANOTHER blog. I don’t want to be the public dumping ground where all dissention that isn’t allowed at Court TV or Sprocket’s Blog or Joe Blow’s blog can spill into my comments section. Although it is kind of amusing to read. And I actually liked reading it – just for the silliness factor. From what I gathered of the original comments contents – it seems that the poster was complaining that Sprocket didn’t mark the anniversary of Lana’s death and the poster thought this was just tragic – never mentioning that *I* didn’t mark the anniversary, either. Mostly because why the hell should I? I mean, yeah, it’s terribly awful that she died and I feel for her family and I feel terrible that the trial ended in a mistrial, but, you know, that doesn’t mean I’m going to put some tacky fucking graphic on my blog with a fucking lit candle or anything and wear black all day. I mean, I don’t even light candles for my Dad on the anniversary of *his* death, and I knew him a lot better than I knew Lana Clarkson. I just don’t find it necessary to mark the anniversary of this woman’s death – I really don’t. Maybe that will get me left some comments of “Fuck you you surly rude bitch – you suck ass” – but hey, if I do, at least you know I’ll allow them through and you can read them all.
But, I’m thinking of banning anything that is disparaging and irrelevant to *this* blog. But I’ll leave it all up to you – if you like reading the little cat fights that spill over here form other places with more stringent comments policies – I’ll leave them in – but if you don’t like it – I’ll delete them. Majority rules.