No. No. No.

No, Daddy doesn't get sick. Sick is something that happens to other people, not to Daddy.

Okay, fine, Daddy's sick. Bleh.

The Early Winter Usual: basically a head cold and ass kicking. There was a musical gig i could have participated in tonight, but obviously that ain't happenin'. My voice is gone, and I can't hold myself upright long enough for a complete song anyway. The pharmacopial assortment I took after supper looked for quantity like the contents of a couple of broken maracas.

Those of you that know me well will understand how amazing this statement is: I slept for three hours this afternoon, and spent the rest of the evening crashed on the couch watching movies with the family; I did nothing productive from noon until now (8:38pm.)

Naturally, I can't stand that, so I'm going to put some time in on the computer while I wait for my decongestant cocktail to kick in.

No. No. No.

No, Daddy doesn't get sick. Sick is something that happens to other people, not to Daddy.

Okay, fine, Daddy's sick. Bleh.

The Early Winter Usual: basically a head cold and ass kicking. There was a musical gig i could have participated in tonight, but obviously that ain't happenin'. My voice is gone, and I can't hold myself upright long enough for a complete song anyway. The pharmacopial assortment I took after supper looked for quantity like the contents of a couple of broken maracas.

Those of you that know me well will understand how amazing this statement is: I slept for three hours this afternoon, and spent the rest of the evening crashed on the couch watching movies with the family; I did nothing productive from noon until now (8:38pm.)

Naturally, I can't stand that, so I'm going to put some time in on the computer while I wait for my decongestant cocktail to kick in.

And while we're at it...

Michelle is on her way with Jami to the Urgent Care office at Children's Mercy North - a far cheaper alternative to the emergency room. He's on round two of this head thing-y, and round 2 is always worse. We just figured that it would be better to get him in, get some meds, be pro-active, rather than waiting until Monday for the regular doc and keeping him miserable for longer than is strictly necessary. Of course, by that same action, we're also avoiding the risk of another eardrum blowout, which is always a good thing.

He's an unhappy boy, but at least what he suffers from now isn't rare or life-threatening, a far cry from two years ago.

We watched Wall-E this afternoon. Heavy handed and preachy, but all in all an amazing movie. If I felt better I'd have cried like a baby at the end when Eve rebuilds him and...

Well, don't want to spoil it for you, if you haven't seen it. We'll be adding it to the collection.

We also watched the Patrick Stewart version of A Christmas Carol. I know I'm in the minority on this, but I find Stewart to be a one-note actor. He plays the note well, but he's not particularly exciting to watch. He did far better work on ST:TNG. The movie was boring, the directing ham-handed, and the cinematography was flat. (And whose idiotic idea was it to give the Ghost of Christmas yet to Come glowing eyes but human hands? He's like a seven foot jawa...) The only standout in the cast was Bernard Lloyd, in the role of Jacob Marley, onscreen for too brief a time.

And while we're at it...

Michelle is on her way with Jami to the Urgent Care office at Children's Mercy North - a far cheaper alternative to the emergency room. He's on round two of this head thing-y, and round 2 is always worse. We just figured that it would be better to get him in, get some meds, be pro-active, rather than waiting until Monday for the regular doc and keeping him miserable for longer than is strictly necessary. Of course, by that same action, we're also avoiding the risk of another eardrum blowout, which is always a good thing.

He's an unhappy boy, but at least what he suffers from now isn't rare or life-threatening, a far cry from two years ago.

We watched Wall-E this afternoon. Heavy handed and preachy, but all in all an amazing movie. If I felt better I'd have cried like a baby at the end when Eve rebuilds him and...

Well, don't want to spoil it for you, if you haven't seen it. We'll be adding it to the collection.

We also watched the Patrick Stewart version of A Christmas Carol. I know I'm in the minority on this, but I find Stewart to be a one-note actor. He plays the note well, but he's not particularly exciting to watch. He did far better work on ST:TNG. The movie was boring, the directing ham-handed, and the cinematography was flat. (And whose idiotic idea was it to give the Ghost of Christmas yet to Come glowing eyes but human hands? He's like a seven foot jawa...) The only standout in the cast was Bernard Lloyd, in the role of Jacob Marley, onscreen for too brief a time.