Mutants and Masterminds

I just finished gaming with the lads, which included patricks and doccross. 'Twas a good, amusing time.

I made them some crepes for dessert. My crepe-flip success rate was 80%. This means I blew one flip, and the crepe landed pre-folded. Fear not, gentle readers. I, um, destroyed the evidence.

This weekend portends to move quickly.

Of Saturday Mornings and HP Lovecraft

I'm having a morning. I'm struck by the beauty of the great outdoors.

My ears are being massaged with the beautiful sounds of Nicholas Gunn and his album "The Sacred Fire".

I am contemplating the political environment of this country.

I am continuously annoyed by conservative pundits who think disagreeing with the direction this country is going into, domestically and abroad, qualifies as being pro-terrorist. I'd agree, if our military weren't killing more citizens then terrorists. Especially since we haven't killed the one mastermind who has successfully broken through our defenses and plunged many of us into a state of fear and hatred. So much so, that we're willing to just toss our freedoms into a bonfire of ignorance.

I am overcome with skepticism, paranoia, and just a dash of hope.

And then I came across this article on HP Lovecraft in Salon, which is rather amusing. I enjoy playing Call of Cthulu roleplaying games, but I've not been able to get into his writing:

( HP a hack? Maybe so... )

Of Apple lust and Hospitals

Well, I am freshly clipped and dyed...well, at least my hair is. I had my hair appointment today. I should get a photo of it. I need to become rich and famous so I can afford a staff to do my hair each morn.

After the hair appt, I went to visit B in the Hospital. He's steadily getting better, but still has some pain management issues.

I still get antsy at hospitals. God, it must suck to be stuck bed-ridden like that. So far, I've managed to avoid lengthy hospital visits like that since I was four. And back then, I didn't give a crap.

I still remember parts of my hospital stay as a wee lass. I was in for the ol' double hernia. Congenital maladies are fun! I remember getting xrays and fighting orderlies to the death due to my irrational fear of X-ray technology. I remember waking up to a semi-circle of doctors looking at me after the operation. I was in a hospital crib. I was not enthused. But I did feel kind of important. I remember getting a shot in the ass, and being very perturbed over that. I remember my mom coming up to me, rather freaked out because she went to look for me in my hospital room, and I had shuffled out to hang out with the nurses at the nurse's station. I was trying to scare up a game of cards, or something. I remember recovering at home, and my mother having yet another coronary because I felt well enough to jump up and down on the bed. Of course, the only thing keeping my intestines in place was a set of stitches. I remember having those stiches removed. They came out rather easily. I remember them tickling me, a bit.

Good times, good times. I'm glad I haven't returned for a visit to ye olde land of surgical procedures, howver.

Now I'm at work, about to get some work taken care of. I'll probably be here for about 4 hours. So if you want to entertain me with text messages to my phone, please do. :-)

Oh, and I forgot to discuss my apple lust. I want that new 60gb iPod photo. Yes. Unfortunately, it won't fit my current set of Altec Lansing portable speakers. This pisses me off. These speaker(-lets) cost me $150. Foo. But ooooh. Color iPod is purty. Purty. I'll hug it and squeeze it and call it George.

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Oh Bullocks!

I'm getting sleepy over here. It's nice to have this whole office to myself, listening to my ipod on my now obsolete altec lansing speaker system. Grrr!

*yawn*

*Anne proceeds to slap herself silly to stay awake and work. Anne's inner lazy-ass proceeds to whine and beg. Anne's inner Stern Taskmistress proceeds to flog inner lazy-ass. Calamity ensues.*

Photos in red

Here are some photos of me with my latest haircut...
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