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The Waiting Game

// September 9th, 2008 // No Comments » // Brain dumps, Health, Life and Times, Politics

After years of putting up with it, I finally went to see an honest to god real doctor about my back pain.  The past couple weeks have been pretty bad for me, and the places that the pain is affecting seems to be on the rise.  Anyway, I got in to him last week after yet another problem, and was looked over.  At first, I had to overcome the “is this person just trying to talk their way into some pain killers to feed a habit” suspicion.  When he hit my right knee with the little hammer, and the leg didn’t move, that seemed to put that to rest.  To me, that didn’t seem like a big deal, but apparently it was a concern to him.

The result was an MRI of my lumbar spine Friday, which I am awaiting the results on, and doses of Amrix and hydrocodone.  I love hydrocodone.  I love it because it works and it only costs me $1.97 a bottle.  I may not make what I’m worth dollar-wise working for the university, but the insurance is nice (though I’m still a little worried about the MRI bill).  In fact, I don’t even care so much if I get addicted to the damn pills, so long as they keep the pain away.  I’m expecting my results to probably direct me into physical therapy as a first step.  I’ll probably know today or tomorrow.

On some miscellaneous notes: production meetings have started for The Uninvited.  Show dates are October 30h-November 1st at Memorial Auditorium.  Mark it down.

I made some changes over at Penpedia yesterday.  On posts that come in from RSS feeds, I’m now only bringing in a summary, and the disclaimer is being tucked away with jQuery so that once you know it’s there, it doesn’t have to be in the way of your reading.  I didn’t want to look like a spammer, or get accused of stealing other people’s content and/or traffic by syndicating whole posts, I felt it to be a little impolite.

Anyone else tired of all the bullshit political banter yet?  Left, right, I don’t care. If you’re a politician, I just automatically assume you’re lying, so stop trying to convince me of crap in the past.  Just tell me straight up how you’re going to handle things now.

I bought donuts the other morning for breakfast, because I was feeling saucy.  Three glazed donuts now cost over two bucks!  I remember when you could get three plain ol’ donuts for under a dollar.  This economy makes me sad.  And you know as well as I do that we’ll NEVER see those kinds of prices again.  Oil costs have dropped nearly $40 from their peak, yet gas costs are only down 10%.  How stupid are people to not get up in arms over this?

Once in a while I get finicky

// February 26th, 2008 // No Comments » // Books, Brain dumps, Theatre

Sorry that I’ve been too busy lately to write much. Marisol is running at the studio theatre at PSU next week, Thursday thru Saturday (I think that’s right anyway…). I’ve been pretty tied up doing the sound design/board op stuff for it as we prepare for full tech rehearsals. I have to make up for lost ground due to Alice in Wonderland (don’t ask). Anyway, sound for this show is shaping up to be quite a spot of all right, and so far the cast has been happy with it. It’s just a time suck, as usual. I stand by the theory that I could go for a shorter year if it meant each day could have a couple more hours to them. Be sure to stop by if you get the chance, it’s a short show. I think once this wraps, I’m going to take a longish break from theatre, and get back to writing (as well as finding someone to produce Walking).

It’s a good thing I’m not actually in it though. My voice is apparently taking a vacation from my body at the moment. I feel fine though otherwise, which I’m hoping isn’t a bad sign. I say that only because of that super crappy throat infection I had a couple years ago that was similar. Like swallowing molten shards of glass. I’m keeping an eye on it, so far there isn’t anything resembling that former pain, so it might just be random sore throat. But I sure do sound funny.

I finished Yakuza Moon last week. It was all right. You could tell it had been translated (some of the language was awkward, and it was far from without typographical errors). It wasn’t quite what I had expected. Very “young lady overcoming adversity,” not so much “young lady fighting the dark shadow of the Yakuza boss father.” It is, however, a fast read, which makes up for some of the lack of details. I just expected a little more information about the skeletons in the closet her family had or something like that. It was just more personal than I expected. But, it was also her first (and so far only?) book. I suspect future work will be a little thicker around the middle, hopefully. I’m probably coming across as very “don’t bother reading this book,” though, and I don’t want to give that impression. It wasn’t what I expected, but it was still a fine read. And it’s short enough that even if you don’t like it, you aren’t out much time.

Jamaica we have a bobsled team!

Is that an innertube in your pants, or are you just FAT?

// November 17th, 2006 // No Comments » // Brain dumps

Well, if there is one goal that appears to be in sight, it’s that of getting myself to a nice, healthy weight.  For some of you, you might want to stop here, because unlike most of America, I’m trying to gain weight.  And no, I don’t want any of yours.  Believe it or not, I’ve heard that joke already.

As of this morning, I am down to only about 3 pairs of pants that really, genuinely fit me.  This is good!  I tried an old pair of slacks this morning and realized I would totally blow out the button on them if I sat down.  Anyone need pants?  The only real bitch of it is that I have packed away about 8 pairs of pants this year that I have outgrown.  Most of which are not old.  I’ve just really been pushing this year.  So now I need to go shopping this weekend and probably drop my old stuff by the Salvation Army.

So, go me.  Even though I am constantly on the run, I’ve managed to get this on the right track.  Next up, winter bike training.  While weight is good, I don’t need it all going to fat.

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