I needn't have worried; the fever broke overnight, and my temperature upon awakening this morning was a cool 96.3. I've got the occasional cough, but nothing so serious that I can't work.
I'm now drinking orange juice. And it's good!
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
I'm actually sick!
I even have a fever. It's mild--100.9--but still.
I've taken some Advil, and I'm going to bed. If I'm still feverish in the morning, I guess I'll call in ;P Hate to do that though, I get so behind...
I've taken some Advil, and I'm going to bed. If I'm still feverish in the morning, I guess I'll call in ;P Hate to do that though, I get so behind...
Good one
I have been informed that there's a woman performing a striptease on the PETA website.
Yeah, that's a good way to get taken seriously!
(I personally feel that animals should be treated well, from the time they're born/hatched until the time they end up on my dinner plate.)
Yeah, that's a good way to get taken seriously!
(I personally feel that animals should be treated well, from the time they're born/hatched until the time they end up on my dinner plate.)
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Koi wa Thrill Shock Suspense
Koi wa Thrill Shock Suspense ties with Nazo for my favorite Conan OP song.
However...
Would Kudo Shinichi really do that? Really?
Fortunately, there are plenty of YouTube goofs who enjoyed the little dance.
(Actually, that dance would be a good cosplay performance. You know, if you're into that sort of thing...)
However...
[the video is gone now.
it was Conan doing a
very serious dance
during the opening titles.]
it was Conan doing a
very serious dance
during the opening titles.]
Would Kudo Shinichi really do that? Really?
Fortunately, there are plenty of YouTube goofs who enjoyed the little dance.
(Actually, that dance would be a good cosplay performance. You know, if you're into that sort of thing...)
Monday, February 12, 2007
An observation
The Mouri family is always on freaking vacation! Man, I need to become a meitantei ;P
Saturday, February 10, 2007
A thrill of love
As I stood at the front of the church, I was struck--hard--by the singularly beautiful moment of Brooke coming down the aisle.
"Oh my god," I said, and then I was shuddering with sobs I fought to force back.
It wasn't sadness. It wasn't the loneliness I expect to feel when my best friend and I are parted by the sea. It wasn't mourning at all.
It was amazement. It was bliss. It was my primal response to ultimate beauty.
The organ music surged through me as one of the most amazing women I've ever known floated up to the altar. Dorothy rubbed my back to calm me as I gasped for air, blinking back tears of joy.
"Oh my god," I said, and then I was shuddering with sobs I fought to force back.
It wasn't sadness. It wasn't the loneliness I expect to feel when my best friend and I are parted by the sea. It wasn't mourning at all.
It was amazement. It was bliss. It was my primal response to ultimate beauty.
The organ music surged through me as one of the most amazing women I've ever known floated up to the altar. Dorothy rubbed my back to calm me as I gasped for air, blinking back tears of joy.
My husband is awesome.
We've been married four years, but I still learn new things about him all the time.
Today I learned that Sean Meadows can give one hell of a speech.
I guess I assumed that because I'm terrible at giving speeches, Sean would be too--that it was just part of our personalities. Even now, I sometimes forget that we are not the same person.
"It's your turn," David said. Sean forced his way through the pain of his rental shoes up to the front of the room, where Brooke and David stood with champagne glasses in front of their wedding cake.
"When David turned 30, he told me he wanted to be with someone," Sean said. "He said he was lonely and unhappy.
"As his friend, I of course had to tell him the truth. 'You're not going to get anywhere on that talking to me every night.'"
Sean paused while everyone laughed. Then, "I was wrong," he said.
"Brooke and David hadn't met yet, but one day I said, 'Do you think David and Brooke...?' And Heather said, 'No.'" More laughter.
"It didn't happen until right after Heather and I had a personal tragedy. David came to visit and they finally met.
"They didn't waste any time."
Sean's speech was especially good because it complemented David's speech quite well. I don't know if they planned that or not. David mentioned briefly how it happened and spent most of his time (rightly) on his relationship with Brooke; that meant Sean was able to go back and fill in the gaps.
What really impressed me was the fact that Sean didn't "write" his speech. He thought about what he wanted to say and how he wanted to say it, and then he went up there with no notes and just told it all conversationally. He never seemed to fumble or forget what he wanted to say, and he paused at just the right times.
There were a couple times when I wasn't sure if the people in the back could hear him, but that is the only problem I can think of.
I love hearing good public speakers. I never imagined that I'd married one!
(Note: Because he didn't write his speech out, I had to write it from memory. I'm sure I got the wording wrong here and there. I wish I had managed to get it recorded with my camera, but unfortunately I had to change batteries right when Sean went up to talk ;P)
Today I learned that Sean Meadows can give one hell of a speech.
I guess I assumed that because I'm terrible at giving speeches, Sean would be too--that it was just part of our personalities. Even now, I sometimes forget that we are not the same person.
"It's your turn," David said. Sean forced his way through the pain of his rental shoes up to the front of the room, where Brooke and David stood with champagne glasses in front of their wedding cake.
"When David turned 30, he told me he wanted to be with someone," Sean said. "He said he was lonely and unhappy.
"As his friend, I of course had to tell him the truth. 'You're not going to get anywhere on that talking to me every night.'"
Sean paused while everyone laughed. Then, "I was wrong," he said.
"Brooke and David hadn't met yet, but one day I said, 'Do you think David and Brooke...?' And Heather said, 'No.'" More laughter.
"It didn't happen until right after Heather and I had a personal tragedy. David came to visit and they finally met.
"They didn't waste any time."
Sean's speech was especially good because it complemented David's speech quite well. I don't know if they planned that or not. David mentioned briefly how it happened and spent most of his time (rightly) on his relationship with Brooke; that meant Sean was able to go back and fill in the gaps.
What really impressed me was the fact that Sean didn't "write" his speech. He thought about what he wanted to say and how he wanted to say it, and then he went up there with no notes and just told it all conversationally. He never seemed to fumble or forget what he wanted to say, and he paused at just the right times.
There were a couple times when I wasn't sure if the people in the back could hear him, but that is the only problem I can think of.
I love hearing good public speakers. I never imagined that I'd married one!
(Note: Because he didn't write his speech out, I had to write it from memory. I'm sure I got the wording wrong here and there. I wish I had managed to get it recorded with my camera, but unfortunately I had to change batteries right when Sean went up to talk ;P)
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Why can't people write?
I'm not talking about injecting voice into prose; I'm talking about spelling things correctly, using correct verb tenses, and having enough of a vocabulary to not misuse common words. These are professionals, people with important jobs, community residents who want to get their voices out there. These are PIOs for nationally-affiliated organizations.
Has it always been this way? Have I just been shielded from it by not working in large organizations or seeing dozens of horrendous news releases every week?
Japanophiles like to make fun of Engrish, and to haughtily suggest that in this 21st century, Japanese companies could surely hire a native speaker to write their copy.
But I wonder if a native speaker would truly be any better.
Has it always been this way? Have I just been shielded from it by not working in large organizations or seeing dozens of horrendous news releases every week?
Japanophiles like to make fun of Engrish, and to haughtily suggest that in this 21st century, Japanese companies could surely hire a native speaker to write their copy.
But I wonder if a native speaker would truly be any better.
Look at that weird thing
I've added a Twitter box to my sidebar. (I also moved the search box to the top. Now I'm thinking I'd like to put the search into the header somewhere, but I'll worry about completely redesigning my template later ;P)
Twitter is basically a quick way you can let people know what you're up to. Now I won't have to put one-line posts on my blog anymore!
Don't worry; I'll still do it. But maybe not as much?
Twitter is basically a quick way you can let people know what you're up to. Now I won't have to put one-line posts on my blog anymore!
Don't worry; I'll still do it. But maybe not as much?
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Conscience, conscience, conscience
This morning, as sleep and the fact that I couldn't breathe warred in my stuffy head, I dreamed a House episode.
He was operating on someone and made one of his comments, but what he didn't realize was that the guy could hear him. This guy had a habit of getting treatment from doctors and then taking revenge on them for perceived slights. Later, after he was discharged, the patient saw three letters on the huge glass pane of a store front: USE.
"You'll pay for what you did in surgery, Dr. House," he muttered.
House was on his way home when gunshots rang out. But they were nowhere near him. He stepped into his darkened apartment. "3...2...1," he said, and immediately the phone began to ring. "'Oh, did you hear those gunshots? What happened?'" he said, mocking his neighbors. But the crazy patient was hiding in the shadows.
Of course, since this is the most exciting part, I have no idea what happened. I think it was at this point that I became aware that I was trying to wake up, and was unable to do so. I hate that feeling. Especially since I really wanted to sleep some more--my alarm hadn't even gone off!--but my body didn't seem to want to let me.
The nature of the dream changed. House was in my parents' backyard, talking to a friend of his through the big bay window in the basement (which has been boarded up and is now hidden behind layers of soundproofing, so opening it is impossible). You'd think the friend would be Wilson, but it wasn't. It wasn't an actual House character. I'm not sure who it was.
The friend was talking about how "Tsukushi" was relieved that House was okay after the incident with the crazy patient, and how she'd given him an admonition to be more careful. I'm not sure, but this part of the dream may actually have been in Japanese.
Tsukushi, of course, is the main character of Hana Yori Dango, and in this dream she used to live with House.
"If Tsukushi came back, how would that be?" House mused. (I think the last part of that sentence actually came out "wa dou da?") I vividly recall the friend leaning on the windowsill as House said this, looking out into the green grass of the yard.
I think my labored breathing must have interrupted dream continuity again, because the next thing I remember was House snarkily debating his life with a fellow doctor--a psychiatrist. House was arguing that he had no redeeming qualities.
"I'm the pinnacle of what everyone aspires to be," said the psychiatrist. "A specialist." Then he started pulling FedEx mailers out of his briefcase. "Conscience, conscience, conscience," he said, each time smacking a parcel on the table in front of House. Somehow I knew that all his notes were in those mailers, and that he meant he had ample documentation of House showing he had a conscience.
Then my alarm did go off. I strained out of sleep like I was drowning and fighting my way back to the surface.
He was operating on someone and made one of his comments, but what he didn't realize was that the guy could hear him. This guy had a habit of getting treatment from doctors and then taking revenge on them for perceived slights. Later, after he was discharged, the patient saw three letters on the huge glass pane of a store front: USE.
"You'll pay for what you did in surgery, Dr. House," he muttered.
House was on his way home when gunshots rang out. But they were nowhere near him. He stepped into his darkened apartment. "3...2...1," he said, and immediately the phone began to ring. "'Oh, did you hear those gunshots? What happened?'" he said, mocking his neighbors. But the crazy patient was hiding in the shadows.
Of course, since this is the most exciting part, I have no idea what happened. I think it was at this point that I became aware that I was trying to wake up, and was unable to do so. I hate that feeling. Especially since I really wanted to sleep some more--my alarm hadn't even gone off!--but my body didn't seem to want to let me.
The nature of the dream changed. House was in my parents' backyard, talking to a friend of his through the big bay window in the basement (which has been boarded up and is now hidden behind layers of soundproofing, so opening it is impossible). You'd think the friend would be Wilson, but it wasn't. It wasn't an actual House character. I'm not sure who it was.
The friend was talking about how "Tsukushi" was relieved that House was okay after the incident with the crazy patient, and how she'd given him an admonition to be more careful. I'm not sure, but this part of the dream may actually have been in Japanese.
Tsukushi, of course, is the main character of Hana Yori Dango, and in this dream she used to live with House.
"If Tsukushi came back, how would that be?" House mused. (I think the last part of that sentence actually came out "wa dou da?") I vividly recall the friend leaning on the windowsill as House said this, looking out into the green grass of the yard.
I think my labored breathing must have interrupted dream continuity again, because the next thing I remember was House snarkily debating his life with a fellow doctor--a psychiatrist. House was arguing that he had no redeeming qualities.
"I'm the pinnacle of what everyone aspires to be," said the psychiatrist. "A specialist." Then he started pulling FedEx mailers out of his briefcase. "Conscience, conscience, conscience," he said, each time smacking a parcel on the table in front of House. Somehow I knew that all his notes were in those mailers, and that he meant he had ample documentation of House showing he had a conscience.
Then my alarm did go off. I strained out of sleep like I was drowning and fighting my way back to the surface.
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Saturday, February 3, 2007
Convenient!
It's certainly a good thing for Clark that everything that happens in Smallville causes amnesia.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Look, I'm on the new Blogger!
And you can't tell!
That's because I have a custom template that doesn't include any of the new Blogger stuff.
At some point I'll have to fix that...
Edit: Oh dear god look what they do with the post labels! Yes, definitely need to do something about that...
That's because I have a custom template that doesn't include any of the new Blogger stuff.
At some point I'll have to fix that...
Edit: Oh dear god look what they do with the post labels! Yes, definitely need to do something about that...
Last night was nice
After unwinding with some Detective Conan, I snuggled into the couch with Sean, and we just talked and flirted for awhile. He talked about the new game and what a good job Sam's doing organizing it. I told him about my day and complained about a few things and he weighed in. We held hands.
"There's some rain coming, and a cold front moving in, so lots of schools have already canceled or delayed," I told him.
"So we can expect some sleet, eh?"
"Actually, the chances of it hitting our area are like, zero."
"Zero, huh? So tomorrow when there's icicles all over everything and the roads are frozen, I'll come back to you and say, 'Zero'."
"That would be awesome! If that happened, I wouldn't even care that I was wrong."
"That," Sean said, "is what's wrong with you."
I responded innocently, "Is that all?"
"There's some rain coming, and a cold front moving in, so lots of schools have already canceled or delayed," I told him.
"So we can expect some sleet, eh?"
"Actually, the chances of it hitting our area are like, zero."
"Zero, huh? So tomorrow when there's icicles all over everything and the roads are frozen, I'll come back to you and say, 'Zero'."
"That would be awesome! If that happened, I wouldn't even care that I was wrong."
"That," Sean said, "is what's wrong with you."
I responded innocently, "Is that all?"
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