Tomorrow we’re headed to Little Rock to have Those Other Tests done since we had some alarming markers show up on the baby blood work. It’s funny how one of our local hospitals builds a whole extra wing supposedly devoted to the best pre-natal and natal care in this part of the state…and yet, still, you can’t do jack without heading out to Little Rock or Tulsa. Thanks to everyone for their well-wishes and advice on the tests – believe me when I say that your experiences and stories are pure gold at this point. Tonight we have to take Jan’s vehicle – or, as I’ve always called it, Happy Wagon Of Death 2K3 – to leave it with the dealership in Rogers to fix tomorrow so she can be back to delivering the mail out of it Wednesday. I swear to God, everytime she turns the wheel even slightly, it sounds like an angry, asthmatic Wookiee is screaming out his rage from below the vehicle; the dealership is hopefully going to make whatever fixes or remove whatever Wookiees are applicable. Happy freakin’ life day. On the way, we’re going to try to stop in Fayetteville so I can snap some pictures of the R2-D2 mailbox that’s up there. I can’t believe there’s actually one in Arkansas.
No haircut yet; I may just have to tie it back and tuck it under tomorrow. I’ve really gotten out of that habit when my hair gets long. Adrian Paul, I ain’t. Instead, my wife and I spent Sunday night preparing prodigious quantities of food and then wolfing 90% of it down. I did the steaks and she did…well…all the stuff that actually tasted good. She even did the brownies, though at one point she cracked an egg open…right over the drain at the sink. In it went. We both stopped and looked at each other like “WTF?” She’s said that both her mother and her sister have warned her that expectant mothers apparently start donating brain cells to baby in large quantities during pregnancy, and I guess I really didn’t grok what that meant until I watched that perfectly good egg go from the shell straight into the garbage disposal. Just between you and me, I’m gonna milk that moment of comedy gold for months to come.
Hopefully everyone likes the latest main menu illustration for the site; as time consuming as these things are (that one was a 3:00am special), I’ve been trying to look for ways to tie everything together conceptually, even if I have to just flat-out invent the connection. 😆 (On the other hand, the process I was using to treat the pictures made Evangeline Lilly look positively hideous, which is something that takes quite a bit of effort, so my apologies there.)
And speaking of Lost…spoilage ahead if you haven’t seen it: W…T…F…??!? I’m now officially 15% more befuddled by the Smoke Monster than I already was, which, I think, brings the total befuddlefication factor to a highly improbable 525%, or 461% more befuddled than most patients who chew gum. I did dig the plot strand of Hurley conning Sawyer, though – it only works once, though, because until the first time it happens, you just don’t expect it from Hurley, and Sawyer bought into it beautifully. As for the incredible disappearing Others, repeat after me: The Hydra Base Is One Big Honkin’ Submarine. There’s just no way that Ben would’ve calmly let Locke blow up the other sub a few weeks back. That was not the only escape route, and I’d think this was the proof of that. At the beginning of the episode, Locke knows they’re leaving. They weren’t snatched away, they planned to leave. Though it’s interesting to note Lostpedia drawing a lot of Rapture parallels with the series of books that have the same name as this episode; I’m viewing that as a total red herring right now. (I know, I know, the writers of this show would never do such a thing.)
In other news, I see Amazon is back in full-force Six Degrees of Harry Potter mode. You bought an Alice Cooper concert video, an illustrated guide to tantric sex, two cast-iron skillets and a pair of skull-and-crossbone earrings? Our customers who ordered these items were also interested in “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows”! 😆 Okay, Okay, I kid. I can’t really laugh when I’ve got Deathly Hallows banners running on some parts of the site. Hey, I figure it someone’s gonna buy it – and someone will – they may as well buy it from me.
Passed a car the other day with the Oklahoma license plate MS DOS. If I ever see one with a tag of WIN 311 or WIN 095, I wonder if it’ll be permanently parked in a blue parking space somewhere.
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