April 24th, 2008


Getting Around

Tuesday night and Wednesday morning passed in my usual mix of surfing and sleep.

Surprisingly, I was up and ready early enough yesterday afternoon to not only get fondue ingredients with timenchanter, but also make it to the Hamptons with said ingredients before 6:30pm.

Even more surprising, after the shredding, mixing, and smoke cleared, most people kinda liked it.

Hell, I liked it.

And that's all despite being eclipsed by Nate-o's astoundingly delicious chocolate crême brulée.

It was a typically wonderful Hamptons evening, with the usual cast of great people, including those I always like to watch see, princesskiti22 and candiddani. We also had a (hopefully not to be so) rare visit by kshandra, as well as sugarbare, mr_seed, and Apple's lovely roommate Cynthia.

I was, as usual, there quite late. The unusual part is that I actually washed the various cheese-covered implements and packed them away - despite the fact that tracking down all the fondue forks took a bit of work.

Of course, the most unusual part was when (blond, skinny) Mark fell down in the bathroom and hurt his ribs. There was some attempt to settle him down in the guest bedroom, but around 3:00am, he decided he'd prefer to go to a hospital.

Which is why, right now, I'm pacing an empty hospital waiting room, and getting high blood pressure from Fox propaganda. He and Timmie are somewhere in the bowels of Good Samaritan - I gather he's getting x-rays at this moment.

You never know where events will take you...
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The American medical system sucks.

Not that this is particular news to anyone with half a brain, but I just feel like saying it.

Perhaps 5 patients have come through here since Mark went back.

It's vaguely possible he may be released "shortly," but I wouldn't guarantee it.

The treatment so far? A screening, some x-rays, two pain shots, and a pain prescription. Wow.

Well, I think he's got the prescription now...
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Dia De Los Muertos


OK. Mark was successfully brought back to the Hamptons, cracked rib and all.

timenchanter was brought back to the Duplex. After it was discovered that his flight was actually at 9:10am, he was taken to the airport, and dumped at departures around 8:55am.

I don't know how, but he reported having made it to beautiful John Wayne airport at 10:16am.

I was stupid enough to check my mail, and found 3 of the latest order of discs in the mailbox (Praise Chaos that the other 3 are backordered). They've been scanned, entered, cross-checked, folded, and mutilated. You can check out the updates at the usual place.

I now have 8 Hannah Montana songs. Yay. I've even listened to them all, in order to check the scan. Deep stuff from Ms. Montana. Yessirree.

The update sheets have been printed and stapled.

I think I now deserve a few hours of sleep.

Let's see what happens when I try...
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