Who among us would have predicted the present, way back when it was the future?
Not me.
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Ever read SpaceTrawler? Oooooh, it’s a good ‘un.
So, the poison ivy that I mentioned a while back. Turns out… the poison ivy had ceased to be the problem. I had either scratched, or picked up some dirt and crud during a fall on the trails or… who knows. Cellulitis. My leg swelled up and was turning an angry horrific purple-y red. And I finally went to the doctor. My family is waiting for our new insurance to kick in, so I limped to one of those Doc-In-The-Box things at a pharmacy (thinking it was probably cheaper than visiting my regular doctor. And faster, which seemed to be important by the time I panicked and went.) The Doc in the box was a very nice lady who sent me to the clinic straight down the street as fast as I could safely get there. Some of you might remember the blood clot horror earlier this year. I sure as hell did while getting myself to the clinic. Now it’s been a couple of days on antibiotics and I’m not quite so concerned that I’ll got to sleep and wake up dead.
There was a funny spin I was going to put on this, but all I got now is a Public Service Announcement. I don’t know whether it should be “always have insurance”, or “don’t scratch poison ivy”, or “If you have poison ivy, don’t let your offroad unicycle fling you into a tree, and thence to the dirt.” or “Don’t wait til it’s too late, go to the Doc-In-The-Box” or what the heck the message is, but by golly, there’s a message here somewhere.
How about “Ride Hard, Keep Clean, Marry a Doctor.” No, that can’t be it…
My cousin lost a house in a tornado.
Well, you know… she didn’t LOSE it. She still knew where it was. It just wasn’t where she left it.
As tragic as all that tornado damage was (and it was really bad), I’ve enjoyed the use of that joke for many years now.
And now, I’ve passed it on to Jacquée, who needed its use. And you, should you ever have the opportunity to say that you’ve ‘lost’ something that you still can go find if you really need to.
You guys ever do this new kind of TV watching? Binge something? You know, watch a season’s worth of show without the commercials, like it’s a ten hour movie or something?
My wife’s been watching ‘Mindhunter’. I’ve been catching bits of it, expecting to say, “Ah ha! I remember that, because I read the book years ago!” But nothing struck that chord.
Then I got a sort of vague sense of the time since I’d read it… and realized I really didn’t remember any of it at all.
So I got it on audible.com and I’ve been re-acquainting myself with it.
Aaaaaaand now I won’t be able to sleep, ’cause there are some completely absolutely positively messed up people in the world and some of the worst of them are running around my imagination now.
Thanks, books. [sarcastic tone]
I’ve been told I’m a Space Cadet. Does that count these days?
Skin grafts sound bad. They sound like something you need after a cat licks your hand. Those felines have, like, 60-grit tongues.
They make these gigantic books called ‘Artist Editions’ of old comics and stuff. Ginormous pages like two feet tall. I finally ponied up for one of MAD comics. (Before the Magazine, MAD was a comic book)
Anyhow, the pages are photographic shots of the original art pages, so you can see erasures and some pencil lines, and the zip-a-tone they used for gray areas, and the various pen and brush strokes. It’s awesome.
On the other hand, it makes me feel inadequate, so it also sucks.
But it makes me pay more attention to my brush lines and lettering, so it’s awesome.
But it makes me wish even more that I could dawdle and take my time over every panel of Hubris and I can’t, so it sucks.
What about you guys? Anything you know of that has both Awesomeness and Suckitude?
Poison Ivy.
If you’re exposed to it or even suppose that you might have been exposed to it… wash with soap and water as quickly as you can get to it.
Don’t be like me.
I have a tendency to get a case of poison ivy every year since I was 33 years old- the year I started having reactions to it.
The only treatment for poison ivy after it’s turned into a weeping, raw mess that has ever impressed me is to go and play in the ocean for an afternoon. Once, I had a horrible dripping mess made of both knees (after a really unfortunate tumble off a trail unicycle) and after playing in the ocean with my kids for a while, I came out with a keyring that had rusted over and knees that healed almost miraculously. Since then, of course, I’ve tried treating my poison ivy rashes with saltwater, but it’s just not the same. I need someone to provide a university with a grant to discover just what it is in ocean water that dries up poison ivy.
Man, I hope it’s not the fish poo.
You knew Lowell was going to have difficulties, right?
