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thatcrazycajunBelated thanks to all of the kind folks on my friends list who took a moment on their pages to wish me a happy 45th birthday (especially you, my sweet Songbird!), as well as those who sent e-cards. Unfortunately, it turned out not to be nearly as happy as I could have wished for.
Y'see, Sunday night sffilk was also exceedingly kind to a lonely fanboy missing his gal far away and all the fun at Balticon, Marcon and other gatherings of the tribe to which I couldn't afford traveling, and treated me to dinner and a movie (Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, and it was pretty good; not as good as the first [but then, could any be now?], better than the 2nd and at least as much fun as the 3rd). At the Japanese restaurant where we had dinner after the flick, I combined some fairly spicy chicken and beef appetizers to make a meal. Now, you wouldn't think a reasonably healthy Cajun boy raised on cayenne pepper and Zatarain's Crab Boil would have digestive problems resulting from spicy food, right?
Wrong. Oh, so very, very wrong. Whether it was the combination of spices in these particular dishes, a GI-tract virus or just plain spoiled meat is unclear, but something caused me to spend all day Monday and part of the evening lying nauseous at home and running frequently to the bathroom to deal with diarrhea (soiling a sheet and a pair of jogging pants in the process). And on top of all this, no one in my family—not even my father, who always calls me on my birthday—called or sent a card. No one. (Yes, I know, I have been very bad about doing likewise for them for years, but I'd have thought at least Daddy wouldn't have forgotten me. Then again, he is getting on in years and his memory ain't what it used to be...) The Songbird did call (and I don't think I've ever heard a more beautiful voice sing "Happy Birthday" to me), but she was the only one.
So the upshot of it was, between sleeping most of Sunday away; being out late that night; then feeling too tired and/or sick to even turn on either of the computers I own all day Monday; and finally feeling well enough to get down some soup for dinner and watching Part I of A&E's slick new remake of The Andromeda Strain (well worth the time, even with the considerable updating of tech and liberties with the source novel by Mike Crichton), I read no LJ or even e-mail at all for two solid days. None. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Goose-egg city.
And considering that half of the entries from Monday and today are from people posting con reports, I'm not sure I want to get all that caught up and see all the neat stuff I missed being home shitting my guts out. (TimeGate was a pretty piss-poor substitute, even though the staff worked very hard, the main guests were quite friendly and entertaining—who knew John Levene [Sgt. Benton from the old Doctor Who] was really a leftover vaudeville comedian?—and I even saw an old friend from college days I hadn't expected.) But again, thank you to all who thought of me. And tomorrow I have to lose several hours' pay and a couple C-notes in fines in traffic court over that damn fender-bender back in March. So this week already pretty much sucks what my old paldarrenzieger has been known to call "the Great Moose Cock in the Sky."
And Michael? It really isn't your fault and you are still a very dear friend...but we are so not going back to that place again.
sffilk was also exceedingly kind to a lonely fanboy missing his gal far away and all the fun at Balticon, Marcon and other gatherings of the tribe to which I couldn't afford traveling, and treated me to dinner and a movie (Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, and it was pretty good; not as good as the first [but then, could any be now?], better than the 2nd and at least as much fun as the 3rd). At the Japanese restaurant where we had dinner after the flick, I combined some fairly spicy chicken and beef appetizers to make a meal. Now, you wouldn't think a reasonably healthy Cajun boy raised on cayenne pepper and Zatarain's Crab Boil would have digestive problems resulting from spicy food, right?Wrong. Oh, so very, very wrong. Whether it was the combination of spices in these particular dishes, a GI-tract virus or just plain spoiled meat is unclear, but something caused me to spend all day Monday and part of the evening lying nauseous at home and running frequently to the bathroom to deal with diarrhea (soiling a sheet and a pair of jogging pants in the process). And on top of all this, no one in my family—not even my father, who always calls me on my birthday—called or sent a card. No one. (Yes, I know, I have been very bad about doing likewise for them for years, but I'd have thought at least Daddy wouldn't have forgotten me. Then again, he is getting on in years and his memory ain't what it used to be...) The Songbird did call (and I don't think I've ever heard a more beautiful voice sing "Happy Birthday" to me), but she was the only one.
So the upshot of it was, between sleeping most of Sunday away; being out late that night; then feeling too tired and/or sick to even turn on either of the computers I own all day Monday; and finally feeling well enough to get down some soup for dinner and watching Part I of A&E's slick new remake of The Andromeda Strain (well worth the time, even with the considerable updating of tech and liberties with the source novel by Mike Crichton), I read no LJ or even e-mail at all for two solid days. None. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Goose-egg city.
And considering that half of the entries from Monday and today are from people posting con reports, I'm not sure I want to get all that caught up and see all the neat stuff I missed being home shitting my guts out. (TimeGate was a pretty piss-poor substitute, even though the staff worked very hard, the main guests were quite friendly and entertaining—who knew John Levene [Sgt. Benton from the old Doctor Who] was really a leftover vaudeville comedian?—and I even saw an old friend from college days I hadn't expected.) But again, thank you to all who thought of me. And tomorrow I have to lose several hours' pay and a couple C-notes in fines in traffic court over that damn fender-bender back in March. So this week already pretty much sucks what my old pal
darrenzieger has been known to call "the Great Moose Cock in the Sky."And Michael? It really isn't your fault and you are still a very dear friend...but we are so not going back to that place again.
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Date: 2008-05-28 09:58 am (UTC)Belated birthday wishes! Hope your 46th year improves quickly!
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Date: 2008-05-28 11:44 am (UTC)I posted some cute kid and animal pics; start here.
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Date: 2008-05-28 05:44 pm (UTC)Sorry, I'll can the snark but I've not had my coffee yet so I just couldn't help myself. In all seriousness I hope you are feeling better today. Happy (belated) birthday - and at least you got a story out of it. :)