Friday, January 31, 2014

Friday blarg

  • Happy Year of the Horse/Lunar New Year/Chinese New Year/all that
  • Hasta la vista, January. I really never noticed you were here, what with the weird, summer-like weather and dry conditions!
  • Dear FSM: if you would be so kind as to send us rain, that would be really nice.
  • Can't seem to get rid of this goddamn cough. Sigh.
  • Dear Mother Nature: if you would be so kind as to send us rain, that would be really nice.
  • 2014 is not, thus far, filling me with joy. I'm getting slightly-numb to bad news now.
  • So, Yahoo's emails got compromised. That's after Target and some other big store got their data compromised. And the NSA is pretty much illegally spying on everyone and their cousins' cousins. I swear, it's a wonder anyone bothers to use the Internet anymore. Maybe we should just go back to barter and letters delivered by someone on a pony.
  • Seriously. Someone send us some rain here. This is getting kinda scary.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Smaug-tastic

Hobbit cast genderswapped by cosplayers. This? This pleases me.

Wherein I pontificate more on stuff

So the Peter Capaldi god-knows-what-number-he-is Doctor's new look has been revealed. I gotta say I approve. Nice callback to the Pertwee era. Capaldi can only rock in this role. I just hope they find writers who can be worthy of his epic level of awesome.



Apparently "Intelligence" is in ratings freefall. I suppose it's not a coincidence that the writers for that show suck...



Here I'm trying to save cash and bag-lunch it at least a few days a week. And I forgot my damn sandwich this morning. Sigh.



Finished "The Crimson Vault" by Will Wight. Goddamn that was a good book! The second half of the story was non-stop awesome. I love the world Wight has built up. The magic system is weirdness itself, but I like the rules behind it. I'm curious to see where he'll go in the third book and what he's got in mind for his heroes.



I'm eagerly and impatiently awaiting the next offering by Anthony Ryan: "The Tower Lord". I've re-read "Blood Song" a few times now and need more. The last author who hooked me like this was Patrick Rothfuss and while I adore Rothfuss, he's so cagey about his status on his third book, I've pretty much just put him in my George R.R. Martin category and assumed I won't see anything for the next eon or six.

Friday, January 24, 2014

Almost to the day

A week later I can finally kiss that goddamn cold good-bye.

No, I'm not going to kiss it. I'm going to kick its germy ass out the door. My sleep schedule is back to normal and I can breathe fairly normally (or as normally as one can in the wind and allergen-filled crappy air around here). Ugh, what a suckfest that was.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

yeeeeesh

Man, this bug is hanging on like spider-man. Just does NOT want to let go!

I've had a sinus headache for a week now. The cough is pretty much gone (shockingly-enough) but the stuffy-sinus stuff just won't stop.

And I was one of the lucky ones by getting the worst of it over the MLK three-day weekend. The Nyquil-excessive sleep treatment did wonders to get rid of that fever in only a couple of days. I know some folks who have been sporting it for more than three days now.

And this isn't even the flu!

Glad I got that flu shot.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Lessons learned from the plague

  1. Sleep helps.
  2. Nyquil is magic. Okay, I already knew this...
  3. It's not allergies when you're wearing three layers and you're still shivering on a day of record high temperatures.
  4. Nyquil-induced slumber can fix neck/shoulder pain from excessive mouse use.
  5. Never underestimate the power of a short, hot shower.
  6. BBotE can counteract the worst of the aftereffects of Nyquil. Just.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Three days

Three days of sinus headache, cough, and general malaise. Two of those days had fever and chills in the mix. As it is now, my cough is loose but still luring sea lions inland.

Nine hours of sleep Friday night into Saturday morning. Ten more hours of sleep Saturday night into Sunday morning, this time with some Nyquil in the mix. Thirteen - that's right, thirteen - hours of sleep Sunday night into this morning.

The fever's gone and the chills mostly so.

This sucks.