Tuesday, September 28, 2004

The Nerve of Some People

My old roomate showed up at our old apartment yesterday. He wanted to scold me for not supplying him with a character reference for a job to which he applied. Peter calmly explained to him my health situation. That didn't faze Jeff one iota. Now see, I spent one miserable year with Jeff, as he proceeded to stalk a Senator's daughter and be forced into anger management therapy, among many other charming things, including an altercation between the two of us in Strasbourg, France. Now he wants me to complimnt his character in a sworn statement. Sure, Jeff.

You see, some people don't know when they've got it good and shouldn't press their luck. Jeff's about to find that out.

Saturday, September 25, 2004

Elaboration

Yes, I do plan to explain more about my last post. Right now, things are not entirely clear, and some tough decision have to be made in the next couple of months. When those are done, I'll everyone all about it.

In one bright spot, Regent has come up with a way for me to graduate with minimal problems. In light of recent events, we haven't done much with it, but I believe we eventually will.

Hope for the best, in more ways than one.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

When It Rains, It Pours

I had an appointment with Dr. Cooler yesterday. I was taken aback by what happened. More laster after it all soaks in--assuimg it does.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Have You Heard?

Now that it is clear the Texas Air National Guard documents are not authentic, CBS will henceforth stand for Cock and Bull Stories. I'm not aure at what point CBS became the leading mouthpiece for the Democratic Party, but it has been at least since 1988 when Dan Rather verbally attacked Bush 41 live on the air. The network has no credibility.

Monday, September 20, 2004

Wing and a Prayer

I realize that Enterprise is an awful show, and that watching an episode in it's entirety can lead one to adopt a monastic lifestyle in order to cleanse away the iniquity remaining from the experience. Nevertheless, I stil find myself watching it most every week. It's sort of like a car wreck by the side of the road: it's horrible, but you just can't look away. Anyhow, I finally caught the season finale this weekend. I was otherwise occupied at the Duke University Eye Center unknowingly going blind when it first aired, so I have a decent excuse for being a latecomer.

The Xindi finally activae their weapon to destroy Earth. Now, Earth has known this was coming for a year, so they've put up a ton of defenses, right? Nope. not a one. Nada. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Just a whole lot of faith in Enterprise--which, by the way, was busy blowing up a sphere somewhere across the galaxy. All of this was so stupid, I was actually rooting for the Xindi. I figure with tht lack of foresight, humanity doesn't deserve to survive.

Ah, but the season premeirewill make up for it. It's a highly original tale in which the Nazis win Worls War II. A fresh, new idea from Brannon Braga, who can't write worth sour worm poop.

Sunday, September 19, 2004

A Few Notes

I'm not doing a very good job of keeping up with this blog, so we're going to do some fast and loose catch up here. There's some Dramamine in the glove compartment if needed.

First, I've changed the title of my blog to reflect my new reality, show my sick sense of irony, and demonstrate my well-readness. I think it has a better ring than Caviar for the Mind, but readers ca be the judge. Second, Michael and jessica came to visit last week. It was a great time. I felt alive again for the first time in months. Thanks, you two. it meant more tan you can imagine. Third, I can tell by the popular search terms detached retina, colostomy, and divaticulitis< a lot of visitors are frightned about the health prblems they are facing> i"m sure this place is a little ray of sunshine, too.Like Porter Waggoner warned, you've seen a cold, hard fact of life. Finally, I shaved my head yesterday. Why? Because I never could have done it in my previous life, and i wanted to assert control over some part of my body. It's a pathetic victory, but a victory nonetheless.

Friends always said i used my genius for evil, like Lrx Luthor. now I look the part as well.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

The Silence is Deafening

I have been meaning to come up with a post explaining my thought as of late, but all I have really done is withdraw from pretty much everything. perhaps later. keep watching the sky.

Friday, September 10, 2004

Saturday, September 04, 2004

For Want of a Buyer

I suppose it's because I have been paying attention to such things lately as never before, but I am seeing a large number of good science fiction writers' names attached to really bad television scripts. Not bad as in morally deficient, but bad as in, "I can't believe I wasted an houir of my life watching this drivel." Evidently, authors who spent years tolling in short stoies and novels for pennies a word sold ther souls to make money in televison. I notice this trend occurred in the late 1960's to early 1970's. That would be about the time the pulp generationwould be turning grey and looking for their last shot at financial security.

You see, everyone iswilling to sell their soul. They just can't alesys find a willing buyer.

Friday, September 03, 2004

Incision Insight

it has been a long time since I have had a surgical incision. i had forgotten about their unique way of both hurting and itching at the same time. I've been trying to write on my screenplays today, but it's hard to dwell on them with such a distraction. I had planned to listen to President Bush last night, but fell fast asleep instead. I probably just cut out the middle man in the process. That's still an improvement over Kerry--I emptied mycolostomy bag after listening to his acceptance speech last month.

Just once, after all the work done, money spent, and volunteers' time used, I'd like to hear candidate decline the nomination at that point.

"Ha ha! Screw you, suckers!"

I can dream, can't I?

Thursday, September 02, 2004

And the Wheel Goes 'Round

I'm still pretty much in limbo. it is a disorienting feeling for me. I can't remember a time when I didn't have a long term goal that would get me through low points like I'm in now. I'm scoping around for something constructive to do, but I am awfully limited by how bad I feel and how small the future has become. Things have yet to stop spirraling downhill. I thought I'd hit bottom, but I have not, apparently. I can;t begin to climb out until I do. That's a scary thought, no?

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Results

It failed.

There was too much scar tissue and the divaticulitis has spread. To reverse the colostomy would make an another rupture inevitable. All of this was for nothing, and I am at the lowest pint in my life that I can recall.