Showing posts from April, 2009

What the Hell Hit Me?

So, yesterday I'm working at home. I stop a bit late to eat lunch, consisting of Top Ramen beef flavor and chocolate milk. No sooner do I finish than my stomach starts hurting. Not bad, but I figure something just went down wrong.

Over the course of the next hour, the pain becomes unbearable; it hurt to breath, it hurt to swallow, I thought I might vomit, I developed a bad headache, and my breathing became shallow (as it hurt too much to breath deeply). I also developed a cough and started having cold flashes.

M got home around 6:30 pm, and by then I was simply laying on the couch, coughing and hurting and not wanting to do much. The cold flashes had started getting severe; I would shake uncontrollably.

Went to bed early and fell asleep quickly. Woke up today with the same level of headache, my abdomen still sore but not as bad, and still a bit of a nauseated feeling. Luckily, the cough seems to have gone away and so far no cold flashes. Took another long nap after getting up, but st…

A Good Manager

I finally found the correct location online in which to voice my complaints over the poor sound, projection, and food services at our local theater. I sent two emails in, being as specific as I could, and offering suggestion for how I would solve the issues I presented.

First, I got an email from the manager of the local theater. That email asked for me to call in and speak directly with her about my concerns. I called, but had to leave a message. Within 10 minutes I got a call back from her.

She was obviously nervous speaking to me, expecting me to harangue or yell, or something similar, I'm sure. But I was very quickly able to put her at ease, explain that I love movies and just wanted her theater to be the best experience possible. I reiterated my disappointments, explained my solutions, and then let her tell me what they could or could not do.

Next, she said that they went through "a bad stretch" where they had many technical issues, including the poor projection and…


For the most part, I have made a smooth transition from SoCal Desert Rat to East Coast wharf rat. I enjoy living with my wife, and I think she's happy I haven't made as many changes as she thought I might to "her house." I have developed a new group of friends with whom I now play Dungeons & Dragons, go to the movies, and other activities.

However, I am really missing my friends in SoCal. I had a good group of friends who worked hard to get together at least once a month. When we couldn't get together as a group, we would still get together as smaller groups for things like lunches. I played online video games with one friend regularly, on a scheduled day, to keep in touch there. I met others often for lunch, as they were in offices close by. My mother would drive down every now and then and we would go out to breakfast, watch a movie, or do something.

Since joining Facebook, I have found even more friends in my former area that now want to get together-- and I…

The Lion's Roar

Coming off the first-ever 0-16 season by an NFL team, the woeful Detroit Lions have to do something to turn around the team, the city, and regain some pride in the NFL.

They got a new coach with a pretty good winning pedigree -- Jim Schwartz. They also have two first-round picks in the draft this weekend, numbers 1 (obviously) and 20 (from Dallas for the Roy Williams trade). They fired Matt Millen, the worst GM in the NFL during his tenure. They jettisoned all of the negative Nancies from the locker room.

Now, for the piece de resistance -- they updated their uniforms, logo, and font. The unis and the font are negligible, but the change to the logo is a nice one.

The original logo looked like this:
A nice logo. Gives a good feeling of a lion, but doesn't have much depth or detail to it.

The new logo, while not a huge transition, has some subtle changes to make it look more fierce and give it some dimension:
With the black outlining, the white accents giving the lion depth and detail, an…


A few months ago I managed to get in to see an RA doctor here, ending one of my quests for medical representation since the move. Dr. Grant is a quiet, efficient, and well-respected doctor, and a lot of people were surprised that I got attached to his practice.

Today I saw Dr. Gillis, a new GE doctor who just hung out his shingle. He seems nice, and he seems to know his stuff. He appeared to like that I brought my former GE history with me, and he made a copy of a few things for his records. He wants to run some tests of his own, get to know me and my case, and seemed to genuinely be concerned about my care.

I'm on a waiting list for a GP/family doctor to "oversee" my medical needs; until then, it is up to me and balanced between my two specialists. I'm on the waiting list, but as a friend here recently has a two-year wait before he got a call for a new GP, I'm not holding my breath. Hopefully we'll hear something in the nearer time frame, though.

Next step is g…


Woke up this morning to the following:

First time ever in my life that Easter came with snow. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Seems strange and messes with my internal clock.


Life is very likely the best TV show on network TV that you aren't watching. It is superbly written, has likable and charismatic stars, has a different note or edge to it than other cop dramas, and has a twist. One of the things I like most about it is how it presents a season-long puzzle and then carries that through as either a primary or secondary storyline through each episode.

The first season was picture-perfect. I watch a lot of TV, read a lot of books, and understand plot, pacing, and how storytellers try to distract or shake up the audience. Because of this, I am rarely surprised when watching most shows; I am well-known for guessing the perpetrater very early in the show (ask my wife-- she is constantly annoyed by my ability to guess plots, character motivations, etc. before she has even nailed down what's going on). This show, especially in the first season, was able to constantly surprise me; not, as you may think, with the surprise itself, but with the reason for …