Lincoln and a possible illness
Here's an interesting article in WaPo about an extremely rare genetic illness that Lincoln may have had. The article also has an image of of a cast of Lincoln's face where he looks oddly like Picard...
Writing, acting, knitting, raising a family and learning to live with intracranial hypertension, aka pseudotumor cerebri
Here's an interesting article in WaPo about an extremely rare genetic illness that Lincoln may have had. The article also has an image of of a cast of Lincoln's face where he looks oddly like Picard...
You know how when you go to the store half the time you get home and someone needed something that you didn't know about? Razors, conditioner, a pony; whatever.
Cam and I are thinking of building a cage for the new ratty girls. Our original plan after Paws died was to get one new girl to keep Karma company. But then we couldn't put the new girl in with her right away because she would have beaten it up so we got three new girls with the intent of two in each cage, Karma and one new girl and two other new girls together and all three new girls together until one could move in with Karma. Got that?
2. Someone says "Euuuw!!" when you mention you have pet rats. You:a. Sigh and forgive them for their ignorance and intolerance
b. Try to explain to them why rats make such great pets
c. Pull two rats from your shirt, kiss their furry bellies and wave their tails in the persons face
Brilliant.
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Scalzi posted his LOLCreashun contest finalists and they're hilarious.
If you read Calliope, one of the stories in Sandman, you might have wondered about the trichobezoar. Here is an article from New England Journal of Medicine about a 4.5 kilogram trichobezoar found in the stomach of a woman who eats her own hair. There are also some photos, which are fairly mindboggling. This thing was just enormous and the poor woman lost 18 kilograms before she had it surgically removed.
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Cullen wanted Cornish game hens for Thanksgiving so that's what we did. Chris handed them to me and asked me to carve them but then told me to just cut them up like regular chickens, which meant I couldn't really eat mine. When I saw Eraserhead years ago I couldn't eat for days after. Apparently the effect is still there.
I was a little disappointed that this article about how barbershops are now offering health advice in a partnership with health insurance didn't mention that barbers used to be surgeons and that's why the red stripe on the poles. It's still an interesting piece.
I went to see my hematologist today. He said my iron is okay, not great. I'm not really clear on what that means. I guess the infusion was somewhat of a success but my iron wasn't fabulous, which is what I was hoping for.
I went to see Seussical the Musical at Cam's school tonight. He's not in this one but he's working the spotlight. Nick Carter did an outstanding job as the Cat in the Hat.
I watched a movie called Candy last night. It starred Heath Ledger as this heroin addict called Dan and this incredibly lovely girl whose name I can't recall as his girlfriend. It was broken into three sections called Heaven, Earth and Hell and really there's not much more I need to tell you about the plot is there? You can figure out the rest.
I get an email with the day's strike headlines all together. It's bad enough reading the actual stories but if you just skim the headlines, as I do with several subscriptions I have, you'll get an awfully slanted view of the strike.
According to several people with knowledge of the situation, a high-ranking writer-producer on CBS's "The Young and the Restless" has informed the WGA that he plans to go "financial core" -- that is, give up full membership in the guild and withhold the dues spent on political activities in order to continue writing during the strike.
Another source with knowledge of the situation added that two other scribes on "Y&R" have also opted for financial core status, and one other is considering it. A writer on NBC's "Days of Our Lives" may also be considering crossing the picket line.
No names given, no citations, nothing. It's all "may" or "plan" or "considering" or sources say. Bah.I wrote 4200 words this weekend, putting me up to 20 grand in total, then I spent the rest of the weekend reading.
Probably not but here is one anyway.
Reporters are funny people. At least, some of the New York Times reporters are. Their story on the strike was the most dispiriting and inaccurate that I read. But it also contained one of my favorite phrases of the month.
“All the trappings of a union protest were there… …But instead of hard hats and work boots, those at the barricades wore arty glasses and fancy scarves.”
Oh my God. Arty glasses and fancy scarves. That is so cute! My head is aflame with images of writers in ruffled collars, silk pantaloons and ribbons upon their buckled shoes. A towering powdered wig upon David Fury’s head, and Drew Goddard in his yellow stockings (cross-gartered, needless to say). Such popinjays, we! The entire writers’ guild as Leslie Howard in The Scarlet Pimpernel. Delicious.
Except this is exactly the problem. The easiest tactic is for people to paint writers as namby pamby arty scarfy posers, because it’s what most people think even when we’re not striking. Writing is largely not considered work. Art in general is not considered work. Work is a thing you physically labor at, or at the very least, hate. Art is fun. (And Hollywood writers are overpaid, scarf-wearing dainties.) It’s an easy argument to make. And a hard one to dispute.
"I think that's a sad story," Schwarzenegger said. "Because the studio executives are not going to suffer, the union leaders are not going to suffer, the writers in the strike are not going to suffer -- all the people who have money." Rather, "the electricians, the grips, the set designers are the people who are going to suffer because they are not getting paid and they are out of work," he said.
Karma, Paws' sister, died yesterday. I am still rather stunned. She'd developed a mammary tumor but it was still very small. But she had some symptoms of possibly another tumor that we couldn't see, some personality change, loss of energy, hair loss, and just being kind of blah. She lost weight very rapidly, and unlike Paws had none to lose, so I tried her on some more fattening food but to no avail. I had just suggested to Cam that we start her on syrup a couple times a day to help keep her weight on when he opened her cage and found her body. Unlike Paws she was walking fine as late as yesterday morning so I'm somewhat baffled. The only thing is her breathing was strange and she was making funny noises, although she didn't look like she was in distress. I thought it was the cat throwing up again (he's had a couple of hair balls.) Cullen thinks maybe Karma had a tumor that kind of wrecked something and gave her a stroke. Sigh. Too much sadness.
I went to a write in last night, which was kind of cool. I was surprised by how many people use bookstore coffee shops as meeting houses. There were at least three sets of committees making plans and what looked like a couple of small businesses. It's free for the participants and good for the bookstores so why not?
One edition of the Credit Union Journal Daily Briefing (a newsletter I used to proof, format and mail out) this week talked about three CUs failing.
I'm at 10,555 words which seems weirdly round even though it isn't at all. It's not really alliterative either. I guess it's just friendly.
Here's a fascinating paper about the exploitation of black women and how that relates to the SAG strike of 2000 and more. Unfortunately it's in pdf but still worth reading. I was supposed to be doing something else when I found it but I finished it murmuring to myself as I read. If I weren't about to fall asleep I'm sure I could do a better job explaining why you should read it. Perhaps you'll take my word for it.
The WGA strike starts on Monday. So far I'm disgusted with certain websites that are telling their members to try really hard to sell scripts during the strike, making statements like the new power players are going to be those who sell during the strike. No, see if you sell during the strike you're what's called a scab. You're saying you don't believe in a fair wage for a fair day's work and that you don't believe in solidarity.
"What were they like?"
"They hardly talked at all. They stared at me with this look like you never saw before."
"A good look?"
"No. Like if you forgot your homework, threw up on the rug and announced you were pregnant all at the same time."
"That's some kind of look."
"I don't ever want to see it again."