–Things have been pretty quiet on Little Big as we are still recovering from our catastrophic hard drive failure. I am forever grateful Anthony went into this line of work because our data loss has been relatively minimal. It has taken quite a bit of time to piece together the programs and storage and data that, as a whole, comprise fully working computer. I’ve been able to get on here and there in between restores and patches but not long enough to complete any posts. This is going to make things easier for me to write in the longterm, though, because Anthony added a number of improvements. I can’t wait for this all to be done and to finally move on from here!
–I was sadly wrong about our beloved little red computer. The problem wasn’t fixable like I previously thought. This time Humpty Dumpty couldn’t be put back together again.
–I have not been completely honest with you. Or myself. I am really sick, you guys. The symptoms of my Crohn’s Disease have progressed to the point where I am in considerable daily pain, experience deep and constant fatigue, and am able to eat little more than hard boiled eggs, broth, and saltine crackers. I’m missing events with family and friends, and I’m not reliably able to interact with my kids the way I used to. The medicine I take is no longer controlling my symptoms and I have become a Crohn’s Disease with a person instead of a person with Crohn’s Disease. For months I’ve been telling myself this is just a rough patch, a flare, and that I am just about to get over it and have a normal (for me) life again. Last week I was able to get an emergency appointment with a GI specialist who has scheduled a colonoscopy for me at the soonest available date. It’s a testament to how far gone I am that I am so deeply grateful and even excited to have a camera shoved up my ass, but I truly am. This is the only way for me to get effective treatment. Most likely I’ll end up giving myself injections but I don’t care. Bring it. There’s no way the pain of giving myself an injection could possibly compare to the pain of the disease I’m living through.
–We inherited a playpen from a family member and I can count on one hand the times we’ve used it for Elias. It doesn’t go unused because Isobel frequently climbs in and uses it as a sanctuary to play with her toys in a brother-free environment.
–The biggest difference so far between caring for a boy and caring for a girl (besides the obvious genital cleaning) is that Elias wants to explore the world through headbutting. Windows, walls, cats, doors, other people’s heads… all is fair game in his need to be headbutt. Once Anthony was trying to nap on the couch when Elias crawled over and started headbutting him. Anthony says that with each headbutt impact he can’t help but think, “There goes and IQ point, there goes and IQ point, and there goes another IQ point.”
–Every so often I’ll become emboldened and try to add another generally Crohn’s-approved item to my diet, such as store-bought hummus. It normally tastes like sand compared to homemade or what we get at our favorite Middle Eastern restaurant, but I lack the energy to make some and when you’ve been subsisting on nothing but glorified water and paste crackers, it tastes pretty damn good.
–It’s been awhile since I’ve had a colonoscopy but apparently after my last one I called my doctor’s personal cell phone and left a message that just said, “I’m dying,” and hung up. I then proceeded to pass out for six hours while he tried to call me back to figure out what was going on. I have no memory of this.
–Facebook got a hold of my contacts and seems bound and determine to make my specialist, Dr F, and I Facebook friends. My friend Sunday has suggested I friend him and then send him a FB message that just says, “I’m dying.”
–Due to all the problems with my health, and some frustrating treatment by a different doctor’s office prior to my appointment with my GI, I was in a terrible mood. I was, that is, until two therapy llamas escaped from the senior living facility they were visiting. Their merry chase and the subsequent twitter conversation that ensued turned my mood around. I was pleased to find out it did for others, too. Next time you need a boost I suggest you maybe watch this video of the escaped llamas running around to the theme of Yakkity Sax.
Our house on the weekends. (Cats included)
In honor of the death of a beautiful and decent man, here are some tribute photos and messages in honor of Leonard Nimoy. Humanity was richer for having had him.
- His hilarious intro for a 1970-ish TV Studies textbook.
- The day Leonard Nimoy took his son to work.
- Beautiful LLAP Jewish Mosaic.
- Thanks to Leonard Nimoy for being such a wonderful example on and off the screen.
- Spock likeness.
- Now that’s a lunch i’d have enjoyed being at.
- Rest in peace, Leonard Nimoy.
- To the best first officer.
- We are all going to miss you.
- Grief is logical.
@AstroTerry gives the Vulcan salute from the #ISS over Leonard Nimoy’s home town of Boston.
- Bank of Canada says it’s legal, but not appreciated, to Spock your cash.
- “I loved Spock.” – President Obama
- Mars Curiosity sent a message from Mars to Earth honoring Leonard Nimoy.
- Remember that time Spock rode Muni?
And the Absurd Height of Creepy Dysfunctionality Award goes to Love’s Baby Soft for this 1975 ad. Schmutzie’s roundup is great, and you need to see this one to beleive it. The woman looks like she’s had a lobotomy. Also we need to arrest Love’s.
The girl who gets gifts from birds. Beautiful story.
Emma Stone looks weird. Wemma Stone?
A symphony for cats: Scientists create music that appeals to felines. And while we’re on the subject, Music for Plants.
Amazing SF Storm Photos: Animated lightning, fire over SF, Sutro glory, lightning over Mission, incredible skies, four in one, Noe Valley, layers, fire in the sky, storm panorama, lightning over Bernal,