Photo: The sad aftermath of too much New Year 'cheer'.
Well another year has arbitrarily been marked as passed...and here we are on the other side still (mostly) unradiated and non alien-invaded. We didn't even get one good asteroid scare this year. Oh well. A few things bug me though...like why does 2008 seem like 1995 only with shinier cell phones and more religion? Where are the calming, thoughtful supercomputers that try to either kill you or impregnate you? And as J always says, where are all the silver jumpsuits and jet packs??
J is doing 'OK' at the moment, she is recovering from an infection that set it on her PICC line. They had to take it out and move it to a different area. She has been 'stabilized'...with her hypertension under better control, and she has had lesser bouts of nausea recently. She is in moderate spirits overall, though we are pushing her doctors for a plan so that she doesn't sit in limbo forever. I still can't believe that she hasn't been home in over 4 months...and before that she was only home for 2 weeks out of any month for the previous 6. Ugh.
J is extremely happy about all of her gifts, and sends her thanks to everyone. She is currently learning super-secret ninja stealth techniques. The latest technique is to diguise herself as a pile of laundry to avoid blood sugar sticks and O.F.R.R.s (Overly Friendly Roommate Relatives). She is much more comfortably covered by new blankets, bathrobes, socks and slippers. She has a nice new collection of octopus/squid bathroom accessories that she loves, and some new clothes...and other things that she feels she does not deserve. She feels bad that she didn't get a chance to shop for anyone. It's OK though, I beat her with a rolled-up Kaiser mental health brochure for a hour or so and scolded her roundly for not getting to the mall in time to pick up Orange Julius gift certificates for everyone. She feels much better now.
Unrelated topic. The new re-issue of Blade Runner is worth every penny. The movie looks so rich and the sound...drool...it turns one of this humble viewer's all-time favorite movies into a festival of intense nerd fodder. Kick. Ass.
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Next year I expect two orange julius cards. No, no, wait. Next year I expect to be taken to Orange Julius in person. No, no. Even better. A party. At Orange Julius. (do they give out paper crowns or something like at burger king?)
Next year everyone goes to Dennys for a free salmonella salad platter. For just a buck more you can get 8 sausage links and 15 pancakes with bacon syrup.
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