Month: November 2025

No Ouch?

The Supermassive Black Hole of Pain I mentioned a few posts back, that was there just being all hot and weird and pulsing and squeezing and possibly emitting dark matter?

Stopped

Yesterday I woke up and it didn’t hurt and I thought “ok, it’s because I just woke up and I haven’t done anything risky like take a deep breath, or try to roll over” and then I did those things and it still didn’t hurt.

I went to the bathroom. I got dressed. I came downstairs. I made coffee.

Didn’t hurt

So I stood in the kitchen and leaned and twisted and reached and contorted in ways that are dangerous at the best of times and …

Nothin’ hurt

I’m used to pain receding. You know, how it goes away in stages, like each day it’s not as bad as the day before and eventually you realize it doesn’t hurt but you can’t specifically say what day it was when it stopped. Not this time. Went to sleep on Friday making “ooch” noises and trying to figure out the best position where the least number of things hurt, and when I woke up, it was gone.

So I’m assuming what I had was an alien probe of some sort? A little device monitoring me for the future of humanity I guess? The good news is I’m pretty much a harmless idiot, so if the aliens learned anything from me, it’s more than likely it’s things like “ouch bad, weed good, coffee best” so the good news is they’ll probably conquer us really easy, and there’ll be coffee and weed at the end.

You’re welcome

Not that anyone asked

Tom Stoppard died today, so naturally I thought of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead. The whole Not On Boats thing and all. And while I was reading through the quotes (and trying to remember if I own this on DVD or not), I found this one that is an absolutely perfect example of what it’s like in my head at any given moment. Even if I’m doing something and probably even when I’m sleeping, I will have something almost exactly like this going on in another part of my brain. 

    Rosencrantz: So, we've got a letter that explains *everything*?
    Guildenstern: You've got it.
    Rosencrantz: I thought *you* had it?
    Guildenstern: I *do* have it.
    Rosencrantz: You have it?
    Guildenstern: You've got it.
    Rosencrantz: I don't get it.
    Guildenstern: You haven't got it.
    Rosencrantz: I just said that!
    Guildenstern: I've got it.
    Rosencrantz: Oh, I've got it!
    Guildenstern: Shut up!
    Rosencrantz: Right.

I am not kidding about it being constantly. Rosenstern and Guildencrantz are back there, Abbot-and-Costelloing it up. Shticking around. Getting into shenanigans while Work brain is trying to explain what data Data needs to do their little tasks, and of course continuing the hijinx when Work brain is attempting to do those tasks. And while Human brain is trying to do things like remember what things like “tired” and “hungry” feel like, or remember how to fix things like feeling hungry. It’s a wonder I can get anything done.

Well damn. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern is available on streaming through Acorn, and I only have BritBox. Also, it turns out I didn’t have it on DVD, but it’ll be here in a few days.

The spelling check hates this post.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving

As is tradition, Mim and I will be going to that most gourmet of restaurants tomorrow for our Thanksgiving dinner. The biggest decision we’ll have to make is do we go to the Wawa on B- street, or the one on E- Avenue? Both are good. I feel like the one on E is a little nicer, because it’s closer to a major highway section, so it gets a lot more traffic. It could also be because it was the first Wawa in the neighborhood, so maybe I have a bias.

Anyhow, that’s the official plan. For the past… 5ish years or so that’s what we’ve done. Mim doesn’t eat turkey, neither of us really cooks, and honestly, the turkey bowl at Wawa is pretty good. It also prevents overeating and having too many leftovers to deal with.

If we’re lucky, we’ll also be able to get a couple of TastyKake pumpkin pies.

Like I said before. I have simple needs.

Christmas is coming up next and if anyone wants to get me anything, I’ve been really enjoying … uhm… this product. Ah… if you’re my coworker you might not want to click that.

I’m stuck on what to get Mim for Christmas. She’s already given me most of the stuff she’d bought, mostly because neither of us is good at waiting, and partly because I could be using some of the things she bought.

Like the Frankincense and Myrrh cream. Holy shit, y’all. Remember a couple of posts ago I was talking about the weird pain I was in? She gave me the Frankenmyrrh because it’s supposed to be good for soothing nerve pain and — again — Holy shit, y’all. It works. It’s just frankincense and myrrh and coconut oil as a carrier and it worked the first time I used it and has been continuing to help. I’m not sure what it smells like on me. I know in the container it’s a little bit … turpentine-y? It reminds me of something industrial, but not in a bad way. I also like the smell of gasoline, new tires, and ozone so your opinions may vary. I’ll ask Mim to sniff me tomorrow and let you know what she thinks.

I’m still writing. I have a new approach. I’m basically writing fanfic for a thing that doesn’t exist. Kinda want people to read it. Kinda don’t.