Prognosis Progress
Since I’m not sure how much the grapevine knows:
Mom’s doing incredibly better. She can stand on her own for a short time, and walk fairly well with a kind of cut-down walker thingy.
Last night, she was able to move her fingers on her own. The therapist had a TENS unit causing the fingers to twitch for exercise, then suddenly looked at Mom and said, “I turned it off a few minutes ago. That right there is all you.”
So there we are. Her leg is supporting her, and her arm and hand are taking commands again. She just needs to practice a while for dexterity, and she’ll be back on the computer and back to her knitting.
This is WONDERFUL.
“Where’s the override?”
Found Iron Chef Japan on the Fine Living Network. Now I need only suffer through the occasional Martha Stewart commercial to get my fix. Sadly, NBC / Universal came down on them about the Backdraft music, and the whole show’s been re-scored by someone who didn’t really get it; but it’s better than nothing.
There’s a tire fire in North Carolina this week, and the smoke’s traveled all the way up here. The air in Portsmouth is nasty. I feel like someone in a cyberpunk book who should be walking the city streets with a small respirator. Sucks, because otherwise the heat’s much more tolerable today.
Thank goodness for the Baen Free Library and the Baen CDs. Because of those resources, I didn’t pay any money for John Ringo’s The Hero. Now, I enjoyed his first “Posleen” books well enough, though the ending of the war was unsatisfying; but this book pretends to be one story for 100 pages (!) and then, without warning, changes its mind, abandons nearly everything, and becomes a completely different story.
Imagine you’re watching the second Trek movie, getting into the story, and the first face-off between Kirk and Khan has just ended. Suddenly, a renegade cadet from the Enterprise steals the Genesis Device plans, uses the prefix codes to cause warp core breaches and destroy both ships, and hides in the Mutara Nebula in a 72-hour survival spacesuit to wait for an arranged Romulan pickup. Unknown to him, one of Khan’s men got out in a similar spacesuit, and is hunting him down as the only chance for survival.
While the “hunting each other down” part of the movie might be gripping, I assume most people’s reaction would be, “WTF? What happened to the plot I was just watching? Who are these people? I don’t even like these people.” That was my reaction to this book. Ah, well, it’s not like I don’t have lots more to read, including In The Serpent’s Coils, Grave Peril, and Little Brother (yes, it’s a free download).
Oh, and while I’m reviewing things, have I mentioned that I am now quite the Steven Moffat fan? The ending of “Forest of the Dead” had me saying to myself, “Bit of a downer, but everything lined up properly, lotsa neat stuff, some good lines. Good episode.” Then: Non-specific Spoiler
Visited By An Old Friend
My old Trek fanfic character, the one in this usericon, started as Chief Navigator on the USS Heimdal, and eventually worked his way up the ranks to Captain of the USS Yeager. “Grin’elle Kriet” was half-human, half-alien, and spent most of his Starfleet career as a Chief Engineer.
Grin’s dark secret? He was also an exiled quasi-Time Lord from the Doctor Who universe. (The concept worked better in the fic than it does in this paragraph.) He and I haven’t spoken as author and character for many years; I wrapped up all the important bits of his story arc back in the Nineties. Grin helped me begin working out some personal issues, for which I’ll always appreciate him.
Without warning, Grin’elle woke up last night, after I’d wrapped up watching “Forest of the Dead”. The conversation, expanded into English sentences, went something like this:
Hey… hey, I just heard something I don’t know if I believe. Are all the Time Lords dead? Is Gallifrey gone?
“What? Oh… er, yes, apparently so. They were all destroyed in a Time War with the Daleks… The Doctor was the only survivor. Except a few Daleks, and the Master. But he’s dead now too, as near as we can tell.”
Holy… are you kidding? I lived there for decades… I had roots there.
“You hated them. They were embarrassed by you.”
Not all of them.
“You left their universe, left it for good. Heck, you’ve set up shop in a third one for the time being.”
I know. They show Who here. Just like Trek, I make sure never to catch an episode.
“So, what do you care?”
… I’m not really sure. I’ll have to get back to you on that.
… and then he was gone, and I was left wondering where the hell all that had come from.
Stay Cool
Wow. I was sick yesterday, and Starr’s sick today. Awesome. It might very well have been dehydration on both our parts, though I drink more water these days than I have in years.
I need to watch the latest Doctor Who very soon, it is apparently most excellent, and the net is bursting with spoilers that I am carefully avoiding. Stephen Moffat may be the best Who writer on the new show, responsible for The Empty Child / The Doctor Dances, The Girl In the Fireplace, and Blink; I’m not displeased at all that he’s in charge of 2010’s Series Five. The “Everybody lives!!” line still gets me right ‘there’.
And now, this year’s zombie meme:
You are in a mall when the zombies attack. You have:
1. one weapon.
2. one song blasting on the speakers.
3. one famous person to fight alongside you.
* Weapon can be real or fictional; you may assume endless ammo if applicable. Person can be real or fictional.
1) Phaser II, set to “vaporise”. With endless ammo, I can just hold down the trigger and sweep.
2) Queen, “Flight of the Hawkmen” (starts at about 1:08 in the video)
3) Tim the Enchanter (I think his skills would be well matched to the situation.)
Starr’s list:
1) Sonic Screwdriver (“I’m sure it has a ‘defeat zombies’ setting.”)
2) Meredith Brooks, “Bitch”
3) Kal-El
Actually, he probably made that up.
From the Canadian Press website:
OWEN SOUND, Ont. — A waitress from Owen Sound, Ont., says she can’t believe she was laid off after she had her head shaved for a cancer fundraising event.
Stacey Fearnall raised more than $2,700 for charity, but when she showed up for work and refused to sport a wig for her shift, her boss told her to take the summer off. Her employer, Dan Hilliard, says his restaurant has certain standards prohibiting men from wearing earrings and requiring employees to keep their hair at a reasonable length. He says Fearnall is still on the payroll and she can return to work once she sprouts some locks.
Hilliard admits the story isn’t great PR for the restaurant but as far as he’s concerned, it’s an internal staff problem. He says he’s already heard from some customers who agree with him and say they would have been “appalled” to have been served at Fearnall’s table.
Hey, you. Yes, you over there, the person who would be “appalled” to be served by a bald woman?
Your humanity license has been revoked, and we will begin devolving you shortly. Would you like “slime mold”, “dung beetle”, or “plankton”?
Allez Cuisine!
Things I like about Iron Chef America:
The Chairman’s confident good humor.
Stern-visaged samurai chef from Japan, Masaharu Morimoto.
Cooking geek Alton Brown.
Smack-talk and teasing between the chefs.
No air-headed commentary from Japanese actresses.
Things I miss about Iron Chef Japan:
The Chairman’s culinary megalomania.
Maverick avant-garde chef from New York, Masaharu Morimoto.
Professional fortune-teller Kazuko Hosoki.
Chefs focused on their dishes as if lives depended on them.
Air-headed commentary from Japanese actresses.
Words On the Run
Dang, I just had a pretty good idea for a vampire story. Weird, because I don’t generally like vampire stories. It must be an interesting job right now, being a graphic artist for the fantasy section of the bookstore: once, you were collecting Vallejo paintings of mostly-naked barbarians; now, you’re taking mood-lit photos of women in leather, vinyl, and pointy dental appliances.
Anyway, this is the third or fourth fairly decent story idea I’ve had in a month. Maybe I could pull a McCartney and mash them all into one finished project. I certainly hope it’s a sign that my creativity is fighting free from the coma it’s keeps slipping into.
Speaking of comas, I felt like the walking undead this morning. Suddenly, I’m kinda feeling better. Creativity: my anti-drug.
Entropy loses a round
Hmph. The Microsoft Office 2008 icons are kinda ugly.
Listening to some Vangelis music at work this morning. “Alpha” is one of those tunes that sends tingles up my spine when I listen to it, and awakes wonder and potential in my mind. If only I could stay in that headspace for days at a time… it probably wouldn’t be good for me, but I feel that I’d get a lot done while I could stand it.
I wonder where the ‘tingles’ come from? It’s absolutely a physical sensation to me, but I have no idea what produces it.
Far more importantly, my mom is walking now without human assistance. She’s still using a walker or crutch, but given that she couldn’t even move the leg two weeks ago, this is an absolutely awesome development, and I joked that she’s making far better progress than I did. If any of my friends have ever wondered where my buried stubborn streak came from, this may provide a clue. I am thrilled for her – and while she’s there, they think they may be able to correct a nerve issue that’s pained her for about 20 years, so, silver lining!
And speaking of doctors, it took me a visit to Wikipedia to learn that the awfully-familiar looking archaeologist on Doctor Who this week was Dr. Corday on ER for seven seasons. Cool.
