For the first time in a long time, we stayed up to watch a movie, Running with Scissors, a bio-pic about Augusten Burroughs in the massively dysfunctional family genre. I don't know if all psychiatrists are odd, but I only know two.
No book reviews, because I did not finish a book this week. I'm in the middle of a big thick book with a young, virginal, geeky protagonist, by an author well known for writing about young, virginal, geeky protagonists.
Eight year old had a birthday party Sunday, at a sort of Chuck E Cheesey place with lots of noise and flashing lights. She didn't want me to leave, so I stayed and made the most of it, talking with a few other parents. At least she only got a few plastic gewgaws after redeeming her tickets.
Beyond that, I kept up a regimem of antihistamines and pseudophed, hoping to stay somewhat alert. I decided to take more drastic measures, see below.
I went to workout at the Y one night, and had a far too interesting workout. Twenty minutes on the elliptical listening to Devo and watching Rocky beat up Apollo, then a quick circuit of the Cybex machines. I had tasty stew waiting at home, so went down to the locker room to grab my keys and the escalation phone. I saw a young man near my locker, and felt that there was something odd about him, perhaps it was his beard, his look, or the fact that he was engaged in an intense conversation with no one else there. After a short glance at him, I started to open my locker when WHAM, he swung at my and bent my glasses.
I swore, and got out of there, fleeing probably being the most honorable response to an aggressive developmentally disabled person, especially since I'm no longer allowed to take them down. I went up to the front desk to complain, and they said his mom was around, who came over and profusely apologized, saying he doesn't like glasses. Well, gollywhompers, I suppose if I had a hook for a hand I can see that causing adverse reactions, but glasses, lots of people wear glasses.
Anyhow, I sat in a corner of the lobby with my glasses off, the staff checked on the dude, asked me if I was okay, and when the dude and his mom left he sort of apologized (I kept my glasses off, I didn't want him flying across the lobby at me). After he left, the staff said he had been coming there for years, and was a gentle guy, of course, I had been going there for years, too, and never had anyone smash my glasses before.
I'm still getting used to my new vision, since the lenses aren't quite in the same place they were before. Since the bridge is cracked, I'll probably get new ones, even with my vision care benefit I'd be out a few hundred $$$ (high indice plastic and cool frames add up).
When I got home, newspaper_girl was there, she stayed for stew and made cookies. Newspaper_dad picked her up late, he's in crunchtime, and often has to be available at 3:00 am for their offshore devs (I have my troubles with our offshore devs, but they don't need to contact us at 3:00 am). We also talked a little MtG, his sons are getting into, I should give them a few hundred commons I have. I suggested he talk with his younger cow-orkers, but he said he's the youngest, in his mid 40's. Whoa, I'm used to being older than many developers.
Speaking of work, it's been busy, way busy. I would be unsurprised to find myself in Nashville next week, if I don't end up the uppper midwest.
In the continuing infiltration of FB into our house, Mrs. Ha finally joined, as her three closest friends are avid FB'ers.
To deal with my allergies, I broke down and bought a Neti pot from Walgreens. For those who don't know what they are, it's a small plastic pot designed to irrigate your sinuses by going in one nostril, and out the other. It feels weird, but seems to work, though perhaps I should have run it by my doctor before trying it, since I have a history of ear problems.
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