rrr!

Sleep! So good! So happy! Okay, so it essentially erased my Sunday, but still, in return for being fully charged and ready to face a week of holiday-fueled oddness, I think it's a good deal. And I can have coffee later. Excellent. Any excuse for more coffee....

The "Galactica" mini has bugged me. There's a tad too much exposition (and I almost typed "exhibition," which'd be another valid criticism). Fleets wiped out, planets annihilated, and yet so much is related through chatter. I remember thinking during "Return of the King" how we'd finally reached a cinematic level where we no longer said "this simply cannot be filmed" -- but I guess that still applies to made-for-TV minis.

Also, enough already of the CGI shots where the virtual camera "notices" something and rack-zooms on it. It was distracting in "Attack of the Clones," and now it's just annoying. I'm sure someone thinks it adds realism. It does not.

And one of my four year-end projects is pretty much done. "Pretty much" not being quite adequate to moving on, but there is something of a moral boost from phrasing it that way.

Dead men can't shoot

Today's turning into an unmitigated disaster already. The good news is that I got a lot of holiday-related toiling done. The bad news is that my last "day off" is turning quickly into a more exhausting day than a workday. Grr. But the kids are sitting contentedly on one foot (each), peaceful and even angelic. So that's good.

But more to the point, find the ten errors in the Toronto Star. Amusing. Fun.

And today I weep (metaphorically) for John Carney, longtime Chargers kicker, now with New Orleans. For now. Following his team's dramatic last-second touchdown to bring the Saints within one point of tying with no time left on the clock, Carney missed the extra point. He's tried 408 extra points, made 403 of them. Please don't run him out of town for this. C'mon. For the love of Bobby Ross.

Five good things about me

I am not currently on fire.
I emit carbon dioxide, which is needed by plants to survive.

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Hrm. More when they occur to me.

rrrrgh

About a year ago -- just after Christmas, in fact -- the company that supplies vending machines to my workplace had Free Coffee Day (free as in "don't pay," not free as in "liberate"). The coffee machine would spit out coffee, cocoa, or chicken soup (yeah, I never did try that) for free. And, let's be honest, that's the most wonderful time of the year right there. So I drank a lot of coffee. Nine cups in all. I was getting an EKG done later that day to see if my heart was still going woogy.

Punchline: the EKG went absolutely fine. Not a hiccup. I was trying to explain how much trouble the ol'ticker'd been giving me, but maybe it was the fact that I was only making squirrel-sounds instead of actually talking that caused them to ignore me....

Punchline the second: Seven hours after the EKG I couldn't stop shaking, and neither could my heart. Ended up in the emergency room -- again -- though they'd remodelled since I'd been there. Wasn't much they could do except take another EKG -- this one looking like today's California seismographs -- and sent it to my electrocardiologist with, I like to imagine, a giant message scrawled on a Post-it Note saying "SEE?"

I bring that up 'cause today I feel much like I did that day. Tired, but restless. Cardiac muscle all a-bouncy. Hard to think, form coherent sentences, contemplate large things. Of course, it's hard for people to distinguish days like this from my "normalcy." Oooh, and getting all deja vuey too. Maybe I'm just losing the capacity to be bound by rational bounds of space-time. Like I ever had it to begin with. At least I'm not jumpy and screaming at people for no reason. Yet.

And I still feel like I can feel someone or something familiar moving just beyond the shadow of my perception. Either I'm paranoid -- moreso than usual -- or this week's going to suck.