I loved my ice machine. As long as my knee was cold, it didn't hurt too badly. (The ice machine is a cooler full of ice with a pump that circulates cold water through a pad-thing strapped to your knee.) The only problem with it is that it goes through ice at an astonishing rate. I had to make several pitiful calls to friends, saying, "I know I said I had everything and I was fine, but could you please bring me a couple of bags of ice?"

It seems to me that I was only supposed to wear the foot-squishy thing for X hours a day and I could spread it out.

Can we call you the Riolegasus from now on.

You know what's fun? Having someone come into your house and vent their considerable spleen on you because they are really mad at soemone else? Did mention that this is someone I barely know? Do I look like a dump site?

my BIL had the ice machine when he broke both his heels but I know he didn't have the passive thing or the foot squishing thing- theywould not have help his heel bones stay in place.

I need an ice machine for my car. I was wondering how I'd pimp my ride -- that's what I'd have built into the seat.

I think I'm over Alias. I've been trying to finish watching the premiere for over a day now, and keep getting distracted.

LEGASUS is like the most funny product name I've come across since GLOMITTS (which, yes, are fingerless gloves with a mitten cover that folds back to expose your naked fingertips).

However, much sympathy about having to use the damn thing for 12 hours a day -- for that long! Is it possible that if you heal fast enough the doctor can let you out early for good behavior? I know they'll do that for casts, sometimes.

I took my new car out -- dropped the roommate off at her Saturday job, then went over to Whole Foods and Trader Joe's and stocked up on good food and some treats too. Which included a lovely baglet of small organic Mackintosh apples which are wonderful and crisp and like biting into autumn....

Also - met some one who is healing from have her entire spine fused. the good news - she can walk around. the bad news is the the extra 20 lbs of plastic armor with fake air holes she has to where every day for the next 12 months. It was a really primative looking device.

And the web site stuff in NUMB3RS? Maybe they overdumbed it down, but I have no idea what they're talking about.

I haven't watched TV since Wednesday night, so I am glad things kind of sucked. Makes catching up much easier.

My shiny new car:

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I promise to stop mentioning it now, or at least try to. It's just that I've never had a new car before. (And may not ever again.) And it has so many neat features.

I parked it next to a Ford Expedition, which is a hulking brute of an SUV, and now I don't feel at all too bad at the size of my new car. Which is rated for 30 MPG on the highway, so I'm going to work hard on the fallacy that it's just an extra-tall station wagon.

Thank you, Nilly!!

I saw Laura! And Laura's entire family! Which was totally fun. And awesome.

My cruise was interesting, often incredibly cheesy and gay, which was awesome, and other times incredibly boring and slightly irritating. Unless you like Bingo, need to learn how to work your digital camera (every hour on the hour), or are a cigar aficionado, there are just hours and hours where there is nothing for you to do, except watch Herbie: Fully Loaded in any language but English in your stateroom. I watched it in Swedish, which was fun. Also, even though we went to the Bahamas, Cococay, and Key West, at no point were we able to go into the ocean, it rained every single day, and the pools were icky since there were so many people in such small little things, that there were tons of gross things floating - like band-aids, hair clumps, and dead bugs. Just icky. So, some fun stuff, like going to Atlantis, watching gay guys pretend to be into girls in cheesy stage shows like "The Beat Goes On," watching Kareoke, and watching adults go crazy to win a scavenger hunt where the prize was a bunch of key chains-- that was all good. The minimal sun, complete lack of swimming, forced early wake ups, and frequent lack of things to do-- much less fun.