Dude, you have flame shaped stuff in your eye! Cool!

Okay, no, not so much. But you have a diagnosis, and they have a plan.

I hope that you do get improvement. Much of it.

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But you have a diagnosis, and they have a plan.

When I read the "they have a plan" part, my first reaction was, "just like the Cylons."

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and [snip] gives good evil. Maybe she can [snip] and they can [snip]

Oh hells yeah, Frank! That would be fabulous Alias.

My personal bubble is highly contextual.

I just realized, while reading this, that mine is too. There is this hugely variable idea of what is okay with whom and when. It's not even the same with the same people even.

When I read the "they have a plan" part, my first reaction was, "just like the Cylons."

The Cylons are taking away your vision? We should go to war with them or something.

I just watched Jesse on tv. Fun! And, yeah, good shoes.

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Really? I was thinking of belts.

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my first reaction was, "just like the Cylons."

Yes, but that's your first reaction to everything.

Hooray for diagnosis, I guess.

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Yes, but that's your first reaction to everything.

No. Sometimes my first reaction is "hairless cats."

Speaking of which, thank you Sophia for the cute hairless kitty picture.

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Those were freaking awesome shoes (they let you keep the shoes, right, Jesse?).

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Aw, shit, tommyrot. I'm sorry it's not something better and easily fixable, but I'm so glad that there is finally, finally a proper diagnosis, and that they can now get to work on keeping it from getting any worse. But, shit.

Spidra, does your phone have a forward function? The single best advice I ever got from any help desk ever was the help desk guy who told me a few years ago that if I got a fax on my phone line, I could just forward it to my fax. And then call the number on the cover sheet and smilingly rip the idiot a new asshole. I felt like the world's biggest moron for never having thought of it before, but I got over it in a hurry, what with the vast relief.

ION, Fuck. My middle brother and I just had a brief hard talk; his wife moved out two weeks ago and he's not at all hopeful for them in the long run. How can she not see what a total mensch he is and want to do anything on earth to make it work? Intellectually I know that he likely bears his own share of responsibility for it all, and that she's probably in a lot of pain too, but unintellectually I just want to protect him and make his life perfect. Nobody gets to hurt my little brother, dammit.

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The Chicago Trib tv folks are totally fangeeks. They're the ones who name-checked Our Katie M. in an article on Stargate SG-1, and even put up a link to her Stargate primer.

Tommyrot, I'm really sorry--but at least you have a diagnosis! Yay for diagnosticians? (No matter how dilatory.)

I have so much to do on this crappy project! Argh! And have I done it? No!

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oh, ugh, JZ. I'm sorry.

In an odd confluence, I'm reading an article about Hogzilla while drinking a glass of 47-Pound Rooster Pinot Noir. (ETA: and trying to avoid eye contact with the 100-lb dog.)

Yeah, it's a rockin' Friday night.

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