Spidra, I'm far far away from NoCal in SE Florida. I always expect it to be warm when I go to CA, but then it gets cold at night and surprises me.

The first time I went to SF, it was August and I froze the entire time. I liked it, though.

I want to stay home tonight so badly. Argh. But no -- a good friend is having a celebration in triplicate (over illness, half birthday, and rabbinical school acceptance) and I need to go.

Did the FEMA people get new jobs helping Glark run the technical side of TwoP?

When the forums were down Thursday, Glark was running a program to convert old posts to the new board. It only got halfway done overnight, so he decided to put the forums back online Friday, rather than keeping them down for another day, and then finish the conversion Saturday morning. There was an announcement beforehand, but I do think he should post that stuff on the home page so that it's harder to miss.

I think I just watched Dubya's favorite movie of all time on TCM. It's called Gabriel Over the White House -- in it, a young brash President is elected, and begins his term planning to be a good Party man, when he gets into a car accident and goes into a coma. During his coma, he gets visited by the Angel Gabriel who either takes over his body, or just hangs around giving him advice (the special effects in 1933 were not sufficiently advanced to make this entirely clear). His first act is to fire his entire cabinet. His second is to "cut through the red tape" and declare martial law, which shuts down Congress. (The Supreme Court is conveniently never mentioned at all.) He creates a secret police who go around arresting subtextually gay gangsters and executing them in front of firing squads. Then he brings all the European leaders together on a yacht and demands that they repay their debts to alleviate the Depression, which they agree to do after being guilt-tripped about WWI. He then gets everyone to sign a treaty to the effect of "America's in charge, so we all have to play nice," and dies with the legacy of being the Greatest President Evar.

It's....amazing. Dubya must watch this movie every night before he goes to bed.

Second night of T-storms in a row here, third night in the last four. On-site reports of golfball- and baseball-sized hail about six miles south of me. Couple of tornado warnings within twenty miles that sound like they might be real instead of hyperbole.

Spring weather. Such fun.

And that's the end of the movie? There's no...moral that maybe declaring martial law might be bad? How chillling! "GOD wants us to be right!"

No, see, because declaring martial law allowed him to "cut through the red tape" and end poverty! Facism is just so much more efficient that way, you know?

According to IMDB, it was producedby William Randolph Hearst. Not terribly surprising. (More interesting is that the studio apparently deliberately held back its release until 1933, to avoid influencing the election. So the film came out about 2 months into FDR's presidency.)

I sprained my finger.

And kicked three guys in the nuts, so I count it a win.

Marvellously, miraculously, mysteriously, I haven't had a migraine all day.

I feel very floaty and cloudy and weird, but that's another win.

I'm not sure if this is the additional medicine, since it felt like something snapped in my brain yesterday, and I've been feeling this weightlessness since last night before I took the pill.

Pain free migraine, perhaps. But as long as the pain and the sandpaper and the nausea aren't there...a win.

I had other headaches, but they weren't migraines.

Did I mention I kicked three guys in the nuts?

And sprained my finger.

Sorry about the finger, but yay on the nuts!

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I don't think I've ever typed that sentence before.

And kicked three guys in the nuts, so I count it a win.

Marvellously, miraculously, mysteriously, I haven't had a migraine all day.

That's a hell of a perscription. Does insurance cover it?