So what did people do this weekend?

Friday my neighor burned her face while trying to light her grill, so that was some bad drama. Oy.

Saturday I went to the Belmont-Sheffield Music Festival to see a band called Mike & Joe, and got very hot and sweaty. Then I stopped at Borders to find it was a magic Borders, because it had all the volumes of manga I wanted as well as all of Jim Butcher's Dresden Files books. Watched the last two episodes of Doctor Who and then Layer Cake.

Apparently I spent most of Sunday dinking around with iTunes. I'm not sure how that happened.

Guys, I'm pretty sure I'm dying. See, it all started on Saturday, when my wrist hurt-- mysteriously. It only got worse on Sunday. Also mysteriously. Then, my wrist was better today-- extremely mysteriously! But my middle finger is going numb. I'm dying, right? Of digital cancer?

bon bon, my first instinct ran to "carpal tunnel." But I do that with anyone who uses computers a lot and has any problems below the elbow.

Numb fingers definitely sounds carpal tunnelish to me.

Carpal tunnel was my first thought too, bon bon.

You reminded me -- I have a bump on my scalp that hurts, especially when I touch it. I think I might have skull cancer.

eta:

Friday my neighor burned her face while trying to light her grill, so that was some bad drama. Oy.

Oy indeed. Is she okay?

Oh, I keep meaning to ask. Do the Dresden books follow the plots of the series episodes? Or, you know, other way 'round obviously. I want to pick up the books but am I going to recognize the plotlines?

Also, yeouch to face burning. Not too badly, I hope?

Saturday I went to the ER and Sunday I tried (pretty successfully, all told) not to get out of bed.

Bon, I've got an appointment for which my PCP's referral read "hand lesion." I'll tell you how that went, and you can use that information in your self-diagnosis. It's irritatingly getting worse.

Before my TiVo drove me insane this weekend, I watched a few episodes of The Riches. Tried to like it, I really did, but the scene where Doug went into the office, prepped to con his new co-workers, except not really prepped at all, and does a completely flaccid improv job turned me off. If I'm supposed to believe he's any good at the con, the writers need to tell me he's improvising without writing the rest of his audience as stupid. And if he's not, it makes the show pretty much them tipping from near discovery to near discovery (I think I was 4 eps in) which was not my idea of fun.

Vaguely relatedly, my sister says that she has no interest in the Ocean's movies because everyone's so durn pretty, and it looks like a big old clique.

For a while there it was like talking to an alien, but I think I kinda got my point across--that I don't call it a clique if all the viewers are invited, and that the slick con genre benefits from the pretty.

Since we're all so shallow.

She still won't see any of them, though.

I spent the weekend changing Fela's sinus surgery dressing 3 times an hour, watching Buffy with him, seeing Shrek 3 with him (a world of meh) and then doing laundry and dishes Sunday.

Mine is a wild, wild life.

24: He played the lover of the character played by Keri (Kari?) Matchett and he wasn't in the finale. He was a Russian spy who was using Matchett for her connection to the Vice President. (She was the Veep's aide and lover.)