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.)

She didn't burn her face too badly, but she did have to go to the ER for some nose-bandaging and painkillers.

It does sound like carpal tunnel, doesn't it? I used to get easily-identifiable tightness in my wrists, which led me to get a keyboard below my elbows, so I thought that was pretty much taken care of. Also, waking up with it on a Saturday is weird. But I'll nevertheless try to avoid typing... uh-oh.

Thanks, sumi! I watched the final 5 in one go last night, so they are kind of a big blur; I just knew I spotted his name and then promptly forgot to keep an eye out for him.

At 4:19am this morning someone on my Facebook list posted about the death of their sister. Apparently this has stopped anyone else on my Facebook list from doing anything on the system at all. Which is really weirding me out.

()&#$!@#@!@

So far, I've sent the SAME INFORMATION three times to the account manager, and he keep coming back asking for it again.

Dude. I login. Error message appears. I switch directories. I try to execute a script. Same error message appears.

You've been screwing with the account. I've sent you the entire 7 lines of input and output 3 times. I really don't know how to explain any more clearly short of starting with "I placed my left ring finger on the 's' key. I pressed twice. Then I put my left index finger on the 'h' key and pressed once..."

Sara, can you attach huge step by step print screens? Sometimes a picture is ... well, sometimes it stops them from asking.