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Meep!
There was no spoiler there. It was just weird seeing a vaguely sci-fi thing from Fry.
Meep! was not for spoiler. Meep! was for it's time and Ahemming may commence soon.
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Nope, Seska, arms are free to move. And it's not just my hand, it's the whole arm. I must be pinching a nerve somehow. I know I've got a misaligned vertebra, but it's lower down, so that couldn't be the problem.
What I did Friday night: rope corset, front; rope corset, back, rope gauntlet.
I think I saw that on Martha!
After recalibrating the Rock Band guitar twice, and then realizing that it was much easier if I thought of it as a bass rather than a guitar, I think I've finally gotten the hang of it. Also, discovered that Rock Band guitar messes up my left wrist in the exact same way that actual guitar does. I think that, if I'm going to be in pain, it should be from making actual music. So, sticking to the drums for now, which are way more fun anyway. (And which I'm much better at.)
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Ahh, OK. Sorry. Am a stressed out little Watcher-in-Training. Doctor Who helped though!
Zenkitty, that sounds very strange. Sorry that I have no further ideas. Trapped nerves can come from the oddest things, though - even sitting in a way that you're not used to.
Teppy, great corset!
We were going to go to a poetry reading tonight, but TCG's mouth is still hurting him and I have a massive headache. So, a quiet night at home instead.
There was an article about Fernet drinking in SF in our paper today that made me think of juliana. I half expected her to be mentioned somewhere in the article.
Turns out a little yoga eases the problem, so yeah. Probably a trapped nerve, and maybe I need a new desk chair. Better a pinched nerve than the world's slowest cardiac event, anyway.
I had bought what I thought was a pork roast, but it was "picnic sliced", so kind of like a bunch of large chops. I took one of them today, cubed it up. I trimmed the fat, then rendered it in a pot. I diced half an onion, a few cloves of garlic, a stalk of celery and half of a carrot, then added them to the rendered fat. I browned the cubed pork, then added about 1/2 a cup of wine and a cup of chicken stock. I threw in a bay leaf, then put it on to simmer for two hours. It made the most lovely ragu. I made papparadelle (if I'm going through the trouble of making a great sauce, it deserves fresh pasta). I added some butter to silken and thicken the sauce, then tossed it with papparadelle and parmesan.
fucking amazing, if I do say so myself.
Holy crap, that does sound amazing.