Author: Heather Meadows

Grossman! Fries!

Via Merujo.

After unwinding with some Detective Conan, I snuggled into the couch with Sean, and we just talked and flirted for awhile. He talked about the new game and what a good job Sam’s doing organizing it. I told him about my day and complained about a few things and he weighed in. We held hands.

“There’s some rain coming, and a cold front moving in, so lots of schools have already canceled or delayed,” I told him.

“So we can expect some sleet, eh?”

“Actually, the chances of it hitting our area are like, zero.”

“Zero, huh? So tomorrow when there’s icicles all over everything and the roads are frozen, I’ll come back to you and say, ‘Zero’.”

“That would be awesome! If that happened, I wouldn’t even care that I was wrong.”

“That,” Sean said, “is what’s wrong with you.”

I responded innocently, “Is that all?”

Oh no! There’s a chill in the air!

Cancel school tomorrow!!

From Smallville 6.11, “Justice”:

Green Arrow and Cyborg are the only ones with decent costumes. Aquaman’s needs to ramp up a little, and Impulse (Flash) seems to just be wearing a hoodie. (And I don’t think those hoods he and Arrow wear are very conducive to peripheral vision.)

But still. Badass!

I know the rumors are that Clark will never fly or wear the suit in this show, but I hope they’re disinformation. Because it really needs to happen. Right now the excuse he gives for not joining Arrow’s team to stop Lex is that he needs to stop the rest of the Zoners. That’s all well and good…but what happens after that? Is he really going to go up against Lex as himself, with no disguise?

(If he does end up wearing the costume, will he start wearing glasses as Clark? And how in the world will Lex not recognize him? Maybe he will…that could be an interesting twist.)

When I said I was “built Ford tough”, I was referring to the fact that I can generally “handle” anything. Going back and rereading that questionnaire in the past couple of years, I’ve scoffed at myself for thinking I was strong.

But I am strong in one way, and that’s health-wise. Despite being obese (I’d like to call myself overweight, but that would unfortunately be inaccurate), I am able to function for the vast majority of any given year.

There are many people who get sick easily, or have terrible allergies or migraines or periods. I’m not one of them. When I have periods I have cramps, but they’re mild enough to think of as “annoying”. I’ve had a migraine occasionally, but they seem to only arise when I take in too much caffeine, so they’re easy enough to avoid. Since moving to Augusta, I have had to deal with allergies, but it’s only been crippling once or twice, and since then I’ve adjusted.

When I’m sick, it’s rarely enough to put me out of commission. I won’t be happy about it, but I’ll still be able to work.

Monday was one of the few exceptions–I went home after lunch feeling horribly nauseated. As I was a bit run down when I woke up yesterday, I thought to call in, but ultimately I went to work and felt better and better as the day progressed.

Today I feel perfectly fine, with just a little nasal congestion to remind me that I was sick.

Then there was that whole cancer thing. I can give the doctors credit for kicking it out of my system after six months. But it never came back. And I never had graft vs. host disease.

And now, even after being annihilated by chemotherapy, my ovaries are still trying to function.

So I suppose that in a way, that questionnaire response wasn’t a self-delusion.

Sean had me Netflix Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas for him. As soon as I brought it home from the mailbox, he pulled it up on his laptop.

Afterwards he handed me the disc and said, “Very good movie. I might watch it again here in a bit.”

“Unfortunately, I’ve never used drugs, so I don’t know if those scenes were accurate,” he went on. “But I love his voice…his writing style.”

I finished watching a supremely enjoyable episode of Detective Conan, and then I looked the infamous Mr. Thompson up on Wikipedia. I found out who he was two years ago, and I really had no inclination to research him further, but Sean’s interest piqued my interest. Plus, I wanted to “prove” that Thompson did in fact die with his grandchild in the house and his wife on the phone.

Now I just feel tired.

My husband is a very intelligent man, and I don’t doubt that Thompson’s writing is interesting and funny. But I still balk at the idea of glorifying a man who lived and died the way he did.

I’ve never read a word the man wrote. Part of me feels like I should. Part of me really doesn’t want to, feels that doing so would violate my core beliefs. And then the first part comes back and says, well, isn’t life about paradigm shifts, learning, growing, accepting, changing, and coming back to yourself to find your core evolved and reaffirmed?

I don’t know why the quest for knowledge can be so tiresome. But this isn’t new. I’ve always found the idea of pursuing knowledge I don’t want to care about tedious. Is this the point where the enlightened soul pushes on? What happens to the person who just closes the book?

I’ve been trying to design a few things in the past few days, to no avail. Everything looks like crap.

Maybe it’s because I’m (still) sick. But whatever it is, it needs to go away. I don’t need the self esteem hit.

When I first got my phone, I changed the “Greeting”, which is the first line of text on the LCD screen, to “Hi Heather!” It stayed like that for some time, until one day I decided to change it to “Kyou Kara Maou!”

This morning, in a haze of I-don’t-want-to-get-up, I changed it again.

My phone now greets me with “Wakatta zo!”

This is one of the things Conan says when he’s figured out a case. I considered the other main phrase, “Yometa zo!”, but ultimately I decided to stick with a usage that people might recognize.

Too bad my phone can’t do Japanese characters!