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The ninth episode of The Boondocks, entitled "The Return of the King", is a stunning alternate-history comedy. It was first aired on January 15, and will be rebroadcast twice this coming weekend on Cartoon Network (once on Saturday evening and again early Sunday morning). Best episode of the series so far, by far.
Jan. 18th, 2006
By the way, I hate being sick
Jan. 18th, 2006 04:01 amAnd I truly do wish it would stop now. I've had what I think is the worst cold of my life for the last six days--actually, given that the first indication I had that I was getting sick was waking up at 3 AM last Wednesday with my eyes crusted shut with goop, I guess I just celebrated the one-week anniversary about half an hour ago. Mild fever and hence only a moderate case of what I call "febrile thoughtjunk", not much in the way of muscle aches or chills, so it's clear that it was a cold rather than The Influence, but man, I have coughed up or snorted out more mucus in the past 168 hours than an entire convention of chain smokers waking up from a hangover.
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nellorat and I decided that "Smokey Lungmucus" sounded like an early Ren and Stimpy character.)
I actually had my worst case of febrile ideation this evening; I spent over an hour chasing ideas barely the far side of coherent in which the house, the universe, my body, and storytelling were all parts of elaborate three-dimensional jigsaw puzzles told in an Irish accent. Fascinating stuff, but not particularly fun to live through.
I missed three full days of work, the first time I've ever done that for anything short of surgery; my voice is strained; I'm not sleeping well, as indicated by the fact that I'm posting at 3:30 AM on a work night. And it scares the hell out of me that I thought I might have bacterial conjunctivitis--treatable, but highly contagious and possibly seriously damaging--and still couldn't manage to get a doctor's appointment in less than 48 hours. Good thing we don't have socialized medicine here in the USA or I might not have access to necessary health care with reasonable speed.
Well. My overnight dose of placebo*--err, cough medicine--is kicking in, and I suspect I can get back to sleep for the four hours remaining until I have to get up for work.
(* I'm very annoyed that just as my cold was beginning, a major article was published in Chest Journal indicating that over-the-counter cough medicines "don't really work", but the coverage was contradictory. From the mainstream press reports, it appears that the key medicines involved--antihistamines, expectorants, and cough suppressants--do actually "work" but the dosages in most OTC formulations are inadequate. But the actual article with, you know, FACTS isn't available anywhere online.)
(Early in the cold,
nellorat and I decided that "Smokey Lungmucus" sounded like an early Ren and Stimpy character.)I actually had my worst case of febrile ideation this evening; I spent over an hour chasing ideas barely the far side of coherent in which the house, the universe, my body, and storytelling were all parts of elaborate three-dimensional jigsaw puzzles told in an Irish accent. Fascinating stuff, but not particularly fun to live through.
I missed three full days of work, the first time I've ever done that for anything short of surgery; my voice is strained; I'm not sleeping well, as indicated by the fact that I'm posting at 3:30 AM on a work night. And it scares the hell out of me that I thought I might have bacterial conjunctivitis--treatable, but highly contagious and possibly seriously damaging--and still couldn't manage to get a doctor's appointment in less than 48 hours. Good thing we don't have socialized medicine here in the USA or I might not have access to necessary health care with reasonable speed.
Well. My overnight dose of placebo*--err, cough medicine--is kicking in, and I suspect I can get back to sleep for the four hours remaining until I have to get up for work.
(* I'm very annoyed that just as my cold was beginning, a major article was published in Chest Journal indicating that over-the-counter cough medicines "don't really work", but the coverage was contradictory. From the mainstream press reports, it appears that the key medicines involved--antihistamines, expectorants, and cough suppressants--do actually "work" but the dosages in most OTC formulations are inadequate. But the actual article with, you know, FACTS isn't available anywhere online.)