October 18th, 2010

wombat

it's only a paper moon

Went to visit therevdrnye yesterday afternoon in the hospital and spent several hours there talking about music, SF and stuff like that. His O2 levels are up and CO2 levels down, apparently, since he's been moved out of the ICU up to the telemetry ward, and seems to be tracking pretty well. Considering he's subject to the vitals check every four hours, he's not getting big solid blocks of restful sleep, but then again the odds are pretty good that he's going to live through this. Life's full of trade-offs.

Headed down to Famous Dave's in Alexandria on Route 1 to cash in birthday coupon, ate a slab of (naked) ribs, went home with sampler platter. After doing stuff online, I was about to go to bed when P I.M.'d me and wanted to know if I wanted to do breakfast at the Paper Moon in Baltimore. Not having been there before, I said yes, and set 9 AM as the meetup time. Which would have worked fine if I'd gotten a decent night's sleep, but unfortunately my right leg woke me up at 0400 itching like the tortures of the damned, and wouldn't quiet down until I'd re-bandaged it and taken a couple of Benadryl. So I got about five hours of sleep in two chunks, got up and headed out on a cup of strong coffee. About two hours later, filled with rage at the state of Maryland, its drivers, the city of Baltimore, and humanity in general, I got to the Paper Moon. Breakfast followed, and while the havarti/avocado/bacon omelet was exceptional, the coffee tasted like ass. We therefore decamped to a coffee place near Baltimore's art college which had what I needed, after which P and her friend Page decamped to do bra shopping and I headed home in a semi-catatonic state.

Got home, vegged out, missed the small business class on account of leaving my phone in the bedroom with my pants, ate dinner and am typing this up before heading for an early bedtime, which I richly deserve. Tomorrow's going to be busy, and it makes me even more tired just thinking about it.
Diabeetus Chef

Today's hilarity from the LC thread

The Low Carb Megathread 2: Shut the fuck up about Ketostix! - The Something Awful Forums:
Frik posted:

"Something that's really bringing me down, however, is my father. I live with him while I'm going to school, and he won't stop telling me how dangerous this is. Last night was the worst as he brought me to tears telling me that I am poorly informed and know nothing about ketosis, that my kidneys are going to fail, I'm going to get stomach cancer, ulcers, and high cholesterol, and then proceeded to list everyone in our family that has ever had high cholesterol. My step-mother chimed in, saying I could easily follow a healthy diet instead. It baffles me because my father is double my size, and my step-mother is nearly the same size as me, and they eat sticky buns, cakes, cookies, chips, pizza, etc. Everything I say is invalid, because apparently WebMD.com is the keeper of all knowledge."

MomJeans420 replied:
"The trick is make sure to buy your father lots of carb and sugar heavy items now, like doughnuts. Then wait 10-20 years for him to get type II diabetes and have his feet amputated, and you can make him acknowledge that he guessed wrong on the diet question before you'll bring him his food, or help him go to the bathroom."

Frik:
"I like this advice a little too much. "
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