God help us, we're in the hands of the engineers.

All my VividCon stuff is uploaded. Hopefully to specs.
I'm fashed. And whiny that i can't take advantage of the last-minute cancellations. Gotta get the kiddos off to school.

Mudd is watching A Clockwork Orange. Scares me that I can recite about 90% of the dialogue, and hum most of the music. Anything that sets a triple-speed menage a trois to "The William Tell Overture" classifies as comedy. This is interesting. I've just realized I've seen Aubrey Morrison in 3 things lately: this, the Wicker Man and Hitchhiker's Guide. I had to go wibble over the adorableness that is Ford Prefect. (He wubs his Arthur) And this is weird: Dave Prowse is in two of those three as well.

Bunny managed lose the next chunk of my Spock/McCoy.
So, i have to reconstruct it. Bummer.

And there will be a Blazing Saddles vid as soon as I get source.
I had a cute idea for one.

I feel like such a hypochondriac

I had the mammogram today. They couldn't find anything.

I checked while lying on the ultrasound table. I couldn't find anything.
It was there Wed! Dr. Thomas felt it. She had to, in order to refer me.

So, aside from some wasted time (I crocheted, and the heart afghan is turning out cute) I'm OK.

Not as dreadful as I'd been led to expect. At least the first one. The second, where they used the petri-dish-sized vise was pretty uncomfortable.

So, back in 4 years, when I turn 40.


Nice couple hours with my husband. Even if we did talk money woes.

The library is empty tonight.

(no subject)

No Pity. No Shame. No Silence.

I've always been a huge embarassment to my family, because I would talk about that which was kept hidden. I didn't pretend my uncle was "living in Springfield." I said flat-out "He's incarcerated in the place for the Criminally Insane. And he'll never see daylight again. Good thing too. That way my kids won't be proficient at fellatio before they can write their names, like I was."