Mom spent the last week with us, which was very very nice.
She makes a periodic tour of her childrens' houses every now and again, spending a week here, a week there. There are three of us in Minnesota, and one on the Minnesota/South Dakota border. So she spends a good month away from home, being catered to. She likes that.
We like it too. Since we were all so well taken care of by her, we love to return the favor. She gets a kick out of us all cooking for her.
Mom refers to Kerry as "The Ketchup King". Did I mention how much I love her?
Le Bleat c'est ne pas Chav, d'accord?
Incidentally, all the new updates for the rest of the year will be 70s themed.Hmm. I wonder why.
Yay! It returns!
Back to the Dermatologist today. It was time for the removal of the rest of the mole, as previously documented on this website.
As a cloud of techs, nurses and interns surrounded me, Dr. Lee took a razor blade and literally shaved the mole remnants off. I thought he was scrubbing the area. Then he said, "look, there's a cauterizer!" and went behind me. A buzzing, arching sound ensued, along with puffs of nasty smoke. Yep, I smelled my own flesh burning.
Hours later, I still get whiffs of it.
Grossed out yet?
After he was done, a nurse started to bandage me up. And then had to lay me down, because I went all woozy and fainty. There's something about having my flesh scraped and singed that makes me go light-headed. She got me stable, and finished the bandaging.
Fred came and picked me up, and whisked me home. I've spent the rest of the evening on the couch, sleeping in front of the television.
Better now, but I'm taking tomorrow off.
Review of Team America: World Police.
Three out of four Stars.
Excellent effects, straightforward (though silly) story, excellent use of whiny celebrities. Movie completely stolen by Kim Jong Il. ("Hans Brix? Not again!")
Marionette sex was hilarious. Songs were amusing. Voice acting typical for a Trey Parker/Matt Stone production. (Most voices by Trey Parker and Matt Stone.)
A slow beginning, and not as many jokes as I would have expected, though there were plenty. There are a surprising number of geek jokes that flew right over the tops of most of the audiences' heads. I suspect that 95 percent of the general public will completely miss the joke song in the bar in Cairo.
Liberal use of the word "fuck". Liberal use of the word "cock". Liberal use of the words "dick", "pussy", "asshole" and "fag". (Excuse me. That should be "F.A.G.") Liberal amounts of oral sex references. Liberal amounts of making sly fun of how lousy marionettes are at moving. Liberal explosions. Liberal jokes about Koreans and Muslims. Liberal laughter. Liberal ass-kicking of whiny celebrities.
I've changed my mind. Three and a half out of four Stars. Not as good as South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut, but pretty damned close.
Sean Penn, you are such a tool. "America, Fuck Yeah!"
Back from our trip to Knoebels Amusement Park. Had a great time, despite the colds that we both contracted. Central Pennsylvania is beautiful, especially this time of year. The weather was perfect, the friends were bountiful, and the bumper cars were bumping.
I feel good. I feel so good that I am compelled to say the following.
John Kerry is a slack-jawed liar, and an egotistical creep.
There. That's out of the way. I feel better. Don't you?
I'm listening to Fischerspooner, courtesy of the Minneapolis Public Library. I like it, though it's definitely not what I would call radio friendly. It's like a fusion of Kraftwerk and Gary Numan.
Fred was less impressed.
The trees have all been mopped up. I made my last run this morning. The yard awaits Fred's ministrations with the mower. The sun is shining. Everything is damp after last night's frost. The nasturtiums look a little disheveled because of it.
We have pirate costumes to put together for next weekend. I also want to find a rolling garment bag for Fred, as his non-rolling one is a bitch to lug through airports. I found one at Target this morning, but it was bright red and just looked too girly. There's gay, and then there's GAY. We're manly men, after all.
Stop laughing.
Enough of this chit chat. Off to the store.