Got my results today. Lump harmless.
Also, VitD and other blood-test results "normal".
Before I went in, I had every intention of asking for a copy of the results, so I could analyse the data myself. All that went out the window the minute I started talking to the doctor.
To be honest, I find it baffling that I've managed to live as long as I have, and still haven't mastered thinking and talking at the same time. It's like conversation is so taxing on my brain that it cuts off the juice to everything else. "Want to have a yarn do you luv? Well you'll just have to do without your memory or critical thinking skills until your done. It's not a bloody power-station in here, ya know."
Needless to say, I am quite disappointed with myself.
But the news is still great. So overall, I'd say I'm way out in front.
Also, my local supermarket looks like a haunted house exploded inside it. I'm not a fan of this country's appropriation of Halloween, but I'm slowly growing to accept that it's probably here to stay. What are you lot doing for "the spooky season"? Part of me wants to get a Guy Fawkes mask and start a bonfire down the local park. Don't they carve turnips where you are Squib?
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Also, ever since this happened, my dad has taken to referencing Abbott as "old shit face".
Call me simple, but I can't see how I will ever stop finding this funny.
Firstly, good about the results. Secondly, you can ring doc and get them to mail you hard copy of results. Third: Halloween. We don't do a fucken thing. Stoopid American thing.
Hey in the paper today was a really good article, by Salman Rushdie, on shifts in language and how it can be used politically... I will try to find link and link here. It's kind of relevant to what we were talking about in another stream about the meaning of words.
have a good weekend. I myself am so fucking happy it's Saturday. It's been a long hard week (busy with teaching - all good; also P finished school; also ending 4 weeks of mild agony waiting to hear re publishers. One, apparently, the one I would really like to work with told my agent she started reading during the last week, so... will be a little longer. LET'S HOPE SHE LIKES IT.)
Don't they carve turnips where you are Squib?
Erm, not that I know of. The only difference I've noticed is that when children trick or treat here, they are expected to earn their *sweeties by telling a joke or singing a song or something
I'm a Halloween convert, probably mentioned this before. After being all whiny for years about it being American, I suddenly realised that, like a lot of other American things eg Walt Whitman and The White Stripes, it is actually great. Firstly, it's not religious. Secondly, kids love it. I think they love it more than any other event. Thirdly, it's a way of getting out into the local community, knocking on the doors of people you would never normally have anything to do with; finding out who is miserable and mean and who is nice
I'm sewing a bat costume for LittleSquib. Not just any bat but the kind we have living in our roof because I like to get things right
Good news re: the all clear. Speaking of which, something that gets on my nerves. Not sure if it's a word crime, it's more the personification of cancer. All these commercials about 'standing up' to cancer 'we're coming to get you, cancer' and so on. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWJEmMDQXoA It seems a bit demented, not to mention fucking stupid
*oh and lollies are called sweeties
As always, my hopes are with you on your publishing ventures Melbs.
Any luck with the Rushdie article? I had a quick look, but the only recent thing I found was a speech he made at some literary prize ceremony.
Big news on P finishing school. Is she going off to uni/college straight away, or does she have other plans? I suppose she doesn't really have to "go off", does she? That was always the thing about tertiary education when I was that age, you had to move to the city, find accommodation, etc. It was quite an undertaking. Probably not such a big headache when you already live in a place like Melbourne.
Squib, I was sure I once read that the American pumpkin carving tradition grew out of the Scottish turnip carving tradition. Maybe that was bullshit.
Firstly, it's not religious.
If we could get rid of mass and the nativity, we could just about say that about Chrissy and Easter as well. It was something Cracker Night had going for it too.
I'm sewing a bat costume for LittleSquib. Not just any bat but the kind we have living in our roof because I like to get things right
You haven't tried to catch one to study it, have you? It's okay to be particular, but you shouldn't risk your health over it.
oh and lollies are called sweeties
I'll take sweeties over candy any day of the week.
Having thought about it, I think you're right on the cancer thing, even though I do it myself. I remember once saying on here that I wanted to punch cancer in the face. It's true, I still do. It's such a cunt of a thing, I can see why people would wish it had a physical form that they could literally fight against.
Also, it might have something to do with the fact that I was brought up using gender specific pronouns for inanimate objects. "Hey matey, that fire, she's gettin' a bit low 'ey. See that bit'a wood over there? Yeah, the big fella. Better chuck him on, 'ey?" Dunno how much something like that contributes.
More generally on the cancer thing, I've heard a bit in recent years about "pink-washing". The idea of corporations boosting their image by associating themselves with cancer research/treatment, even if they only donate a pittance, or nothing at all, or if they have manufacturing processes or make products that give people cancer. I've also heard about people with terminal cancer being "pushed out", because they are depressing and yucky, and you raise more money when you focus on the inspiring stories of "martyrs" and "survivors".
Catching bats is illegal but if I did catch a bat, say if one was inside my house hanging on the curtain, then I would have caught it (very gently) wearing gloves and kept it in a dark box with a small water supply and a towel and only released it at nightfall
That sounds like a fine and kindly way to get a bat out of your house, Squib. Of course, my next question is, how does a bat get into your house in the first place? Do your windows not have screens? Do you even have your windows open at this time of year?
... erm, hypothetically.
Could be that during new window installation, plaster was broken/missing around window and bat that normally hung out in wall cavity found its way into house
I see. I can't imagine having broken plaster around the windows is going to do much for keeping the heat in over winter. Also, it occurs to me that ceiling and wall cavities full of bats probably also means ceiling and wall cavities full of bat shit. Does the smell not get in the house?
Not that I've noticed. They are really tiny bats anyway
Mice, geckos, and frogs are tiny too, but they still manage to shit everywhere.
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