Finally...

I finally got stabbed! After 3 unsuccessful attempts last week I have my first of 4 total shots for Twinrix. Let me explain...no there is too much. Let me sum up:

When I was 1 I had a reaction to a measles vaccine and they thought I was allergic to nyomicen, one of its components. So for the past 25 years I have told doctors that I have this allergy. Fortunately, they don't use it in anything anymore so I've been fine. Or so I thought. Of course, the Twinrix vaccine has traces of the stuff in it. Thus, I spent many hours waiting for appointments to test for an allergy to the vaccine only to find out that I'm not allergic at all. All my life I've lived in abject fear for nothing?! Okay, not quite. At any rate I am well on my way to hepatitis pretectivity and one step closer to China.

And it's almost time for motorcycles again!!!

Muttart

What could be more fun than doing your taxes on your birthday? But they needed to be done and the time was there so... Luckily they were quick and the return will help nicely with the upcoming trip to China.

Yes, the actual birthday was mostly running around, what with my actual celebration being on Thursday. My family came up on Sunday and we went to the Muttart Conservatory. It's weird how when you live in a city you don't go to the attractions for which that city is noted. Anyway, the pics are freshly loaded to my flickr (I know they've been few and far between, but I hope to change that).

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

Spoken in 12 year old school who has just won entry into the Little Miss Sunshine Pageant. I can't believe it! The most amazing thing in the world has occurred and I have lived to tell of its glory. I mean this is so life-alteringly bodacious (tangent: did you know that bodacious isn't a word that Blogger recognizes and suggests 'bodices' as the only possible alternative...who knew?!), so Earth-shakingly triumphant, so back-stabbingly malignant that I can hardly contain my malfeasance!...

...That's right! They have come out with CURRY POTATO CHIPS!!!

I reiterate - Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

One Year Older And Closer To Death

Soon to be upon us is the one time of year when everyone pretends to be Irish just for the perks - namely the green beer and the pinching. For me, of course, it is also a reminder that I am dying. Yes, the doctors give me only another 50-60 years, barring any unforeseen occurrences. I know it's tragic, but I have comes to terms with it.

Thinking about birthdays is a funny thing. When you're young it's all about the presents or the party. Kids lose sleep over what they're going to get or whose going to be at their bash. When you're older you just hope that you have some really good friends and loved ones to spend some time with. When you're even older you just hope that people remember your birthday at all (or remember to forget depending on your surliness quotient). When you're older than that you just hope that you remember your own birthday. And when you're really, really old you just hope that All Bran doesn't ever go out of style or that they would at least make it into a liquid version (mmmmmmm.....).

Note To Self...

...here 'self' refers not only to myself, but in fact to every other self out there (even as you read this in you own head you can apply the 'my' to yourself, which introduces the complication of figuring out who this 'yourself' person is - if 'my' is now you then does 'you' become me?)

At any rate you can, in confidence, add pre-fermented beer to the list of things that are not pleasant when burned on a stove (and I suspect you could also add the post-fermented variety as well, but you may want to do some studies of your own first).