Innermost Thoughts
Mar. 31st, 2009 05:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robotech_masterThe other day, my Mom asked me why I never chronicle my innermost thoughts here anymore.
I thought about it, and have to admit it's probably because I use Twitter a lot more than I used to. Whenever I'm doing anything (or going somewhere with nothing else to do), I Tweet about it. I even send photos to Twitpic from my phone. My tweets are aggregated here every day at midnight, so they get archived with the rest of my stuff when I archive my LJ, and I like to pretend at least some of you bother to read them.
Life goes on, living down here with my parents. I've been up to Columbia once, last week, to check the progress of my leg. If you watched my Twitter or read my LJ Twitter posts, you probably heard about it. At the moment I'm in the process of trying to get physical therapy lined up, but it's made a little trickier by the fact that my insurance just lapsed and I haven't gotten the COBRA form sent in yet because I haven't yet gotten the counter checks from my Health Savings Account bank that I asked them to send me last week, grr.
Recently got ahold of and watched the Doc Savage: The Man of Bronze movie, which I had seen some time ago and enjoyed. I enjoyed it again, though it is useful to go into these things with lowered expectations. Highly campy, and very Sousaful. (It's interesting to note that Ron Ely managed to play both the people (Tarzan, Doc Savage) of whom Phillip José Farmer wrote fictitious biographies—and also, since he played an aging Superman in an Infinite Worlds episode of Superboy, he has played both the Man of Bronze and the Man of Steel.)
Been playing some of the Discworld audiobooks for my Dad on the way to and from Columbia. I've decided to concentrate on the City Guards series because it's my favorite. We've gotten through Guards! Guards! and are now most of the way through Men at Arms. I wonder how many we'll get through before I'm back in Springfield again.
Well, April Fools Day is almost upon us. As I just twittered, as far as I'm concerned all AFD net pranksters can die in a fire. I hate hate hate AFD on the net, because I invariably end up believing something I should know better than to.
I thought about it, and have to admit it's probably because I use Twitter a lot more than I used to. Whenever I'm doing anything (or going somewhere with nothing else to do), I Tweet about it. I even send photos to Twitpic from my phone. My tweets are aggregated here every day at midnight, so they get archived with the rest of my stuff when I archive my LJ, and I like to pretend at least some of you bother to read them.
Life goes on, living down here with my parents. I've been up to Columbia once, last week, to check the progress of my leg. If you watched my Twitter or read my LJ Twitter posts, you probably heard about it. At the moment I'm in the process of trying to get physical therapy lined up, but it's made a little trickier by the fact that my insurance just lapsed and I haven't gotten the COBRA form sent in yet because I haven't yet gotten the counter checks from my Health Savings Account bank that I asked them to send me last week, grr.
Recently got ahold of and watched the Doc Savage: The Man of Bronze movie, which I had seen some time ago and enjoyed. I enjoyed it again, though it is useful to go into these things with lowered expectations. Highly campy, and very Sousaful. (It's interesting to note that Ron Ely managed to play both the people (Tarzan, Doc Savage) of whom Phillip José Farmer wrote fictitious biographies—and also, since he played an aging Superman in an Infinite Worlds episode of Superboy, he has played both the Man of Bronze and the Man of Steel.)
Been playing some of the Discworld audiobooks for my Dad on the way to and from Columbia. I've decided to concentrate on the City Guards series because it's my favorite. We've gotten through Guards! Guards! and are now most of the way through Men at Arms. I wonder how many we'll get through before I'm back in Springfield again.
Well, April Fools Day is almost upon us. As I just twittered, as far as I'm concerned all AFD net pranksters can die in a fire. I hate hate hate AFD on the net, because I invariably end up believing something I should know better than to.
