January 6th, 2006

little review

Poem for Friday

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Despite having a very early Thursday morning due to husband's very early meeting, I had a nice therapeutic day. Went to the gastroenterologist, who told me that I could eat Indian food as long as I didn't overdo it. Called my husband on the way out of the office, told him I was picking him up and took him to India Bistro. Have been told to taper off the Nexium, because sometimes if you stop taking it cold turkey you can have reflux symptoms, so I still have to take a pill every other day and then every third day and I am not supposed to have Mexican for lunch and Thai for dinner, but I can eat my favorite things in small doses and have my usual miniscule amount of alcohol on rare occasions and drink iced tea without worrying about whether it's decaf and my voice is pretty much back to normal today, so yay!

Unfortunately perkypaduan is in the hospital with pneumonia and I didn't get her on the phone -- hopefully she will be out by the weekend! I shall bring her eucalyptus beads (which incidentally are very helpful for sinus headaches) and maybe some smut. I still can't quite deal with the real world, so instead of reading the major news headlines I read about how mooning is now legal in Maryland (see MSNBC for details), how Jon Stewart is hosting the Oscars this year because he is whiter less irreverent than Chris Rock (again MSNBC), and all the stuff I needed to know for TrekToday, like the fact that Patrick Stewart continues to have a high opinion of himself -- maybe because he gets a request for an interview every three seconds -- no one I know won the Strange New Worlds mediocrity competition this year and the executive producers of Star Trek: New Voyages are getting divorced going their separate ways.

Hmm, that last was quite snarky. *looks at bitter fic output for the afternoon* I guess fandom is still not lighting up my life, though while ficcing this afternoon, ldybastet and I had more fun with The Internet Anagram Server than may be legal and wrote something totally hot and without literary merit.

I had a nice evening watching Quest For Dragons on PBS, which is a nice mix of dinosaur and fossil history that might conceivably be connected to dragon lore and actual dragon folktales and art around the world. Younger son is obsessed with dragons so I appreciated the attempt to bring some science in, even if it was a stretch. There were some nice CGI dragons shown during the transitions and many lovely English dragons that we saw last spring, like the gargoyle-dragons on York Minster and the dragons that mark the boundary between London and Westminster by the Thames (we saw them on the boat from Greenwich at sunset, so sorry about the blur):

And after that we watched "The Changeling" so I can review it. It's really one of Shatner's finer episodes -- I find it so amusing that Kirk keeps referring to himself as Nomad's mother rather than his father, and does the "my son the doctor" routine at the end, and then there's that whole lovely long sequence where he is holding Spock while Spock recovers from the mind meld! Mmmmm! Friday I must write this up around schlepping, as younger son has the orthodontist appointment that had to be postponed when he needed stitches right near his mouth. Let us hope he has not managed to pull any brackets loose in the interim.