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The Interrupted Fart
J: Sorry this post is late. It's been a
rough week, especially the last few days, so I'll do the easy, sloppy
bullet thing. BTW I forgot to
mention a couple weeks ago that Amethyst, who
is a professional masseuse, gave me a wonderful massage. Put me out
like a light. On to this week:
- Thursday - Big loss at poker that
night, I was eliminated first, and in very short order. I have to
remember not to play when I'm so tired.
- Friday - Gina went to DnA's to watch
Rocky Horror, while I stayed home with Booda. He's been in a lot of
pain lately; the happy pills don't seem to work every time. While home I
invented a neat origami CD envelope, which reminds me that I really
really need to fill my empty origami web pages. Later Gina
came back and drove us both to DnA's to watch a DVD of Tenacious D,
clearly the best rock and roll super duo ever. We also watched the
extra "for fans only" disk, with extremely lewd material which brought
many tears to my eyes from so much laughing.
- Saturday- Jenny came over with a
game for us called Loaded Questions. After going out to a new place
called the Pita Pit for a falafel lunch with Kory we returned home to
play Loaded Questions, then played a made-up-on-the-spot version of
Loaded Chicken (in the Exquisite
Chicken genre). After that we all went to Chef's Secret (Thai food)
for dinner, then returned home to watch Tenacious D again— yeah, still
funny. Still rockin'.
- Sunday- Birthday party for Rich at
Rizolda's. Lots of fun; included a show & tell session with about
30 presenters. I made a CD for Rich and put it in one of my origami
envelopes, showed it and told it. Gina showed and told about a neat
looking stick she found in the woods that day. Paul read from his
boyhood journal. Greg showed and read from a strange letter he found
from 1863. Greykell was there and Gina and I had great fun talking and
joking with her. While in between presentations, I told Greykell that
if I hadn't invented the CD holder I would have performed a stupid
human trick— the "Infinite Fart". Greykell enthusiastically asked me to
demonstrate so I did, circular breathing while making a continuous
farting noise out of my mouth. I hadn't gone more than five or six
seconds before a woman across the room yelled, "Hey! Stop that! Now!" I
was so taken aback that I did. Her tone and facial expression were very
hostile and she delivered her terse line with an "I'm the adult and
you will obey me" connotation. That was very strange and disturbing,
especially in a normally silly, happy party atmosphere. As the evening
wore on I became quite irked by her actions, and avoided her. How dare
anyone so rudely interrupt me while I politely perform the Infinite
Fart? I don't think I will invite her to any of my parties; she's no
fun. I have half a mind to make a (finite) "warning-fart" noise every
time I see her. She left Rizolda's refreshingly early. The rest of the
party was great, and Izolda makes fantastic food.
- Monday - Went with Kory to the
memorial service for Jack L. Chalker. It was titled "Jack L. Con I".
There were some badly read bible readings framing some very nice family
and friends' remembrances of Mr. Chalker and his love of
science-fiction writing and fandom. Dave's talk was excellent— he
showed us the human side of his father, with anecdotal samples of
different sides to his character, from the
wise-cracking entertainer to the gruff grumbler. Dave showed us
both the everyman and
the superman that often make up a good dad, and how he would miss
every unique
thing about the guy. That was my
favorite part of the service. After the service we attended a wake-like
reception, played one of Dave's new games and chatted with some of his
friends. The reception lasted fairly long into the evening, and
afterward Kory, Dave, Gavin, Laura, and I went to the
Blue Moon Cafe in Baltimore for a very late or very early meal. The
Blue Moon has amazing decor (dolls and mannequins everywhere) and the
food is good (includes lots of avocados), but the menu suffers from a
long list of diner rules on the first page, including no separate
checks and a $3 fine for splitting a meal between two people. There are
at least 25 other rules all beginning with "Please—" it reminded me of
the Soup Nazi episode of Seinfeld. I didn't get home until 3:00 AM and
didn't think I'd make it to work the next day, but I did.
- Tuesday - A really bad day for
Booda. Our hearts break to see him in this kind of pain. The doctors
are baffled; my best guess is that the surgeon cut a lot of nerves when
he took the tonsil out. Of course, Booda may still have the big C, but
there's no evidence it's back yet, and the doctor said it's not the
type that would give Booda ongoing pain like this.
- Wednesday - is a big sleepy blur. I
missed posting the news so it's a day off on the date above.
- Thursday - Gina called an oncology
vet hospital today to make an appointment for Booda.
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