DAY OF THE INANIMATE OBJECTS
Mar. 26th, 2007 11:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fr_defenestratoThis weekend in brief but not in briefs:
Bailed on a previously agreed-to Baltimore excursion Friday night to hang out with my boyz MattE and Schak and to see All Mighty Senators at the 8x10 Club (great band, great venue, great friends = sad me, but I really could not have managed it AND still gotten up at 4:20 [sic] a.m. to make breakfast for the Cheese Lords). Started with my own recipe for raisin bran bread, substituting a banana-nut cereal and cutting some of the sugar... it came out very well. Also made cheese blintzes, spanikopita, hot pepper tapenade (to go with bought bagels and cream cheese and whitefish salad), and thrice-barfed eggs. So I did most of the cooking in my own kitchen and piled stuff into my grocery cart and wheeled it the 4 or 5 blocks to Stately Cheeselord Manor, where I baked the spanikopita and fried the blintzes. Oh, and I also brought champagne and OJ for mimosas. It all went over very well and ensured we started rehearsal late.
Got back home with the dishes in my cart and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maestro_live was in my place moving, from one corner of my office (formerly my bedroom) to another the closet that he constructed there several years ago. I helped as much as I could. The result is really great: a better use of the room's space all around. Took a good long nap in the evening, then headed out with maestro and Fabian to the Green Lantern for underwear night (but in a wrestling singlet, not proper underwear). Was chagrined to find a drag show with spotlight and tacky banter and quite simply enormous men in women's clothes bullying underwear night almost out of existence. But after the queens did their extremely annoying thing and they shut the spotlight down those of us who were skimpily clad still had time to frolic a spell. For one, uh, suitor of mine, "frolicking" entailed repeatedly pulling my singlet down to my knees—fine with me, really, but not, potentially, for DC law enforcement, so I kept pulling it back up.
Headed back to my place where I made the boys some late night snackage. Woke up late Sunday to discover it was DAY OF THE INANIMATE OBJECTS: my cell phone was (and is) inexplicable non-functional... overnight it had lost its ability to "boot," getting stuck on a Motorola boot screen and hanging there forever. Then, even better: heading from my back deck in my back door, I stepped down heavily onto the concrete—and onto a 200-year-old rusty nail that seems to have been sticking straight up (I blame the cats, who must have left it there on purpose) and so ended up sticking straight out of my right heel. This was screamworthy. So very nasty, too: an initial attempt to pull the nail out of my foot met with enough resistance to convince me I really needed to sit down and think about it a moment, lest I pass out. I sat, worked up some mighty courage, and yanked. More screamworthiness. The nail had gone into and through the callused part of my heel about 3/4 of an inch, and nearly came out the back end of my foot (the deepest part of where it was embedded can be seen nearly an inch from the entry site.
I bled on the floor a while and then flooded the site with hydrogen peroxide. Still: it's a deep puncture would, and I just found out from my goddamn motherfucking lousy-ass doctor's office that I have NEVER received a tetanus booster there, despite the fact I've been a patient there for almost 11 years now and despite the fact I explicitly asked about a tetanus booster the very first time I showed up for a physical. Tetanus is fatal in 11 percent of all cases, and of course the highest fatality in is the unvaccinated. I have an appointment tomorrow, but Wikipedia helpfully tells me that post-exposure prophylaxis is not reliable as the body can take up to 2 weeks to form tetanus antibodies. In short: if I die, Benjamin Stearn, M.D. MUST be sued for malpractice.
Having a hard time walking today. My commute entails a good half-mile each way, and I did that this morning without putting ANY pressure on my right heel. Oh, this is just great.
Bailed on a previously agreed-to Baltimore excursion Friday night to hang out with my boyz MattE and Schak and to see All Mighty Senators at the 8x10 Club (great band, great venue, great friends = sad me, but I really could not have managed it AND still gotten up at 4:20 [sic] a.m. to make breakfast for the Cheese Lords). Started with my own recipe for raisin bran bread, substituting a banana-nut cereal and cutting some of the sugar... it came out very well. Also made cheese blintzes, spanikopita, hot pepper tapenade (to go with bought bagels and cream cheese and whitefish salad), and thrice-barfed eggs. So I did most of the cooking in my own kitchen and piled stuff into my grocery cart and wheeled it the 4 or 5 blocks to Stately Cheeselord Manor, where I baked the spanikopita and fried the blintzes. Oh, and I also brought champagne and OJ for mimosas. It all went over very well and ensured we started rehearsal late.
Got back home with the dishes in my cart and
maestro_live was in my place moving, from one corner of my office (formerly my bedroom) to another the closet that he constructed there several years ago. I helped as much as I could. The result is really great: a better use of the room's space all around. Took a good long nap in the evening, then headed out with maestro and Fabian to the Green Lantern for underwear night (but in a wrestling singlet, not proper underwear). Was chagrined to find a drag show with spotlight and tacky banter and quite simply enormous men in women's clothes bullying underwear night almost out of existence. But after the queens did their extremely annoying thing and they shut the spotlight down those of us who were skimpily clad still had time to frolic a spell. For one, uh, suitor of mine, "frolicking" entailed repeatedly pulling my singlet down to my knees—fine with me, really, but not, potentially, for DC law enforcement, so I kept pulling it back up.Headed back to my place where I made the boys some late night snackage. Woke up late Sunday to discover it was DAY OF THE INANIMATE OBJECTS: my cell phone was (and is) inexplicable non-functional... overnight it had lost its ability to "boot," getting stuck on a Motorola boot screen and hanging there forever. Then, even better: heading from my back deck in my back door, I stepped down heavily onto the concrete—and onto a 200-year-old rusty nail that seems to have been sticking straight up (I blame the cats, who must have left it there on purpose) and so ended up sticking straight out of my right heel. This was screamworthy. So very nasty, too: an initial attempt to pull the nail out of my foot met with enough resistance to convince me I really needed to sit down and think about it a moment, lest I pass out. I sat, worked up some mighty courage, and yanked. More screamworthiness. The nail had gone into and through the callused part of my heel about 3/4 of an inch, and nearly came out the back end of my foot (the deepest part of where it was embedded can be seen nearly an inch from the entry site.
I bled on the floor a while and then flooded the site with hydrogen peroxide. Still: it's a deep puncture would, and I just found out from my goddamn motherfucking lousy-ass doctor's office that I have NEVER received a tetanus booster there, despite the fact I've been a patient there for almost 11 years now and despite the fact I explicitly asked about a tetanus booster the very first time I showed up for a physical. Tetanus is fatal in 11 percent of all cases, and of course the highest fatality in is the unvaccinated. I have an appointment tomorrow, but Wikipedia helpfully tells me that post-exposure prophylaxis is not reliable as the body can take up to 2 weeks to form tetanus antibodies. In short: if I die, Benjamin Stearn, M.D. MUST be sued for malpractice.
Having a hard time walking today. My commute entails a good half-mile each way, and I did that this morning without putting ANY pressure on my right heel. Oh, this is just great.
