Eiron and Alazon

Primarily via Metafilter:

From Dictatorship to Democracy

My TV Boyfriend is so lovely!

Philosophy is Phun!

GI's battling the Vietnam War - a documentary

Doctors urged to treat all women as if they were pregnant. This is news? Half the reason we don't have solid studies on women is because of worries about damaging fetuses. DX

How to Deconstruct Anything. An engineer takes on literary criticism.

Singularities might actually be a quantum critical phase transition on the surface of/right below the surface of a star. Reference the second, same topic.

Author interviews.

Five second notes:

I saw the new Doctor Who. The hour format is less weird to get used to than I thought it would be. The new doctor is hott and I love Rose. The references to the past make me squishy and happy. Four is still my favorite.

I am playing WoW, on the Thunderhorn and Mug'thol servers. I'm sure you can anticipate what my primary username is. My secondary one is Deoiridhe, which is my name spelled correctly.

I have finished Socrates. Symposium is cool, especially from two POVs. Homeboy still has balls the size of Texas. Machievelli is much easier to read than Socrates, and legions easier to read than Aristotle.

Okay, embarrassing story of my injury. It's embarrassing because it's lame.

I was going to ship my old computer, now dubbed the evil computer, to a friend. I had been remiss in sending it because I am lame, so I was determined ot get it out the door that day, damnit!

Being a wise Deoridhe, I decided that boxing it up then lugging the box was a Bad Plan (tm), so I brought the components into work separately and was going to ship it from there. (For those who want to point and laugh, I haven't shipped it yet. I need to set up the box, then bribe someone to fill it for me, for I cannot lift most of the stuff going into it myself. Woe.) I considered getting a cart to bring it upstairs, but Deo is STRONG Deo!!! Deo is TOUGH Deo!!! Deo doesn't NEED no stinking CART!

Deo at least used the elevator, resting it against the wall.

Now, there's a huge counter behind my desk, but it had a lot of stuff on it, so I decided, in my infinite wisdom, to set the computer on the floor.

For those keeping score at home, this is a bad idea.

I slowly dropped down until I was in a full crouch (not twisting) on the ground, then leaned forward to set the computer on the floor. As I was doing this, something went TWIST in a painful way in the middle of my back. It felt kind of like the winching of a blanket.

Then the pain started.

And I remembered I was wearing a short skirt.

We can gloss over the lying sideways on the floor crying, the propping self up on office chair and rolling it to reach the phone, and the destruction of the surface of my desk to reach the keyboard so I could send my roommate an email to come and get me parts. And don't even ask about how hard it is to type my password one handed, okay? Fucking nightmare. Let's go straight to the shiny ER people who bodily lifted me onto a stretcher, then drove slowly to the hospital. I prefer not to dwell on the half hour or so before they gave me drugs (ahh, valium, I would date with you! ah, vicodin, I would date with YOU!), though I will mention in passing it took two doses of valium, two of vicodin, and one of ibuprophen before they could get me standing up and using a walker.

Yeah. It sucked.

It still kinda sucks. I'm ready for the pain to stop, already!

Dear Mouthbreather with Caller ID:

No, really, you don't need to return every call made to your telephone, especially when the person didn't leave a message. Although I am the receptionist and I know a lot, "Someone who works with non-destructive technology, maybe in the lab" is really not helpful when trying to figure out who the fuck called you.

Stop expecting me to know who the fuck called you.

No love,

Your POed Neighborhood Receptionist