So as time and space and planetary alignments would have it I find myself way north of the usual latitude in the NCR recovering from the acute removal of a parotid. Long story but the bottom line is I have a funny haircut, a lopsided smile, an aching face and am grossing out the north with a suction drain sticking out of my neck. Which one hopes will come out today.
I also haven't been writing for many reasons. Primarily since I've had nothing to write about, or if I have it's just way too technical, neurosurgery-wise, since that's all I've been up to.
The entertainment industry is in shambles. With the possible exception of House being available as a streaming video nothing spectacular has happened. We've finally as an industry broken into the hallowed grounds of animation with Roadside Romeo which as a movie sucks. I've been listening to the absolute worst music courtesy the radio.
Let's play a game. Think of the worst song you've heard in modern times. The chances that I'd have operated listening to it and worse yet would know the lyrics and in moments of stress have even hummed it are close to 95%. The latest in the long list is the not so new Sajanani Vaari Vaari from Honeymoon Travels Pvt Ltd. What a song it is! But that is just one... there's come songs from Cash and Race and other such monosyllabic movie titles whose soundtracks inundate my consciousness from time to time and in true altruistic fashion I ensure that the consciousness of all around me are also inundated by the same bad music.
So there's the rub on work and entertainment.
What else is happening? The usual wikipedia trolling is getting me nowhere.
And yes a new day has dawned. America Voted for Obama, despite all the jokes and misgivings this is a momentous occasion. The world will not be the same and history has been rewritten.
Watched his acceptance speech through the haze of post operative delirium and I found myself thinking, "Yes, we can." Brilliant speech. Now all we can do is to hope and pray he doesn't go mental. Which is the word of the day by the way.
That's all from here and now, from the other side of the knife and the back of beyond. As usual we end with promises to write more and draw more, to fill lives other than mine with joy and humor but we know deep down that the only thing that will actually happen is I'll hack more heads and drill more holes and occasionally get mails chastising my choice of profession and the resultant step motherly treatment that this blog gets. Oh well, such is life (since I forgot where the apostrophe's come in c'est la vie...)
I also haven't been writing for many reasons. Primarily since I've had nothing to write about, or if I have it's just way too technical, neurosurgery-wise, since that's all I've been up to.
The entertainment industry is in shambles. With the possible exception of House being available as a streaming video nothing spectacular has happened. We've finally as an industry broken into the hallowed grounds of animation with Roadside Romeo which as a movie sucks. I've been listening to the absolute worst music courtesy the radio.
Let's play a game. Think of the worst song you've heard in modern times. The chances that I'd have operated listening to it and worse yet would know the lyrics and in moments of stress have even hummed it are close to 95%. The latest in the long list is the not so new Sajanani Vaari Vaari from Honeymoon Travels Pvt Ltd. What a song it is! But that is just one... there's come songs from Cash and Race and other such monosyllabic movie titles whose soundtracks inundate my consciousness from time to time and in true altruistic fashion I ensure that the consciousness of all around me are also inundated by the same bad music.
So there's the rub on work and entertainment.
What else is happening? The usual wikipedia trolling is getting me nowhere.
And yes a new day has dawned. America Voted for Obama, despite all the jokes and misgivings this is a momentous occasion. The world will not be the same and history has been rewritten.
Watched his acceptance speech through the haze of post operative delirium and I found myself thinking, "Yes, we can." Brilliant speech. Now all we can do is to hope and pray he doesn't go mental. Which is the word of the day by the way.
That's all from here and now, from the other side of the knife and the back of beyond. As usual we end with promises to write more and draw more, to fill lives other than mine with joy and humor but we know deep down that the only thing that will actually happen is I'll hack more heads and drill more holes and occasionally get mails chastising my choice of profession and the resultant step motherly treatment that this blog gets. Oh well, such is life (since I forgot where the apostrophe's come in c'est la vie...)
