So, I've decided to participate in this here Anne of Green Gables reading challengey thinger.
Because I started reading the first book when I was young, with my grandma, and we didn't ever finish it, and I don't see much chance of us finishing it now, considering sometimes she barely remembers who her daughter is (my mother), let alone anyone else.
So, in honour of the great woman who got me interested in the great tales of Anne, I'm going to go with...
Option 3:
Anne of Green Gables
Anne of Avonlea
Anne of the Island
Anne of Windy Poplars/Windy Willows
Anne’s House of Dreams
Anne of Ingleside
Rainbow Valley
Rilla of Ingleside
Chronicles of Avonlea – L.M. Montgomery
Further Chronicles of Avonlea – L.M. Montgomery
Before Green Gables – Budge Wilson
Looking for Anne of Green Gables: The Story of L.M. Montgomery and her Literary Classic – Irene Gammel
any of the several Anne TV/movie adaption's
So, it's going to be quite a year. I suppose I should really get started. Those of you with LJs can follow this either here, or at http://xenontetroxide.livejournal.com, as I'll be posting my thoughts as I read in both places.
Yay!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Millions of pancakes, pancakes for me...
It's 02:49 on a Tuesday, the regular crowd shuffles in. There's an old man, sitting next to me, possibly whose name is Jim.
...
Okay, not really. But when you consider that I could instead have We Didn't Start The Fire in my head instead, you really take any other Billy Joel song you can get, however mangled I've just made it. Those being the two I can remember offhand.
It's probably time to go to sleep. It was probably time to go to sleep 4 hours ago, but a witty combination of coffee, knee pain, and Ruy's godawful snoring has kept me awake.
For approximately 10 or so minutes, I truly considered starting a new blog, but then realized that I didn't have anything necessarily different to say in it, that I wasn't going to say here. You know, eventually.
Sadly, however, all the funny I was going to put in this post has just dried up like so much grape left on a radiator, so I'll just badly attempt to redirect my Twitters here. Warning: I think you may have missed about a year's worth.
...
Okay, not really. But when you consider that I could instead have We Didn't Start The Fire in my head instead, you really take any other Billy Joel song you can get, however mangled I've just made it. Those being the two I can remember offhand.
It's probably time to go to sleep. It was probably time to go to sleep 4 hours ago, but a witty combination of coffee, knee pain, and Ruy's godawful snoring has kept me awake.
For approximately 10 or so minutes, I truly considered starting a new blog, but then realized that I didn't have anything necessarily different to say in it, that I wasn't going to say here. You know, eventually.
Sadly, however, all the funny I was going to put in this post has just dried up like so much grape left on a radiator, so I'll just badly attempt to redirect my Twitters here. Warning: I think you may have missed about a year's worth.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Inappropriate sources of gratitude...
Apologies in advance for the minor-ish swearing I do in this post, I think it's warranted. I did just have knee surgery!
[Cribbed from my LJ]
*yawns*
*tries not to fall asleep on keyboard*
So!
As approximately 3 of you know, I had knee surgery yesterday. Right knee arthroscopy and an OATS procedure. For those who don't feel like reading the articles, I went in, had my knee sliced open, and the piece of bone/cartilage that they had to remove last year (as it had somehow detached and was causing problems with walking and such), was replaced with an equal sized plug from the other side of my knee.
Hooray.
I had to be at UBC Hospital at 08:15, which meant I had to get up at ass o'clock. My parents picked Ruy and I up and off we went so I could be admitted. Relatively uneventful until they called me in to get changed and then be interrogated by the nurse, re: everything I've ever done, taken, lived through, etc. However, she also had celiac disease, so at least we could bond over that.
She inserted my IV, hit a valve, had to take it out, and reinsert it in my right hand (which they evidently undid while they were doing the surgery, because I woke up later with it in the crook of my right elbow/forearm. Yay, 3 IV bruises!
I was talked to by my orthopedic surgeon, several anesthetists, my orthopedic surgeon's helper, and a few stray nurses, who all asked exactly the same questions, but hey, whatever gets them to open up the right (er, as in correct) knee, is okay by me.
Anesthetists and I discussed my usual nausea after general anesthesia. Suggestion was made that I go for a spinal anesthetic and sedation instead. "You want to stick a needle in my SPINE?!?!" I declined, so they said they'd give me a bunch of anti-nausea drugs during the surgery. Which they did, and I was massively happy for it afterwards.
The fading out part wasn't so bad, but I could do without the troubles I had fading back in. I was fucking exhausted, so tired I could just diiiiiiieeeee. But every time I tried to nod off back to sleep to stave off some of the bone-deep exhaustion (which I suppose the cocktail of midazolam, fentanyl, and ketamine would do to me), my O2 SAT monitor would start beeping, because I was breathing too shallowly, and they'd have to wake me up and tell me to take deep breaths. Which was, I agree, necessary, but seeeeeeeriously, I was so exhausted.
One of the side effects of fentanyl is dry mouth, which I have been experiencing like fuck since I woke up. I drank so much ice water yesterday, which I suppose kept me slightly awake. Then they gave me ginger ale, which tasted good, and woke me up a little more, but made my mouth SO DRY I COULDN'T STAND IT. Then, of course, I drank so many fluids that i had to pee desperately, to the point where I was in a lot of pain, and sure my bladder was about to rupture. To summarize a story I would never want to relive, I was ignored, ignored some more, moved, ignored, then finally someone paid attention to me, my mom got my crutches, and pretty much her and this one nurse are my heroes, for finally getting me to the bathroom, before I expired.
After that, I was allowed to get dressed, and start going home. Other than some dizziness when I first stood up, and the crazy feeling in my knee, I didn't feel any nausea at all. Which was good, because I then had a roughly hour and a bit car ride home to my parents', in the rain.
I'm on Oxycodone, and Tylenol for the pain. After less than a week, I get to switch to T3s, which shall be awesome, because Oxycodone GIVES ME MORE GODDAMN DRY MOUTH. In the past day, I swear, I've drank about a Nile's worth of water, and I still want MORE.
Between the amount of fluid going into me, and the still present exhaustion, I can't help but think back to yesterday, whenever either I've drank too *much* fluid, or I feel like falling asleep. I'm absolutely panicked about trying to sleep, in case I set off the goddamn O2 SAT alarm, WHICH I NO LONGER EVEN HAVE!
Also, on a slightly more happy note, it's my mom's birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!
[Cribbed from my LJ]
*yawns*
*tries not to fall asleep on keyboard*
So!
As approximately 3 of you know, I had knee surgery yesterday. Right knee arthroscopy and an OATS procedure. For those who don't feel like reading the articles, I went in, had my knee sliced open, and the piece of bone/cartilage that they had to remove last year (as it had somehow detached and was causing problems with walking and such), was replaced with an equal sized plug from the other side of my knee.
Hooray.
I had to be at UBC Hospital at 08:15, which meant I had to get up at ass o'clock. My parents picked Ruy and I up and off we went so I could be admitted. Relatively uneventful until they called me in to get changed and then be interrogated by the nurse, re: everything I've ever done, taken, lived through, etc. However, she also had celiac disease, so at least we could bond over that.
She inserted my IV, hit a valve, had to take it out, and reinsert it in my right hand (which they evidently undid while they were doing the surgery, because I woke up later with it in the crook of my right elbow/forearm. Yay, 3 IV bruises!
I was talked to by my orthopedic surgeon, several anesthetists, my orthopedic surgeon's helper, and a few stray nurses, who all asked exactly the same questions, but hey, whatever gets them to open up the right (er, as in correct) knee, is okay by me.
Anesthetists and I discussed my usual nausea after general anesthesia. Suggestion was made that I go for a spinal anesthetic and sedation instead. "You want to stick a needle in my SPINE?!?!" I declined, so they said they'd give me a bunch of anti-nausea drugs during the surgery. Which they did, and I was massively happy for it afterwards.
The fading out part wasn't so bad, but I could do without the troubles I had fading back in. I was fucking exhausted, so tired I could just diiiiiiieeeee. But every time I tried to nod off back to sleep to stave off some of the bone-deep exhaustion (which I suppose the cocktail of midazolam, fentanyl, and ketamine would do to me), my O2 SAT monitor would start beeping, because I was breathing too shallowly, and they'd have to wake me up and tell me to take deep breaths. Which was, I agree, necessary, but seeeeeeeriously, I was so exhausted.
One of the side effects of fentanyl is dry mouth, which I have been experiencing like fuck since I woke up. I drank so much ice water yesterday, which I suppose kept me slightly awake. Then they gave me ginger ale, which tasted good, and woke me up a little more, but made my mouth SO DRY I COULDN'T STAND IT. Then, of course, I drank so many fluids that i had to pee desperately, to the point where I was in a lot of pain, and sure my bladder was about to rupture. To summarize a story I would never want to relive, I was ignored, ignored some more, moved, ignored, then finally someone paid attention to me, my mom got my crutches, and pretty much her and this one nurse are my heroes, for finally getting me to the bathroom, before I expired.
After that, I was allowed to get dressed, and start going home. Other than some dizziness when I first stood up, and the crazy feeling in my knee, I didn't feel any nausea at all. Which was good, because I then had a roughly hour and a bit car ride home to my parents', in the rain.
I'm on Oxycodone, and Tylenol for the pain. After less than a week, I get to switch to T3s, which shall be awesome, because Oxycodone GIVES ME MORE GODDAMN DRY MOUTH. In the past day, I swear, I've drank about a Nile's worth of water, and I still want MORE.
Between the amount of fluid going into me, and the still present exhaustion, I can't help but think back to yesterday, whenever either I've drank too *much* fluid, or I feel like falling asleep. I'm absolutely panicked about trying to sleep, in case I set off the goddamn O2 SAT alarm, WHICH I NO LONGER EVEN HAVE!
Also, on a slightly more happy note, it's my mom's birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Peter Cushing lives in Whitstable, I have seen him on a bicycle, I have seen him buying vegetables...
Except not, because Peter Cushing died in 1994. But that's neither here nor there.
What's important is this (cribbed from my LJ, where I posted the news last night when it happened):
Haskell died.
He was moving around when Ruy fed him and Hopper hay, but when I went to give them lettuce, he was sprawled, half inside their little house. Usually he's all up in the treats, so, I was a little worried. I felt for a pulse, for the rising and falling of his chest. Nothing. He was still warm, so obviously, he'd just died within the last few minutes.
A year less 5 days ago, Gryffin (our English Mastiff) died. I'm just getting tired of November, really.
Hopper's not sure what to do with herself. Her and Haskell were a bonded pair. ...also, he was the dominant of the two, so she's either going to be depressed, or start a terrible new regime of tyranny over Blooper and Goomba. I'd be okay with the tyranny, if it meant she wouldn't be sad. She just looks so lost. I think I know how she feels.
...it's not like Haskell was an old bunny, either. He was only 3 and a half or 4. But then again, Mastiffs have a life expectancy of about 10-ish years, and Gryffin died a few months after turning 6.
I'm devastated.
I'm SO devastated, I'm listening to Cotton Eye Joe to cheer myself up. This is wrong on just about every level.
We took his body up to the vet today, and they'll cremate him. We'll get his ashes back, and they'll send out the pertinent pieces for a necropsy.
Goomba's looking peaked, so everyone is going in for vet appointments on Wednesday afternoon.
I'm dealing relatively well, considering. However, I'm sure something completely unrelated will, in the next week, cause me to sob hysterically. I...apologize in advance.
Also? Is it us? Six hamsters in 6 months, and now Haskell. And possibly Goomba.
What's important is this (cribbed from my LJ, where I posted the news last night when it happened):
Haskell died.
He was moving around when Ruy fed him and Hopper hay, but when I went to give them lettuce, he was sprawled, half inside their little house. Usually he's all up in the treats, so, I was a little worried. I felt for a pulse, for the rising and falling of his chest. Nothing. He was still warm, so obviously, he'd just died within the last few minutes.
A year less 5 days ago, Gryffin (our English Mastiff) died. I'm just getting tired of November, really.
Hopper's not sure what to do with herself. Her and Haskell were a bonded pair. ...also, he was the dominant of the two, so she's either going to be depressed, or start a terrible new regime of tyranny over Blooper and Goomba. I'd be okay with the tyranny, if it meant she wouldn't be sad. She just looks so lost. I think I know how she feels.
...it's not like Haskell was an old bunny, either. He was only 3 and a half or 4. But then again, Mastiffs have a life expectancy of about 10-ish years, and Gryffin died a few months after turning 6.
I'm devastated.
I'm SO devastated, I'm listening to Cotton Eye Joe to cheer myself up. This is wrong on just about every level.
We took his body up to the vet today, and they'll cremate him. We'll get his ashes back, and they'll send out the pertinent pieces for a necropsy.
Goomba's looking peaked, so everyone is going in for vet appointments on Wednesday afternoon.
I'm dealing relatively well, considering. However, I'm sure something completely unrelated will, in the next week, cause me to sob hysterically. I...apologize in advance.
Also? Is it us? Six hamsters in 6 months, and now Haskell. And possibly Goomba.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
And then, the WiiFit made fun of me...
Twitterings for October 27, 2008:
Sent into the blogosphere by a white chocolate peppermint mocha and friends.
- 14:29 *stares at midterm histogram* Yeah, I'm willing to bet good money that 16/40 on the first midterm is me. #
- 17:28 I PASSSSSSSED! #
- 17:29 I got 46/80 in total, 21/40 for one part, and 25/40 for the other. So, passes for both, and a pass in total. And that 16 wasn't meeeee! #
- 17:39 Because Janis will read this, be bored out of her mind, and wonder why she reads my blog at all because she's never mentioned: Hi Janis! #
- 17:39 ...she turns 30 in less than a month. But it's okay with her, because she's getting married next year. #
- 17:40 Speaking of the sis, her, my mom, and I went shopping at Park Royal yesterday. Janis kept trying to dress me up in ugly sweaters. #
- 17:41 She didn't appreciate my taste in ugly-patterned blouses. #
- 17:51 And the only baby Halloween costumes left (Old Navy had a hot dog costume last year, which cannot be topped) were a butterfly and... #
- 17:52 ...what can only be classified as a shrew. Several of Janis' friends have had babies within the past couple of years, so at least the... #
- 17:52 ...costumes are somewhat relevant. Maybe. #
- 17:52 Right, she also tried to have a stuffed alligator eat me. #
- 17:53 Did I mention she's turning 30 in less than a month? #
- 17:53 We also gawked at the prices of fake flower arrangement at Michaels. That was fun. #
- 17:54 Oh, and those Halloween treats from Whole Foods, that smelled *and* tasted like sweet sushi, though we're not sure why. #
- 17:54 Pleasant aftertaste though. #
- 17:55 All in all, it was a fun trip, even if I was laughed at when I got interrupted and said "Excuse me, I *was* having a point." #
- 17:58 It is such fun to hang out with my mom and my sister. Even if all our roles are sometimes reversed. #
- 17:58 "Older sister," my ass... #
- 18:08 I started doing that "I'm Surrounded By Idiots" challenge for the Sims. #
- 18:08 Decided to name the characters after things I saw around me (not my idea, but it's a good one). #
- 18:09 Main character's name is Shredder. Had a daughter named Scissors. #
- 18:09 So, of course, we have the delightful action: "Play with Scissors." #
- 18:51 The Halting Problem: Maybe It's Just Taking A Long Time #
- 19:06 Now, they're hitting the table. #
- 19:06 Seriously, neither of them know how to have a constructive argument. #
- 19:06 That, and Ruy's dad just makes shit up. #
- 19:12 Do not introduce, to a rational conversation, zombies. #
Sent into the blogosphere by a white chocolate peppermint mocha and friends.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Brought to you by the letter Zombie...
Twitterings for October 26, 2008:
Sent into the blogosphere by ZOMBIES?!
- 00:30 Now, use Ackermann's function to figure out why I've been humming Greensleeves for the last 20 minutes. #
Sent into the blogosphere by ZOMBIES?!
Well, now they're denying the existence of infinite loops, and I CANNOT ABIDE BY THAT...
Twitterings for October 25th, 2008:
Sent into the blogosphere by invisible loops that are surely not infinite.
- 14:30 "Just a second, I'm doing one of those things that's prone to failure." ..."you're...building a house of cards?" #
- 14:51 Ruy, you are SUCH a nerd. Making spreadsheets for TTD? I mean, really? #
- 14:51 *doesn't think about making a spreadsheet for her Sims* #
- 16:54 300 days, a lot of crocheting, and much PotterFicWeekly withdrawal later, I've actually made it to Chapter 29 in After The End. #
- 16:55 Mind you, this *just* catches me up to where I'd finished listening to the PFW podcast, and absolutely no further. #
- 16:55 Which means I can't even listen to PFW again yet. #
- 16:56 Curse the fact that I can't just listen to the podcast without reading the fic. Curse it! #
- 20:34 6 weeks of laundry = nearly done. Last big load is in dryer, and a few small things are in the washing machine. #
- 22:31 Rest of the laundry is in the dryer. The finish line is around the corner. #
- 23:36 6 more towels. #
- 23:37 And, phew, I finally made it to Chapter 30 in After The End. #
Sent into the blogosphere by invisible loops that are surely not infinite.
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