The C Word

Putting the usual meaningless minutiae on hold for a bit…

Jonathan informed me yesterday that Barbara went to the doctor and they found some cancer. I don’t know much more than that. He said they weren’t planning to do surgery, just chemo and medicine. She is sooo sweet, good as gold. Better. I spent a lot of time over at their house when I was younger, and I just love her to death. Oddly, I saw her for the first time in a year or more just a couple of weeks ago. Anyway, she was still in the hospital, as of yesterday. I don’t know for how long. I know some of you know the family. Thoughts and prayers would be appreciated, I’m sure.

I hate cancer. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!! I had a dream last night that I went to see her, and that she was really weak and stuff. Why can’t we find a cure or do more to prevent it? I guess that a lot of cases can be treated successfully. It’s just a terrible thing. I hope she will be OK. Of course, look at me. I didn’t even participate in the relay for life Friday. What am I doing? Nothing. I’m pathetic. Selfish. Pathetic.

The C Word

Putting the usual meaningless minutiae on hold for a bit…

Jonathan informed me yesterday that Barbara went to the doctor and they found some cancer. I don’t know much more than that. He said they weren’t planning to do surgery, just chemo and medicine. She is sooo sweet, good as gold. Better. I spent a lot of time over at their house when I was younger, and I just love her to death. Oddly, I saw her for the first time in a year or more just a couple of weeks ago. Anyway, she was still in the hospital, as of yesterday. I don’t know for how long. I know some of you know the family. Thoughts and prayers would be appreciated, I’m sure.

I hate cancer. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!! I had a dream last night that I went to see her, and that she was really weak and stuff. Why can’t we find a cure or do more to prevent it? I guess that a lot of cases can be treated successfully. It’s just a terrible thing. I hope she will be OK. Of course, look at me. I didn’t even participate in the relay for life Friday. What am I doing? Nothing. I’m pathetic. Selfish. Pathetic.

Nice game, pretty boy!

No High-Fives For Cubs Alou

That’s a little gross right there.

Same story, a slightly more humorous take

“Lookin’ for a girl, I ran into a guy. His name was MCA. I said howdy. He said hi…”

Nice game, pretty boy!

No High-Fives For Cubs Alou

That’s a little gross right there.

Same story, a slightly more humorous take

“Lookin’ for a girl, I ran into a guy. His name was MCA. I said howdy. He said hi…”

Nocturnal Phantasm #504B

Dreams… lucid dreams… why you punish me?

Well I dreamed I was back in high school last night, as I am prone to do from time to time. To start out, my teacher was one of my college computer professors. Then, in the midst of the dream, he turned into Gabe Kaplan, or more likely, Mister Kotter. I guess it was some sort of math class, and apparently I had skipped the entire semester and was planning to just show up for the final and pass the class (as I was prone to do… what?). So anyway, there are a bunch of very complex greater/lesser than problems and equations and I can’t figure any of them out. I can almost remember the format of the questions, but not quite. The class starts at like 4:00 PM and everyone is done by like 4:45. I still haven’t figured out the first question. I’ve written down a few answers, but keep erasing them, because they’re wrong. Alicia Johnson is in the class and tries to help me. Then, the professor tells me I can finish the exam in his office, but not to let any other teachers or students see me. (My recollection of the dream begins to get hazy here…) For some reason, I go to the bathroom in the 7th grade hall of my middle school. There are a couple of people I know in there, but I can’t recall who they are now. That’s all I can remember.

So, let’s see, in the past couple of weeks, I’ve dreamed about Lance Armstrong, Gabe Kaplan. You see the pattern here? OK, well, me neither. Why can’t I dream about Charlize Theron or something?

“Can you teach me about tomorrow, with all the pain and sorrow running free? And tomorrow’s just another day. And I don’t believe in time, wasted, time, walking. Time, you ain’t no friend of mine…”

Nocturnal Phantasm #504B

Dreams… lucid dreams… why you punish me?

Well I dreamed I was back in high school last night, as I am prone to do from time to time. To start out, my teacher was one of my college computer professors. Then, in the midst of the dream, he turned into Gabe Kaplan, or more likely, Mister Kotter. I guess it was some sort of math class, and apparently I had skipped the entire semester and was planning to just show up for the final and pass the class (as I was prone to do… what?). So anyway, there are a bunch of very complex greater/lesser than problems and equations and I can’t figure any of them out. I can almost remember the format of the questions, but not quite. The class starts at like 4:00 PM and everyone is done by like 4:45. I still haven’t figured out the first question. I’ve written down a few answers, but keep erasing them, because they’re wrong. Alicia Johnson is in the class and tries to help me. Then, the professor tells me I can finish the exam in his office, but not to let any other teachers or students see me. (My recollection of the dream begins to get hazy here…) For some reason, I go to the bathroom in the 7th grade hall of my middle school. There are a couple of people I know in there, but I can’t recall who they are now. That’s all I can remember.

So, let’s see, in the past couple of weeks, I’ve dreamed about Lance Armstrong, Gabe Kaplan. You see the pattern here? OK, well, me neither. Why can’t I dream about Charlize Theron or something?

“Can you teach me about tomorrow, with all the pain and sorrow running free? And tomorrow’s just another day. And I don’t believe in time, wasted, time, walking. Time, you ain’t no friend of mine…”