sitting and spinning and sitting and spinning and ow my back still hurts

June 4, 2004
First, I'd like to apologize to Peterman. I was pretty harsh yesterday. That came from a lot of pain, as well as being upset with him (and myself) even though his intentions were good and he was working to help me out. And there's even a chance it wasn't the bins that set this off, though it seems far and away the most likely suspect.

You know, I think one problem I'm going to have in the world of human interaction is I really like and enjoy sarcastic remarks and the occasional diatribe. I don't mind receiving them and I think they're a funny way of expressing feelings.

I'm not sure where that came from. I don't remember my upbringing as being that harsh-tongued.

UPDATE: I wrote the preceding, and the following, last night and pre-published. At this point I'm not all better, might even be worse. My first tries at getting out of bed ended up with me on the floor and it took me a lesuirely half hour to get to the bathroom and then down the stairs. I also got to play a game called "figure out a way to flush without leaning over or raising your knee too much", solving this puzzle by making a kind of figure-4 with my legs as I stood there and using the foot of the 4's "crossbar". (It was a low-water-usage toilet with the handle at knee rather than hip level.)

It's less severe right now, I can sit in my computer chair and stand and walk around, but I'm getting a little worried.

Small Gif Cinema of the Moment
spin, sit
Yesterday I mentioned my new nifty phone...this Small Gif Cinema was inspired by the way the phone's video recorder uses the outer miniscreen as a viewfinder when it's closed, it just invites playing in the little "mirror" with lots of movement.

Essay of the Moment
Put out a new issue of the Blender of Love digest last night. It included a half review, half very personal rambling essay about where I am about Me and Mo, relative to this book called "How Can I Get Through To You?" by Terrence Real. Check it out if you're so inclined.

Cheer of the Moment
Fight, fight, inner light,
Kill, quakers, kill!
Knock ‘em down, beat ‘em senseless,
Do it till we reach consensus!
--When Quakers Cheer. I've only been to one Quaker meeting, alas. It reminded me of this Quaker joke I posted during the early days of, when I was still doing little cartoons a lot. I liked that the joke mentioned my dad's hometown of Coshocton, Ohio.