Basically, just another blog
No, I haven’t updated in a long time. As usual, plenty of things to write about, but no time or motivation to write about them. In fact, I’m thinking about giving up the blogging thing all together. But perhaps I’ll feel differently after the holidays are over.
In any case – Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy New Year to the two or three of you who actually read this. The Dude abides!
No, not really. But listen — some weird, unexpected stuff happened to me recently. I went to urgent care with chest pains and shortness of breath, and ended up admitted to the hospital for three days with bilateral pulmonary embolism. That’s fancy medical-speak for “several blood clots in both my lungs.”
How the hell did that happen? WHY did that happen? We’re not sure, but the doctors I’ve spoken with all suspect two things:
1. They think I have a genetic clotting disorder which will require some additional testing in the future to determine
2. I was on the birth control pill, which causes more women than I imagined to get blood clots
So I’m off the Pill for good, and taking blood thinners for the next six months, while I recover.
Being in the hospital was awful — boring, uncomfortable, impossible to get a good night’s sleep, and I missed the Bean like crazy. On the plus side, the hospital didn’t care if you used your cell phone and they had free wi-fi everywhere. So, armed with my iPhone and my iPad, I was pretty well able to amuse and entertain myself.
Happy to be home, though.
Follow-up on previous matters: congratulations to Lori, the only person to leave a comment on my Shutterfly giveaway post. She won the codes for free photo cards. I already got my cards back from Shutterfly and they look GREAT. I’m really happy I decided to do it this year – the hassle of working with a petulant model (see below) was totally worth it.
This is so stupid.
OK, so I’m browsing my news feed on Facebook and this little “gem” (ha ha! pun intended!) pops up:
And even though I *love* Thierry Mugler (fashion – who could forget that motorcycle dress? and fragrance – I still wear Angel occasionally), I’m sitting on my hands and stifling some very obnoxious giggling. Because I so want to hit the “Comment” link and type:
Kidney stones?
See? I told you it was stupid.
When I was a kid, one of my favorite toys was a punching bag. Not a REAL punching bag, a thing filled with air that had sand in the bottom and my sister and I would knock it around. It looked like this:
Now my daughter has a similar toy that looks like this:
Today on the Woot-Off (www.woot.com), they were just selling this (click for bigger image):
Uh…what? Is this a novelty item? Are you supposed to actually punch him, or just pretend to play basketball around him? I’m honestly confused by this item. I like his ‘fro though.
OMG! I just got an email from MAC promoting their new “Surf, Baby” collection, and I had to post about it. The collection itself looks OK, full of bronzers and powders and colorful shades, and you can check it out right here if you’re so inclined. But I need to talk about the image they included in the email BECAUSE IT IS SO CREEPY (and you will definitely want to click on this thumbnail image to see the full-size monstrosity):
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1. That guy on the left is naked, yo. Not wearing a Speedo or very low-slung trunks, NAKED. (He also looks a LOT like Heath Ledger.)
2. What is it about the girl in the center that says “surf?” Is it the COMPLETE LACK OF EYEBROWS? Because that look has never just screamed “easy beach living” to me.
3. Furthermore, the dark vampy lips? Also not a terribly beachy look.
4. And could they have found her a more unflattering, ill-fitting, fugly swimsuit?
5. Mr. Hipster on the right is not only wearing a Speedo, but he’s wearing some kind of leather thong-type headband. Around his head. Like a boho doofus.
So maybe there’s some kind of irony at play here, like “Let’s promote a surf-inspired collection with a makeup look that looks nothing like surf-inspired, and let’s throw in a naked hipster.” I guess I’m old, because I’m not getting it, I just feel creeped out.
