"At least I'm a bilaterally symmetric idiot"

Or, a weekend told in totally non-chronological order.

Yes, I said that title phrase. It was in reference to Pygment asking if one side of my back hurt more than the other and my deciding that, no, I'd done a number on both sides more or less equally.

Idiot me moved heavy boxes and suchlike up and down stairs. Without remembering his back brace. Doh. Sunday I needed the Flexoril. Still hurting today, but less so. Hooray for modern medicine.

Saturday was the day of going back and forth to Somerville. First trip was to help Shazza and Aries move. I didn't do that many hours' work, didn't lift THAT many heavy boxes, and didn't do all THAT many flights of stairs. But apparently I did too many of one or more of those things, and am still paying for it.

Pygment came along with the boys, who did a little bit of carrying and a reasonable job of staying out of the way. We left after lunch - she to take them to Aikido and me to go home and crash. Hard - I had meant to shower but couldn't even manage to sit upright any longer. Friday night had been yet another night of interrupted sleep with allergies and full-on digestive upset for extra fun.

Once I'd managed to wake myself up we dragged my brain-dead self, and two protesting kids, to a graduation-cum-kid's birthday party. The party was good but I'm afraid I was a bit more "off" than I should've been. Still, I'm glad I went, even if I didn't feel up to taking any pictures nor even sampling the rums on offer.

Then it was back home to meet the sitter and turn the kids over to her so we could go BACK to S'ville for trip #3 to see "Kick Ass" at the Davis Sq theater. Preceded by a stop at the creperie since neither of us was up for all that much food but needed something. Also, the movie theater serves ice cream - good ice cream! All movie theaters should serve good ice cream.

The movie was... OK. I'm less jazzed about it than some of my friends. It wasn't bad, and I like Nicholas Cage pretty much no matter what, but it had enough of a disturbing edge that I couldn't read it as a comic book and it was too cartoony to be read as an action movie, or a high-school movie, even though it had large elements of both.

Sunday I was pretty much not moving more than needed. I upped the painkillers through the day and as noted decided that I'd try half a Flexoril to make sure I could get some sleep. Game happened and was not bad, though it moved slowly as we bounced around from one role-play to another. The joy of plot!

My life, it is very exciting.

"At least I'm a bilaterally symmetric idiot"

Or, a weekend told in totally non-chronological order.

Yes, I said that title phrase. It was in reference to Pygment asking if one side of my back hurt more than the other and my deciding that, no, I'd done a number on both sides more or less equally.

Idiot me moved heavy boxes and suchlike up and down stairs. Without remembering his back brace. Doh. Sunday I needed the Flexoril. Still hurting today, but less so. Hooray for modern medicine.

Saturday was the day of going back and forth to Somerville. First trip was to help Shazza and Aries move. I didn't do that many hours' work, didn't lift THAT many heavy boxes, and didn't do all THAT many flights of stairs. But apparently I did too many of one or more of those things, and am still paying for it.

Pygment came along with the boys, who did a little bit of carrying and a reasonable job of staying out of the way. We left after lunch - she to take them to Aikido and me to go home and crash. Hard - I had meant to shower but couldn't even manage to sit upright any longer. Friday night had been yet another night of interrupted sleep with allergies and full-on digestive upset for extra fun.

Once I'd managed to wake myself up we dragged my brain-dead self, and two protesting kids, to a graduation-cum-kid's birthday party. The party was good but I'm afraid I was a bit more "off" than I should've been. Still, I'm glad I went, even if I didn't feel up to taking any pictures nor even sampling the rums on offer.

Then it was back home to meet the sitter and turn the kids over to her so we could go BACK to S'ville for trip #3 to see "Kick Ass" at the Davis Sq theater. Preceded by a stop at the creperie since neither of us was up for all that much food but needed something. Also, the movie theater serves ice cream - good ice cream! All movie theaters should serve good ice cream.

The movie was... OK. I'm less jazzed about it than some of my friends. It wasn't bad, and I like Nicholas Cage pretty much no matter what, but it had enough of a disturbing edge that I couldn't read it as a comic book and it was too cartoony to be read as an action movie, or a high-school movie, even though it had large elements of both.

Sunday I was pretty much not moving more than needed. I upped the painkillers through the day and as noted decided that I'd try half a Flexoril to make sure I could get some sleep. Game happened and was not bad, though it moved slowly as we bounced around from one role-play to another. The joy of plot!

My life, it is very exciting.

Because we are both enormous geeks

Here's what I got Pygment for her birthday:

(it's a dead elder god, in case you were wondering.)

Because we are both enormous geeks

Here's what I got Pygment for her birthday:

(it's a dead elder god, in case you were wondering.)