Snapshot 03.04.15
–Things have been pretty quiet on Little Big as we are still recovering from our catastrophic hard drive failure. I am forever grateful Anthony went into this line of work because our data loss has been relatively minimal. It has taken quite a bit of time to piece together the programs and storage and data that, as a whole, comprise fully working computer. I’ve been able to get on here and there in between restores and patches but not long enough to complete any posts. This is going to make things easier for me to write in the longterm, though, because Anthony added a number of improvements. I can’t wait for this all to be done and to finally move on from here!
–I was sadly wrong about our beloved little red computer. The problem wasn’t fixable like I previously thought. This time Humpty Dumpty couldn’t be put back together again.
–I have not been completely honest with you. Or myself. I am really sick, you guys. The symptoms of my Crohn’s Disease have progressed to the point where I am in considerable daily pain, experience deep and constant fatigue, and am able to eat little more than hard boiled eggs, broth, and saltine crackers. I’m missing events with family and friends, and I’m not reliably able to interact with my kids the way I used to. The medicine I take is no longer controlling my symptoms and I have become a Crohn’s Disease with a person instead of a person with Crohn’s Disease. For months I’ve been telling myself this is just a rough patch, a flare, and that I am just about to get over it and have a normal (for me) life again. Last week I was able to get an emergency appointment with a GI specialist who has scheduled a colonoscopy for me at the soonest available date. It’s a testament to how far gone I am that I am so deeply grateful and even excited to have a camera shoved up my ass, but I truly am. This is the only way for me to get effective treatment. Most likely I’ll end up giving myself injections but I don’t care. Bring it. There’s no way the pain of giving myself an injection could possibly compare to the pain of the disease I’m living through.
–We inherited a playpen from a family member and I can count on one hand the times we’ve used it for Elias. It doesn’t go unused because Isobel frequently climbs in and uses it as a sanctuary to play with her toys in a brother-free environment.
–The biggest difference so far between caring for a boy and caring for a girl (besides the obvious genital cleaning) is that Elias wants to explore the world through headbutting. Windows, walls, cats, doors, other people’s heads… all is fair game in his need to be headbutt. Once Anthony was trying to nap on the couch when Elias crawled over and started headbutting him. Anthony says that with each headbutt impact he can’t help but think, “There goes and IQ point, there goes and IQ point, and there goes another IQ point.”
–Every so often I’ll become emboldened and try to add another generally Crohn’s-approved item to my diet, such as store-bought hummus. It normally tastes like sand compared to homemade or what we get at our favorite Middle Eastern restaurant, but I lack the energy to make some and when you’ve been subsisting on nothing but glorified water and paste crackers, it tastes pretty damn good.
–It’s been awhile since I’ve had a colonoscopy but apparently after my last one I called my doctor’s personal cell phone and left a message that just said, “I’m dying,” and hung up. I then proceeded to pass out for six hours while he tried to call me back to figure out what was going on. I have no memory of this.
–Facebook got a hold of my contacts and seems bound and determine to make my specialist, Dr F, and I Facebook friends. My friend Sunday has suggested I friend him and then send him a FB message that just says, “I’m dying.”
–Due to all the problems with my health, and some frustrating treatment by a different doctor’s office prior to my appointment with my GI, I was in a terrible mood. I was, that is, until two therapy llamas escaped from the senior living facility they were visiting. Their merry chase and the subsequent twitter conversation that ensued turned my mood around. I was pleased to find out it did for others, too. Next time you need a boost I suggest you maybe watch this video of the
–Anthony downloaded the ST:TNG PADD app long ago and last week Elias discovered it. It is his new favorite thing, after headbutting. He also really enjoys doing this.
Follow Friday: Spring Thrifting.
Thrifty Giving: Vintage Card Catalogs and Linens.
Little Big Collection: Vintage Fashion.
Follow Friday: Those Darn Cats.
“I am going to kill you, Brendadirk Cramplescrunch.” Also.
Our house on the weekends. (Cats included)
How to make a 1UP Mushroom burger. Via Jett
Scientists Claim: Saturn’s Moon Titan Harbor Mysterious Kind of Life.
I’m always pulling these out of babby’s mouth!
The girl who gets gifts from birds. Beautiful story.
This is probably the best illustration of the entire 19th century.
YouTube allows content creators to tell dynamic stories like never before.
Emma Stone looks weird. Wemma Stone?
12 brickin’ delicious food-inspired Lego creations. Via Angela
The 1964 Miss USA, Bobbi Johnson, chose a career in computer programming over modeling.
Never forget where you came from.
For those days when some motherfuckers just won’t stop trying to ski on your tennis court.
On a happier note, this sneak peek at the Aquaman script (PRAWN OF JUSTICE!) is everything.
Owen’s a good guy, but no thanks.
“For the love of God, somebody please kill me!”
This is why we need net neutrality.
Stop talking about the GD dress.
Have you seen a tiny lizard strumming a leaf?
Spidey doesn’t work well outside a city.
Oh. My. God. Becky, look at this ass. It is so FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE!
We should all aspire to be this dog.
Newspaper editors, If you have any balls at all, your headline should simply be “Baked Alaska.”
Butter-flavored Kit Kats come to Japan.
A symphony for cats: Scientists create music that appeals to felines. And while we’re on the subject, Music for Plants.
Haters gonna hate, but, this baby weasel riding on the back of a woodpecker. Then, it gets even better.
“I want their skin color to be taken for granted while they go on fantastical adventures.”
Amazing SF Storm Photos: Animated lightning, fire over SF, Sutro glory, lightning over Mission, incredible skies, four in one, Noe Valley, layers, fire in the sky, storm panorama, lightning over Bernal,
Parisians continue shopping as mass grave is excavated under their feet. Intriguing!
IMPORTANT PSA: Here is a baby goat wearing overalls.
Scrapbook: Pacific Pinball Museum.
Little Big Kitchen: Ten Ways To Eat Your Greens.
Scrapbook: The Streets of San Francisco.
