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Hello, World
Jul. 17th, 2008 09:54 pmIt's dial-up.
It's spoon-the-data-into-the-tube-lovingly-tamp-it-down-repeat slow.
AT&T's internal phone system sucks macerated mutton balls with fucked-in-their-pointy-little-heads-with-snot-covered-broken-pencils sauce.
But By Fucking Damn.
I. Can. Has. Internet.
So. How you doin'? I'm pushing along (literally) in physical therapy, able to transfer myself into the wheelchair without much help at all apart from a sliding board. (Trickier getting back into bed -- it's uphill, higher than the chair -- and we haven't got to bathroom transfers yet. That's a big important point I'm gonna have to conquer soon.) I can currently stand for up to two minutes on my (weak but uninjured) right leg, as long as I'm clinging for dear life to parallel bars and two big guys help me push up in the first place. By the time this is done, I'm gonna have the shoulders I had when I was in Rocky Horror shape.
The food has improved slightly, to Not Good But I At Least Recognize It, and my roomie is a poor old guy who has no short-term memory. None. And his remote also works for my TV.
There will be much more over the next few days -- don't even know how much about this, because a lot of e-mail to go through. And many people to thank. And CD orders I'm sure I have to arrange to be sent out. And blogs to catch up on (and oh lordie are my pants bankrupt). And web pages to update. And a hell of a lot of other things to post about and a huge favor to ask S.E. MI friends and I've gotta check out Dr. Horrible and jayzus Carlin died and and and and and.
And I'm back online.
Hahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
It's spoon-the-data-into-the-tube-lovingly-tamp-it-down-repeat slow.
AT&T's internal phone system sucks macerated mutton balls with fucked-in-their-pointy-little-heads-with-snot-covered-broken-pencils sauce.
But By Fucking Damn.
I. Can. Has. Internet.
So. How you doin'? I'm pushing along (literally) in physical therapy, able to transfer myself into the wheelchair without much help at all apart from a sliding board. (Trickier getting back into bed -- it's uphill, higher than the chair -- and we haven't got to bathroom transfers yet. That's a big important point I'm gonna have to conquer soon.) I can currently stand for up to two minutes on my (weak but uninjured) right leg, as long as I'm clinging for dear life to parallel bars and two big guys help me push up in the first place. By the time this is done, I'm gonna have the shoulders I had when I was in Rocky Horror shape.
The food has improved slightly, to Not Good But I At Least Recognize It, and my roomie is a poor old guy who has no short-term memory. None. And his remote also works for my TV.
There will be much more over the next few days -- don't even know how much about this, because a lot of e-mail to go through. And many people to thank. And CD orders I'm sure I have to arrange to be sent out. And blogs to catch up on (and oh lordie are my pants bankrupt). And web pages to update. And a hell of a lot of other things to post about and a huge favor to ask S.E. MI friends and I've gotta check out Dr. Horrible and jayzus Carlin died and and and and and.
And I'm back online.
Hahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
