Back Online and Puffy-Faced

Item number one:

Jimmy, drop the balloons!

I DID IT!

I fixed my Internet! Apparently, a proxy server is something my computer shouldn’t even use. I still don’t know why it thought it needed one. One that didn’t function. But it’s gone now, and the important thing is, I DID IT!

 

Okay, now onto the second thing:

If this blog seems a little lemon wacky hello, it’s because I’m blogging whilst all drugged up. If this blog seems exactly the same as other things I write, then ruh-roh.

 

Why am I blogging on drugs? Haven’t I always been the, you know, stop-having-fun guy in terms of doing anything on drugs? I believe I can answer any questions with one simple picture:

Freedom!

It's always hard to say goodbye...

I just got a filling, and then, had two teeth removed. It turns out they were baby teeth that never fell out. Anyway, I’m anaesthetic-resistant, so they had to just keep drugging and drugging me until I no longer attempted to scream around the two pairs of hands and several instruments shoved in my mouth.

 

AND, I get Vicodin. Which I have on good authority tastes like delicious candy.

 

LEGAL DISCLAIMER: Vicodin in no way tastes like delicious candy.

Good authority

LEGAL DISCLAIMER: Vicodin in no way tastes like delicious candy. Doctor House is not a good authority. Do not listen to Doctor House.

 

Anyway, I got the prescription when my back was out, but after getting the pills I haven’t needed them, so now I’ve got them for my teeth.

 

And all the rest:

 

Listened to some Edith Piaf (among other things) both to and from the dentist’s office (I have to go to the one in Turlock because they’re set up to do nitrous, which I need for any dental procedure, and the one I used to go to no longer does it). Although the Nitrous dizziness wore off before I listened to ‘Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien’ on the way home, which is kind of a shame because it begins with this swelling of music that sort of makes me feel strange and floaty without being drugged, so I imagine that when you’re all dizzy from breathing in various gasses, it’s amazing. Next time I get dental work done, I’m loading up on Pink Floyd, by the way, because hello, ‘Comfortably Numb’.

 

On a subject completely unrelated to dental work, I enjoyed the Christmas ep of Glee greatly. I teared up a little when ‘Santa’ gave Britney the little speech on patience. Possibly at other points, too. And Kurt, why so adorable? I want you back in glee club where you belong, so they can get rid of that girl who’s apparently not into being in glee club (I missed her joining, but I’m told she’s a horrible addition).

 

Someone out on the interwebs was complaining that Kurt and Blaine were given ‘the date rape Christmas song’ as their duet, and I have to disagree, because A) the story reason for their singing the song was completely un-creepy, and B) modern versions of ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’ are generally done in a winking manner which removes the creeptacular mickey-slipping overtone and instead adds a coy emphasis to the lyric ‘At least I’m gonna say that I tried’. Actually, my favourite modern cover of the song (aside from Glee) was a gender-reversed version, with Liza Minelli and Alan Cumming. It is hilarious.

 

Still on Glee- Ed O’Neill is an ass. I mean, it’s one thing to say your coworker should have won the Emmy for Best Supporting Actress, that’s a nice show of support. It is another thing to flat out say that the woman who did win did not deserve to. Beyond that, saying that Sue is a one-note character is just forehead-smackingly stupid. I mean, maybe he just doesn’t watch the show. I can understand thinking that if he’s not a regular viewer. But several episodes have given Sue some surprising depths. And guess what– even if they hadn’t, we’re talking about Glee. Over-the-top is de rigeur, and a cartoonishly evil villain fits into the universe splendidly. Also, Jane Lynch is Jane Lynch and not Sue Sylvester, so hitting that one note consistently is still acting, in a way which pleases fans and critics. But that doesn’t matter, because she’s not a one-note character. It’s perfectly fine to disagree with the judging, I mean, nobody agrees with every award every year, and there’s nothing wrong with expressing your disagreement tactfully, but that statement? Was not tactful.

 

And when Aspergirl says you lack tact, then brother, you lack tact.

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