Average Full Moon Friday
Seeing as how it was a full moon, the second day of spring, and Friday, I decided to go out tonight — my idea of a night out.
I walked down to the Skinny Pancake and saw Inner Fire District. They were great. I wish they could follow me around all the time. It was nice to sit in the corner, sip a big cup of coffee, doodle in my book, and tap my foot. I heard the first set (over an hour long) and left because I was hungry.
I found some food and then decided to see a late showing of Be Kind Rewind. I liked it very much. I was the only one in the theatre. I go to the movies by myself all the time, only once before have I been the only one in the theatre. I like it, but it’s sort of a weird feeling.
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Molly said 239 days ago:
Oh, dear dear dear. I was going to go to that show and was really looking forward to it but was stricken down with a tummy ache. I’m happy that you enjoyed it…. Honestly, I think I should have my entire gastrointestinal tract removed. Mammals can eat via dermal osmosis, right? I’ll live by swimming in a vat of nutritious liquid three times daily.
S.R. Wild said 238 days ago:
The show was fantastic. I saw them a couple weeks ago too. I’ll go anywhere if an accordion is involved — I have a thing for accordions.
Hope your tummy is better. Feeding by swimming in nutritious liquid is a brilliant idea — one could practice good nutrition and hygiene at the same time.
I have a bad gut myself (I’m home sick today). About 10 years ago I went to a specialist — his specialty was being fucking useless. I had a test where I drank this nasty combination of liquids then stood in front of an x-ray machine. I got to see my abdomen on a TV screen as it was working. It was the coolest thing I ever saw. I wish I had a tape of it to add to my medical collection (scrubs, x-rays people give me, and a lot of stuff from my arm). The next day I had white feces — scared the hell out of me.
By the way, I added your site to my wee list of links.
Molly said 237 days ago:
Oooh a barium swallow. I might have to do that because they think I might have a stricture somewhere in my tubing. I had an operation last month to remove six inches of my large intestines and I tried to get them to relinquish my erstwhile portion of gut… but no. They said they had to send it to be biopsied and whatnot and that it would be destroyed in the process. My friend Vanessa had already picked out a preservation jar for it. My mom has had both of her shoulders replaced and her gallbladder removed and they never let her keep any of it. They told her that they have to keep track of all human remains because if someone found her ex-shoulder laying in a dumpster it would trigger a homicide investigation. As far as we’ve been able to ascertain, the only way you can keep your bits is if you can prove you belong to a religion which requires that the bits require proper burial – and even then you might have to have an accomplice at a funeral home.
The coolest medical things I have are these old canvas-and-leather restraints they used to use on violent patients before they had the nice modern ones with soft fabrics and velcro and fleece. I also have a stainless steel Wartenberg pinwheel, but anyone can get those off Amazon these days.
Thanks for the link! I hope you never come to regret it. I will reciprocate.
S.R. Wild said 237 days ago:
Barium, that’s the stuff. It was like a milky 7-Up.
Ouch, that sounds like a painful procedure. I hope your gut is feeling better. That sucks you didn’t get to keep it.
I’m a minister, I should start a church based on keeping one’s body parts after they’re removed. Everyone could sit in a circle and share their jarred body parts with each other — it’d be like a Quaker meeting with body parts.
Speaking of jars, I have a clementine that has been in a jar for almost seven years.
What’s a Wartenberg pinwheel used for? They look neat.
Thanks for the link reciprocation. I’m always looking for sites to add to my list. Regret it!? Does putting it on here mark me for death?
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