Monday, November 08, 2004
Woo! A brush with greatness...
and also a brief explanation for all those who have written to ask for the numbers of my secret swiss bank accounts...
My husband just just got back from Richmond's historic St. John's Church - I've mentioned before my trial-lawyer-in-real-life husband portrays Patrick Henry in a re-enactment of Henry's famous "liberty or death" speech in this church where this speech was originally given. Tonight there was a special private performance.
When he scanned the crowd, he noticed some faces that seemed familiar in the audience. And they were! Congressman Steve Forbes was there with his wife, and Brent Bozell ( whom I love, in an abstract, pure news-watching way) but best of all, John O'Neill of Swift Boat Veterans for Truth fame.
Michael stayed behind after the show for the usual Q&A session; the show seemed to be a big hit with all present.
As things were winding down he did manage to discreetly pay his respects to Mr. O'Neill for the work he had done. As Michael approached him, Mr O'Neill payed him the, IMHO, enormous compliment (considering the quality of ads they produced) of saying he though they really could have used Michael's performance as Patrick Henry in one of their ads.
That would have been something!
I only wish my thanks to O'Neill could have been added to my husbands.
And now some overdue explanation for what Dorkaforktermed my blog's apparent "pining for the fjords".
The first reason is I got the ha-ha gene on Chromosome 6 that makes your eyeballs consume themselves when exposed to tuberculous carnies/suspicious hot-dogs/bird and bunny tent/soy donuts at the state fair.
Maybe that's exaggerating a little. I have ankylosing spondylitis, that disease that guy who cured himself with laughter had. I have the girl version, which means I complain a lot but you really can't tell from looking that anything is wrong. Sometimes it flares and I get stiff and tired.
One or the other eye goes wonky from time-to-time, and I have to use drops and can't wear my contact in that eye. Because I am vain and nearsighted, this means I am half blind for a while and bump into things and can't read what I am typing very well for a couple of weeks while I adjust.
Exacerbating the situation:
My usual computer really is pining for the fjords. The monitor has ceased to be, the hard drive is quite as full as Mr Creosote....this has been coming on for some time. (I have a temorary upgrade in the wings, but until the monitor is repaired there isnt much point in attempting to fluff up the old PC). Also I am secretly holding out for a double G5 with a 30 inch monitor. Ok, 23.
I might be having a few doubts about the mac format, though. This sec I am typing on my husbands old mac. I just can't use mac keybords. They're all gummy and chiclety and the kerys are all in the wrong place.
Plus the Blogger interface is making me hand-enter formatting commands.
Half-blindness and manual entering of HTML go together like salt and papercuts. And lemon juice and papercuts.
So I've been laying low, secretly hoping some people might get the idea I ran off with Allah..
I do have some interesting stuff coming up in the pipeline as soon as I can make it halfway legible....
Giant spiders, cat's with mysterious lettering on their heads, just you wait.
My husband just just got back from Richmond's historic St. John's Church - I've mentioned before my trial-lawyer-in-real-life husband portrays Patrick Henry in a re-enactment of Henry's famous "liberty or death" speech in this church where this speech was originally given. Tonight there was a special private performance.
When he scanned the crowd, he noticed some faces that seemed familiar in the audience. And they were! Congressman Steve Forbes was there with his wife, and Brent Bozell ( whom I love, in an abstract, pure news-watching way) but best of all, John O'Neill of Swift Boat Veterans for Truth fame.
Michael stayed behind after the show for the usual Q&A session; the show seemed to be a big hit with all present.
As things were winding down he did manage to discreetly pay his respects to Mr. O'Neill for the work he had done. As Michael approached him, Mr O'Neill payed him the, IMHO, enormous compliment (considering the quality of ads they produced) of saying he though they really could have used Michael's performance as Patrick Henry in one of their ads.
That would have been something!
I only wish my thanks to O'Neill could have been added to my husbands.
And now some overdue explanation for what Dorkaforktermed my blog's apparent "pining for the fjords".
The first reason is I got the ha-ha gene on Chromosome 6 that makes your eyeballs consume themselves when exposed to tuberculous carnies/suspicious hot-dogs/bird and bunny tent/soy donuts at the state fair.
Maybe that's exaggerating a little. I have ankylosing spondylitis, that disease that guy who cured himself with laughter had. I have the girl version, which means I complain a lot but you really can't tell from looking that anything is wrong. Sometimes it flares and I get stiff and tired.
One or the other eye goes wonky from time-to-time, and I have to use drops and can't wear my contact in that eye. Because I am vain and nearsighted, this means I am half blind for a while and bump into things and can't read what I am typing very well for a couple of weeks while I adjust.
Exacerbating the situation:
My usual computer really is pining for the fjords. The monitor has ceased to be, the hard drive is quite as full as Mr Creosote....this has been coming on for some time. (I have a temorary upgrade in the wings, but until the monitor is repaired there isnt much point in attempting to fluff up the old PC). Also I am secretly holding out for a double G5 with a 30 inch monitor. Ok, 23.
I might be having a few doubts about the mac format, though. This sec I am typing on my husbands old mac. I just can't use mac keybords. They're all gummy and chiclety and the kerys are all in the wrong place.
Plus the Blogger interface is making me hand-enter formatting commands.
Half-blindness and manual entering of HTML go together like salt and papercuts. And lemon juice and papercuts.
So I've been laying low, secretly hoping some people might get the idea I ran off with Allah..
I do have some interesting stuff coming up in the pipeline as soon as I can make it halfway legible....
Giant spiders, cat's with mysterious lettering on their heads, just you wait.
