hrmmmmm - has someone leaked the winner of Survivor: Pearl Islands? An offshore bookie thinks so, because he's getting more bets than usual at this stage of the game, and they're all for the same person....hrmmmm...

Welp, September 20 2002 was the day the tornado swept through our neighborhood - can't believe it's been a year. in some ways it seems like it wasn't that long ago, in other ways it seems like it's been longer...

friday i went to Johnie's calling with mom - had i not invited tons o queer people over to the house for a pool party/ice cream social for saturday afternoon, i'd be going to his funeral. tho he wasn't a celebrity, he completed one of those weird death trifectas - Johnny Cash, John Ritter, Johnie Means - all Johnnies.

It's weird all the deaths that have happened lately - had i not gone to Johnie's calling, i might have gone to Frank O'Bannon's funeral downtown. i really liked the O'Bannon family's request that people donate school and/or art supplies rather than spend money on flowers - just one more way for Frank to contribute to education in Indiana. it's also cool that his death has brought about discussions of living wills and organ donation - there never seems to be the "right time" to talk about that sort of thing, but it's easier to make your wishes known when you can talk about someone else doing it. i certainly don't want to be hooked up to machines to prolong my time on this planet - that's not really life. i dunno if any of my organs would be worthy of donation (maybe i should donate my body to science fiction??) but i certainly don't mind them checking me out for possibilities. i know it's probably irrational, and certainly selfish, but the only thing i wanna keep is my eyes - something about taking my eyes squicks me, so lemme hang on to em, okay? doubt they'd be wanted by the time i'm gone anyways, my vision's getting worse and worse, it seems.

so, apparently they're gonna continue John Ritter's sitcom, even though he's dead...

farkers are of different minds - most seem to feel the same way i do, that it seems like ABC's just milking it cuz they know they'll get some ratings when people will watch the show just to see what it's all about. but if i'm not mistaken (which is possible, i've only seen the show once), it was a John Ritter sitcom, something that revolved around him, mainly...

other farkers suggested that ABC should keep putting the show out because if they didn't, 50 people would lose their jobs because of the show's cancellation - errrr, naah, i doubt that's ABC's take on it. And certainly people in show biz know that there are no guarantees on how long a show will last, and they shouldn't have too hard a time finding new work...not to mention the fact that this is a SITCOM - har har har, dad's dead! *chuckle chuckle!*

other shows have had differing ways of dealing with the situation of stars leaving unexpectedly, and it's turned out differently each time. it was really creepy seeing Nancy Marchand on the Soprano's when we knew she was dead and her last episodes were computer generated...Cheers did fine when Coach died - made a star of Woody Harrelson - but had it been Ted Danson, the main character, I don't think they could've gone on with the show...

it's a good thing that yesterday i didn't start the new meds the psychiatrist gave me in my appointment on monday - after getting the rx's filled, i noticed 2489 warnings about taking the stuff with AED's (that's anti-epileptic drugs) and other similar precautions. so i called and left a message with the neurologist, just to double check and make sure he agrees with the drug selections. well, didn't hear back from the office yesterday, so i didn't take the new stuff.

the reason i'm glad i didn't start the stuff yesterday? if i had, i'd probably stop taking it after this morning - had some majorly fucked up dreams/nightmares. had i had such vivid dreams as these the night after starting new meds, i woulda figured they caused em and stopped taking the stuff.

why were there 2 HUGE crickets (huge as in TEN FEET TALL!) in my bedroom, staring me down and looking as though they were ready to eat me? or rather, why the hell was i DREAMING about the aforementioned crickets?? very strange dreams - i felt very small, very vulnerable, and like being human was a distinct disadvantage....

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This Popular Science article makes it obvious - maybe my job ain't so bad after all - at least i'm not sniffing other people's farts...

hrmmmmm - looking to try a new recipe? well, check out Mr. Brain's Faggots - they've got recipes for stuff like Faggot Kebabs, Faggot Stuffed Peppers, and Faggot Cobbler