On Halloween, Daniel and I (aka Captain Vegetable) played host a odd assortment of characters, the most memorable being the Universal Turing Machine and the Automation Chain. Everyone who showed up was from work – hence the CS style costumes. The good news – no one was too confused by the Universal Turing Machine. The bad news – there were only 2 girls. So sad.
The party was ok. Mostly dorky, with many odd socially awkward moments. Daniel insisted on calling it the “Best Party Ever!”, while I tried to hide my sense of disaster by drinking myself silly, showing off my cucumber, dropping my camera in a bowl of salsa, making a drunken phone call to Emily (a first and not something I want to make a habit of), and puking in the toilet (already a habit). Spectacular night.
Speaking of spectacular nights, I woke up this morning, after a night of troubled dreams, with bloody drool stains on both pillows and on my sheets. I was of course expecting this, after my wisdom teeth were yanked out yesterday. The dentist recommended I have them all pulled because 2 of them had cavities and they were really tight to the back of my mouth and pockets were starting to form behind them. I was initially against it – why pull (almost) perfectly good teeth? But after talking to Roxie, who’s in her 2nd year of dental hygiene now, I was convinced otherwise.
Only 3 teeth were pulled in the end. Even so, the three holes in my mouth spent were bleeding machines – soaking several pads of gauze and filling my mouth with clotting, dark red globs which created a real mess in the washroom. Yummy.
I didn’t eat anything last night, so I was hungry this morning. The menu for today:
Breakfast: 1 Strawberry and 1 Chocolate Ensure Meal Replacement drinks.
Lunch: 1 Vanilla Ensure Meal Replacement and a Green flavoured smoothie. Green is no longer just a colour.
Dinner: Tomato soup, Butternut Squash soup, and 1 Wild Berry Ensure Meal Replacement
Yeah for liquid food!
So far, I haven’t taken any pain meds. Those of you who know me well, know I have never had any Tylenol, Advil, or other over-the-counter or prescribed pain medication. I managed to maintain that streak through several injuries, including 2 baseballs in the mouth and a dislocated shoulder. This a huge source of pride for me, and I’m hoping to keep the streak alive. The doc gave me a prescription for some super strength Ibuprofen and suggested I take 3 with each meal, but that’s advice for wimps. I’m tough. I can take the pain.
And now, a collection of links to the best stuff I’ve found on the internet in the past week:
Attatch of the Bots – The coolest, but scariest article I’ve read in a while. All about botnets and their use in underground, cyber-criminal organizations.
Rick Mercer takes on Michael Fortier – Go sign the petition. I’m number 27 of 2074 and counting. Not as funny as the petition to change Stockwell’s name to Doris, but cute.
CBC Radio 3 Podcast #74 has taught me that “give’r” is a authentic Canadian term. Ben is always annoyed when I use the term because he doesn’t understand it. That just goes to prove that I’m more Canadian then he is. Good thing he moved to New York.
That and “get ‘er done!” 🙂
Glad you’re braving the pain champ! You’re a legend!
I didn’t catch that snide remark about me until I read Dylan’s comment and caught my name in the last paragraph! “Give’r” still sounds dirty to me, whether it’s Canadian or not.
As for you being more Canadian than me, I think the eight extra years that you’ve had in Canada over me give you an edge. And now that I’ve crossed over to the “dark side”, your Canadian living surplus is only getting bigger.
As for drugs, I hate painkillers too, worried about being addicted to them. That said, taking them once in a blue man doesn’t make you wimpy.
Ok. So, maybe it does sound a bit dirty. But that’s only because of your high-brow New York sensibilities.
Speaking of addictions, I got a hold of Warcraft III today. What a mistake.
I’d trade your halloween party for mine. We had an about 1:1 girl/boy ratio, but there is no chance that people would have understood any cool/sciency costumes. I’d trade all the girls for smarter boys.
Give’r is definitely an authentic Canadian term. I approve.
How about we just combine our parties next year and host it somewhere in between. Like Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan.
I am all over that. I remember Moose Jaw being buckets of fun.
Shall we meet at the fudge shop, or the giant moose? Or perhaps the Al Capone tourist/educational centre?