Chapter Two wrote:

Ty Webb wrote:Chapter Two, lock that door until I get there. I'm headed to the airport now.

Could you think of a good reason for us not to be evicted for raiding the afore-mentioned housemate-who-also-owns-the-house's pot harvest? I'm sure being a funky-ass americano with an incredible ginger afro will go a long way in this regard, but we're relying on you to come up with something, otherwise it's hankies on sticks for me and t'other fella. See you when you land, sir Webb.

Where I come from, we stick you guys in barrels of lye.

However, I will overlook it for now, pending a nice, vaccum-sealed parcel.

Please?


p.s. sounds like a cool way to begin a dialog with your landlord. You might end up working the fields...and never having to pay?

Today, the room is empty again. Weird.

Chapter Two wrote:Today, the room is empty again. Weird.

Noo-noo-noo-noo...

Equine surprise for new landlady



The new landlady of a Tyneside pub has spoken of her surprise at discovering that one of the regulars is a horse.

Jackie Gray recently took over the Alexandra Hotel in Jarrow and said she was shocked when carthorse Peggy joined owner Peter Dolan for a pint.

The 12-year-old female, which has a taste for John Smiths and pickled onion crisps, has apparently been visiting the pub for several years.

Mrs Gray was taken aback at first but says Peggy is no bother at all.

She said: "When I bought the pub a few weeks ago I heard rumours that one of the regulars was a horse but I didn't quite believe them.

"It was a hot day when the horse came in and I was shocked at first because I have never run a pub before."

Retired oil rigger Mr Dolan, 61, from Jarrow, bought Peggy six years ago and discovered her fondness for the pub when she followed him inside.

She had been tied up, but the rope was so long she was able to follow Mr Dolan right up to the bar.

He said: "Peggy's no bother at all. Most of the regulars know her as she's been coming in here for years and for them Peggy's a bit of a novelty. She's a proper lady."

I met up with my buddy Jacob and his friends lea marie and jane to go see Smog last night. He was amazing as was Thor on drums.

After the show we went back to my place with a bottle of port and went on the roof of the loft to look at the atlanta skyline whilst getting a bit tipsy....

good times.

I was just leaving work and crossing the road towards the Albert Hall, when I saw Cleo Rocos coming down the pavment towards me.

(This probably means nothing to you Americans)

Cranius wrote:(This probably means nothing to you Americans)

It'd mean a lot to my dad...

bumble wrote:

Arson Smith wrote:Oh wow - this is somewhat eerie to me, as my girlfriend has just found out that she has a "complex cyst" on her thyroid. She doesn't know anything beyond that yet, though (we'll know more after some more doctor visits, and perhaps a fine needle biopsy?) I may end up PM-ing you with future questions as this plays out. Thanks for sharing that, seriously.

Hey Arson Smith, PM away, anytime. How's your girlfriend doing?

If they recommend removing her thyroid, please encourage getting another opinion. My friend decided that a thyroidectomy was the right choice for her, but doctors do freak people out unnecessarily sometimes. [I had some knife happy freak ass want to take out my pituitary gland once, but I went for a second opinion (which was "Hell no! WTF?") and I'm really glad I didn't have the surgery.]

all my best,

bumble

To PM, or not to PM... well I guess this still somewhat falls under the umbrella of "Little details from your day":

We went to the first endocrinologist appointment, where she had been led to believe that something was going to actually 'happen'. Nurse takes down some information, then of course you wait, then Doctor comes and asks a bunch of questions and even does that old 'test the reflexes with the little hammer' thing, then says "Come back in a week and we'll do this scan".

WTF. She thought this scan (or a FNA biopsy) was what she was there for?

OK, Doctor, whatever. So on the 12th they're going to give her a small amount of radioactive iodine to do an uptake scan to see what is what. The ultrasound already indicates that it is a complex cyst about 5cm x 3cm x 2cm, but I guess the radioactive iodine scan gives more detail...

So she's diagnosed as hyperthyroid, and has common symptoms such as weight loss, anxiety, insomnia, fatigue. Doctor goes on to explain to her that nowadays they are less likely to treat this (if cyst is benign, that is) with surgery. Instead they give a larger dose of the radioactive iodine to try and kill off lots of the thyroid.

The thing that seems weird to us (as non-medical people) is that this sounds so imprecise... like instead of cutting out the specific hunk that shouldn't be there, they're going to throw radioactive iodine at the whole gland and see what happens? But Doctor makes it sound like that's just the way it's done these days, preferable to invasive surgery. And apparently, whether that would kill off the entire thyroid is not a big deal to them, because then you're hypothyroid, and they just prescribe hormone therapy for the rest of your life?

Sounds a bit weird, but maybe that's just how it is? We're definitely trying to absorb as much anecdotal evidence as we can, to see if that sounds right, or just wack.

having just moved i was digging through an old box and after 10 years of being MIA I found her again and all is right with the world.

After two days of staving off an incoming cold/flu/illness of undetermined severity I felt like it was time to go to the digital lab and make some portfolio prints (since I want to start sending my book around with the "new work" doncha know)

I waded through the oceans of Met fans getting to Shea.

I was cranky.

I get to the lab, sit at a station, and plug in my little thumb drive...and nothing.

I forgot to put the files on the goddamned device.

All that aggravation for nothing.

Grrrr.