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Friday, November 15th, 2013

There are a lot of articles out there about ME.  This is one that expresses some of the surrounding issues well.

Jennifer Brea on TED

Maybe it explains why I often sound more frustrated here these days than I used to.  Maybe it explains why cream-filled cookies don’t actually contain any dairy.  You’ll never know unless you read it.

(Thanks to Elizabeth Milo for bringing it to my attention).

Back, Foul Autotuned Creature!

Friday, April 15th, 2011

Aaaa! Someone has written a post with that most evil of musical creations mentioned at the bottom of it!  The one by the singer whose name  rhymes with…um…The Mecca Sack?  You see, as we speak, I am trying frantically to keep other songs on loop in my head.  The first time I actually heard that other song (the Song That Shall Not Be Named), for the following week and a half straight, I could.  not.  get. it. out. of. my.  head!  I went to bed with it going around and around.  I woke up realizing it had been playing on repeat in my mind before I was even conscious again.  I found other songs – Obnoxious, catchy songs – in a vain attempt to get it to move out and leave a slightly more tolerable occupant in its place.  A few times I even thought that I had rid myself of it, and then I would pass by a calendar and it would all come suddenly rushing back!

True story.  Catchy song.

So I am so far successfully forgetting what it sounds like.  But I have to be ever vigilant, because you know the first thing that happens when you realize you can’t remember what something sounds like?  You try to remember what it sounds like.  For at least a moment.  You can’t help it.  Even if the something is the Song That Shall Not Be Named.  And even if it drove you to near insanity not long ago.  What kind of instinct is that??  You don’t see me making wild gestures with card stock because I’ve forgotten what a truly terrible paper cut feels like.  Clearly Darwin failed to account for YouTube.

Rebecca Black Facebook Joke

It amuses me that the people responsible for that song are now making so much money off it so that people can mock it.  So the problem with all these other songs by songwriters who can’t break into the business is not that they’re bad.  Just that they aren’t quite bad enough.

Anyway, I am worried that one of those involuntary attempts will be successful and musical weekdays will haunt me again before my frantic attempts to distract myself can intervene.  But in the mean time, for those of you who haven’t had enough yet, here is, in my opinion, one of the better covers.  :)

…Which I refuse to listen to myself.

http://ccinsider.comedycentral.com/2011/04/04/stephen-colbert-sings-rebecca-blacks-friday-with-jimmy-fallon-the-roots-and-taylor-hicks/

Sproing

Tuesday, November 30th, 2010

Defective Yeti’s author took a bit of a hiatus for a while there, but he is back and writing again. And producing characteristically amusing things like this, which just made me laugh out loud in my living room.

In other news, I think I can safely say that our boy-cat has kicked the bout of nightmares he was having for a while there.  Went on for more than a couple weeks, I think, but seems consistently gone now.  Poor thing would be doing that random body part twitch thing that dreaming cats do, and then growl, and startle, and instantly launch his whole body at least a good solid six inches straight into the air.  …Which is made more impressive by the fact that he generally sleeps on his side.

Of course, being the good cat mommy that I am, I was trying to figure out what might have been causing him extra stress or remembered fear.  Being human, it is really hard not to stare incredulously at a cat that propels itself straight up vertically with seemingly no preparation.

Because it’s also freaking cool.

Animal Friends. …Just ignore all that other stuff.

Wednesday, November 3rd, 2010

Combination of very stressed and very leisurely at the moment. I’ve had a couple days off from the previously breakneck speed pacing of the last few weeks, which has been heaven sent. …At least, aside from the realization that knowing what to do with myself with an hour of “free” time is apparently a skill, and one that I am out of practice with. …And the fact that I’m a pretty firm agnostic bordering on atheist, so I am relatively certain nothing in the last few days was actually sent from heaven. Anyway, I’ve been maintaining a bit of low grade perma-stress, feeling like there must be things I am supposed to be doing at all times. I only have two gears, and am not terribly good at shifting them.

Still, refreshing not to have it justified.

Now if only I could also learn to stop worrying about the non-progress on solving any of the weird medical things I’ve been experiencing. And the fact that they all seem to be getting worse. And the fact that such a very high number of apparently extremely unlikely medical things, all significant, all undiagnosed, seem suspiciously unlikely to happen by coincidence for no apparent reason. I don’t actually like to babble about my medical issues here, to be honest. I tend not to even mention most things to my husband until they’re really bad. I’m sort of used to it. I expect it now. But I am starting to realize that being doubled over in pain to the point I can’t breathe is probably not “normal,” whether or not it fits in naturally with my daily existence. And I am starting to wish that somewhere in my circle there was a doctor who would maybe think the same.

This was not intended to be an angry or stressful woe is me post. This is probably why I tend to avoid babbling about these things here. Also, thank goodness for Canadian health care. There’s no WAY I’d be able to pay out of pocket for all of the tests needed to figure me out.

In other news, I was interrupted in writing this post and in that brief hiatus between draft and publish, my car has decided that it no longer wishes to be bothered by such menial things as “starting” and “driving.”  It just got towed to the mechanic.  Fingers crossed that my car is not as stubborn as I am.

Too much negativity in this post. Here are a humorous video clip, amusing photo, and some animals that are friends (seriously – who could be in a bad mood watching animals that are friends??).

I sort of love this picture for some reason.

What’s cuter than elephants and dogs who are buddies?  Not a heck of a lot.

Oh, and just for good measure, here is a picture of my cat doing his sleeping sea otter imitation.  Take that, bad ju ju.

Laughter is good for depression (or depressed people, at least. Not so good from the depression’s point of view)

Tuesday, March 16th, 2010

So generally I try to avoid just throwing up a video and vacating the scene, but this one just made me laugh harder than I have in a very long time.  This may well be related to Wellbutrin and/or sleep deprivation, but I’m pretty sure it’s funny anyway.

I acknowledge that I may very well be the last person on the planet to see it (Hey! There’s this dramatic chipmunk on youtube!  SO dramatic!).  I am also out of touch enough that I had no idea what “Chatroulette” was until this evening.  Apparently you can log in and be paired up with random strangers.  So you can chat with them.  While on your webcam.  Ooooo.  Aaaaaah.

Not likely to be happening in my house anytime soon, but that doesn’t mean I can’t shamelessly enjoy it for vicarious entertainment (thanks to Corey Lambert for posting this where I might see it).

Laugh. Dance. Procrastinate.

Saturday, February 27th, 2010

Being home during the day now leaves me lots of time to have various daytime talk shows on in the background.  Most of the content is largely ignorable, but these made me stop and laugh out loud.

And since it’s Saturday, and I actually dabbled with “real life” today rather than writing here, this is what you get. ;)

How Ritalin Works Differently On People Who Do Not Have ADD

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

When you have ADD, Ritalin is supposed to sort of “normal out” your brain. Not so for others. Ritalin is a stimulant, like coffee. When you have caffeine, it lights up your whole brain a little brighter for a while. When you take Ritalin, it lights up the part you’re focused on more brightly, and dims down everything else. This is why when people who take it without a prescription for things like study cram sessions (which honestly, from what I’ve read seems like not the best idea) don’t know what they’re doing, they can spend their whole study time with their brain unintentionally fixated on the music they’re playing in the background, and at the end of the night their dopamine reward centres will have helped them decide that they REALLY love that song…but have no idea when the IRS was founded.

I illustrate:

Me: (with a dramatic build-up, signaling that an important conversation is about to begin) So…

Husband: (raises eyebrow) …

Me: ITCHY FOOT! ITCHY FOOT!!

Husband:

Me: (now staring happily but blankly, wondering what activity we should do next)


(The participants in that clip are not actors)


…Okay, so to be honest this isn’t ENTIRELY unlike my normal daily behaviour. I did, in the recent past, immediately get up from my kitchen stool and run to grab the laptop upon realizing that neither I nor my husband could produce a mental picture of a live scallop (he was making scallops as an addition to his half of dinner. …I do not as a rule enjoy eating things that swim.). And, after Google images had put me at ease, was completely boggled at how he could just calmly go about his business when there’s a sea creature out there are HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. It’s like how he can sit there for hours doing other things while an unopened birthday present for him sits on top of our regular mail. Is the man made of iron?

(incidentally, scallops are creepy looking little things. Many, beady little eyes. …Not appetizing)

At any rate, the habit does seem to be rather…emphasized…when the medication’s at its peek.

…What was I writing about?

Hey! Two cats talking!


…Those crazy cats.

You. Got what I nee-eed.

Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010

Not sure why I’m feeling so unusually somber this evening. Maybe it’s reflecting on difficult times. Maybe it’s that I’m overdue for dinner, or that my husband’s later than usual tonight, or that I didn’t take the second Ritalin today and my natural dopamine reserves are too drained out to keep me going. Maybe it’s just the SSRI withdrawal rearing its head again.

I searched a bit more yesterday while in the process of compiling my Treatise on Antidepressant Medications (which is not in any way what I had originally intended to write, but is evidently what came out, and which I am sure I will post here eventually), and got a bit more information on the discontinuation syndrome common when trying to get off antidepressant meds. I spoke a bit too soon when last I mentioned having no physical symptoms this time around. The nausea came up again, and brought with it some crazy dizziness and that now-recognizable feeling that my head is shrunken. I haven’t let it get to the point it did last time. This time, I’m being sane, and tapering my dosage MUCH more slowly than I even thought I would. I’ve currently got it spread over about two more weeks, though we’ll see how it goes. I’ve also started spreading out my doses. I take a tiny portion of the day’s allotted pill at any time in the day that I start to feel the heavy physical side effects coming on. At the end of the night, at my usual dosing time, I take whatever’s left. Then I write really long paragraphs with way too many sentences strung together.

I’ve also been a little more forgiving with the rabid sugary/starchy food cravings I seem to get any time I reduce a dose. It makes a certain amount of sense, since my body is probably trying to synthesize more serotonin to make up the difference. Where do you get serotonin? Carbs, baby! According to the internet, I am not the only one who experiences this, so this time around I am treating it more as something natural and more often just going with it. Having a stomach full of potatoes also seems to take the edge off the nausea a little (which is weird, as when I’m queasy for any other reason the last thing I want is a stomach full of food). At any rate, it’s been working out well so far in preventing the horrors of last time, and apparently my body is adjusting a little better to the change.

Still, it’s not exactly smooth sailing. Listed in the common symptoms of Luvox withdrawal are dizziness, fatigue, indigestion, insomnia, lethargy, headaches, nausea, stomach cramps, and tingling sensations (my nose! Driving me crazy!), all of which I am having to one extent or another (many of which, admittedly, I barely notice anymore with all the physical ups and downs I’ve come to expect now as a part of my normal state). Also on that list were…ahem…irritability, anxiety, highly emotional behaviour, worsened depression, and “over-reacting to situations.” Which I’m sure my husband would be happy to inform you that I have been experiencing.

As a note, they also list “repetitive thoughts or songs.” …Songs?? Is that why I can’t get “But You Say He’s Just a Friend” out of my head. ‘Cause that’s just wrong.

I’m going to watch puppies now.

Is it just me…?

Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010

I was looking for lyrics to “Closer” by Joshua Radin (which I have been singing along to for weeks now, except literally without knowing a single word.  I sing a lot of vowels.) on one of those nasty spam-filled blinking graphics old school html type sites, when this advertisement at the side of the page caught my eye.

workout man

Am I alone in thinking that

a) the guy looks JUST FINE and more than sufficiently fit in the first photo; and that he

b)  looks a heck of a lot better there than he does in the “after” (look at his neck!  Ick.)?

Poor men.

Yeah. What she said.

Sunday, February 21st, 2010

Twaddle