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Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
3:27 am - "Needs" Google meme
OK, Krin, I'll bite. Here are my "Christopher needs" results from Google.

1. Christopher needs to be eliminated. And he can't just be shot, or turned in -- he has to be rubbed out in a completely clever way that's fitting for a slimebag.
2. Christopher needs an experienced and committed family.
3. "The Tragedy of Christopher Needs"
4. Christopher needs Tech Support.
5. Christopher needs a family who will advocate for his physical, emotional and educational needs.
6. Christopher NEEDS HEALING IN HIS BODY!
7. Christopher needs a P. A. (personal assistant) to take care of "the little things," thereby freeing him up to handle world affairs.
8. I think Christopher needs to cool down abit.
9. Christopher needs structure like I need chocolate.
10. Christopher needs to keep his mouth shut at this meeting,

That was fun, although I know nothing about the Sopranos character and was a little creeped by the guy's shrine to Chris Matthews of "Hardball" fame.

TTFN

current mood: tired

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Thursday, July 13th, 2006
4:12 am - With one flat foot on the devil's wing
Welcome back my friends, to the show that never ends. We're so glad you could attend. Come inside, come inside.

That's from Emerson Lake and Palmer, for those of you unfamiliar with the reference. And my subject line is from "Living Dead Girl" by the master himself, Rob Zombie.

Well, Revolutionary Girl Sarah shamed me into updating this journal today when I saw her at the bookstore. She didn't recognize me at first, which isn't surprising. I haven't had my hair cut since January 2004. She's not the first to make the comparison to Jesus, which I told her was actually my portrayal of Jesus before he began taking TrimSpa.

In the interest of full disclosure, I do have to inform my good and faithful readers that I will be cutting these lovely locks within the next two weeks. It's not that I don't like them -- I do. And they're beautiful. But it's time for a change.

I had already written this massive journal entry once, but I was at work and my computer has a Cinderella circuit. Every night at midnight my browser turns into a pumpkin. At exactly 12:00 it froze and I couldn't retreive any of it, couldn't do anything. So you're actually reading the re-creation.

As I explained to the willowy Sarah, the main reason I haven't updated my LiveJournal in so long is one of time. My wife Tracey isn't doing so well these days, and I'm still learning to balance my new responsibilities at home with those of work.

When we first moved back to Columbus, since she wasn't employed, she pretty much did everything involving the house. She cooked (which she's excellent at), handled the laundry and did just about everything else. Now she's lost 90 percent of her mobility, and doing one thing a day saps her energy. She might be able to cook a meal, but that will be it for that day. She hates it, and she's frustrated by it, and I don't blame her. I'd feel the same way.

Tracey spent most of 2003 bedbound because of calcifications on her spine, which were later removed surgically. This restored her ability to walk.

This time, though, there don't appear to be any new calcifications. She's collecting the entire set of doctors -- her GP, an oncologist and an orthopedist, and next week we add a new OB/GYN and then a neurologist in August. So far no one really knows why it's happening. Although one of the MRIs did reveal she has at least two discs (if not four) in her spine that are deteriorating, that apparently doesn't account for the numbness which has now stricken her entire left leg from hip to foot.

When the numbness/paralysis seemed to be spreading to her right leg, a week's worth of steroids helped, so the problem was attributed to nerve inflammation. Tracey gets around the house now on a walker, but for anything outside the house, she's got to use a wheelchair, which she hates. I'm hoping if I can make it really comfortable and soup it up for her, she won't despise it so much.

Part of me has always expected something physically tragic would happen to me. My congestive heart failure isn't nearly dramatic enough to suit my darker nature, but I've always half anticipated I'd be struck blind or paralyzed or something. I've expected it, and hell, at times I would welcome it. But not this. Not to the woman I love more than anything in this world.

She knows I'd take it all on myself in a second if I could, but that's beyond my power at this stage of the game. The thing is, I know she wouldn't let me, either. And if it were my affliction, she'd take it on herself. Which sorta leaves us back where we started. I've got to learn to be more domestic and learn to support her as she adjusts to having to, for now at least, cope with that despised chair.

We picked up our handicapped parking decal the other day, and we'll get the full-on tag when we renew in September. We've also got to begin the application process for disability for her. We picked up a letter from her doctor the other day, which they say is the key to getting approved. Which reminds me, I'm also supposed to go pick up a copy of her medical records at the doctor's office.

Saturday is my birthday, and Mom and Dad are driving down from LaGrange to take us out to eat. Ruby Tuesday's. We usually go to Longhorn, but that restaurant is rather difficult for someone in a chair to navigate. RT is much more accommodating.

I took next week for vacation as well, so I'll try and catch up on things around the house. One thing Tracey and I are definitely going to do is finish a game we started last week. Everybody knows I love miniatures, and we started playing All Things Zombie, an urban skirmish game in a Romero-type vein. It's by Two Hour Wargames, and they're great. It won a well-deserved Origins Award this year for best miniatures game. (Way to go, Ed!) The way the rules are structured, I usually have a question or two, but Ed is really active on the Yahoo! group for the game and on The Miniatures Page, which I also frequent.

We'd really just got started when Tracey's back began hurting her, and we stopped after the first hour. One of my hunters had just made his first zombie kill, and I'd found an Innocent in the diner. For those of you following along at home, the game was set in a Rural area during the first years after the outbreak (Phase 1). Tracey had already met a party of two survivors and convinced them to join her, and she's about to enter the police station. My folks are headed over to the two-story house to look for supplies or more survivors. There are about four zombies roaming around the board. One of the great things about these rules is the way that gunfire can attract more zombies. So far it's only really replaced the one I took down, but it does make for a very tense, even frightening, game, if you have any imagination at all. Which I have. So there.

I plan to paint up some more minis this week, sticking to mostly modern era and maybe some supers if the mood takes me. I've had Megalodon primed and ready for about two weeks and just haven't started him yet. He's a humanoid giant shark-type creature. In my universe, he's actually from the future and leads a race of people that evolved from sharks. He's not a nice guy.

My other plan is to construct some sort of table so Tracey can comfortably draw again. She's so gifted that I hate seeing her not use her talent. And I know it would help her deal with the depression, when her lack of mobility gets the better of her. Because of her back, she just can't sit at any kind of table long enough to be productive. I plan to rig something up so she can sit in her recliner and still have a surface stable enough to draw on. Wish me luck.

I think I've rambled quite enough for one day, maybe two. I promise you I'll be back soon, and I hold you all fondly in the cockles of my heart.

Much love,
Christopher

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Sunday, March 19th, 2006
9:42 pm - I was wondering ...
What's the hardest part of being a gay Sherpa?

It's got to be that in the song "Y.M.C.A." that the letters stand for "Yaks, Mountains, Caves and Avalanches."

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Wednesday, December 14th, 2005
8:36 pm - My "holiday" musings, or why Bill O'Reilly has his head up his butt.
The fundamentalists have again lost their way.

In mounting their defense in the imagined "war on Christmas," these religio-political conservatives defy both the spirit of the season and the faith they claim to espouse.

Many have written about their intent to boycott vendors who display "Season's Greetings" or "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas."

The faithful are not saying, "Come share with us the joy and warmth as we celebrate the birth of our Savior." Instead, their defensive fervor spreads their actual message: "Your holidays do not matter to us. In fact, they do not matter."

"Season's greetings" is entirely appropriate, as the season is in fact fall, not Christmas. During this time of year, the Jews observe Hannukah. Muslims celebrate Eid al-Fitr as Ramadan ends. Buddhists observe Bodhi Day on Dec. 8, celebrating the anniversary of Buddha's enlightenment. The Hindu festival season ramps up in August and winds down in November. And religions that date back to the dawn of man have observed the the solstice, the longest night of the year, as a celebration of the rebirth of the light and all it represents.

Does anyone else remember 10 or 15 years ago when the conservative Christians, then in the oxymoronically named "Moral Majority," were trying to drive out of the Christmas celebration the very holiday symbols these people are now fighting to preserve?

Amid all the flap over the Auburn "holiday tree lighting" and the return of the "Christmas tree" at the White House, have any of these people asked themselves why? There were no decorated pine trees at the Nativity. The Christmas tree, like so many other symbols, is a secularized holiday tradition that most likely comes from another religion entirely.

By now fighting for the Christmas tree, religious conservatives know what they are doing. They are trying to frame the terms of the debate, position themselves, as they have tried to do with the definition of "family" and "marriage," as they only ones who truly have a winter "holiday." Since they were unable to drive the secular symbols from their holiday celebrations, they will now claim them as their own and vehemently attack anyone who does not observe the holiday in their approved way.

The sad thing is, this works. The church has used it to great success down through the ages. When Christianity began to expand, the church fathers located their houses of worship on the site of the old temples. When they began celebrating holidays, originally of course "holy days," they placed them on the dates of previous observances.

It's the very reason Christmas is held in December — the seasonal transition from fall to winter. After Dec. 21 this year, the nights become shorter and the days grow longer. It is, as even ancient astronomers observed, the rebirth of the light. Many world religions have looked to this date as the birthday of their deities, including the Egyptian Osiris, the Greeks' Dionysus and the Persian Mithras.

If they were true fundamentalists, they'd get back to the basics of the story of the birth of Christ as found in the Bible. That God loves us enough to come to us in a form we could understand. It doesn't matter when Jesus was born, if he's a Capricorn or a Cancer. The Bible doesn't say, and it doesn't command Christians to observe the holiday. What matters is WHY he was born, and that he told us to love one another.

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Monday, August 15th, 2005
11:05 pm - Spreading the news
Hi everybody. Just wanted to share my good news. Tracey and I are getting married on Friday. It'll be a small private ceremony at the Russell County Courthouse, with her sister and (hopefully) my parents in attendance. Tracey hates being the center of attention, so that's how she wants to do it. Anyway, hope all is well with all of you. Take care!

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Thursday, August 11th, 2005
9:06 pm - AAAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGGGGG
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Moderate
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Low
Level 2 (Lustful)High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Low

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

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