For those who have expressed an interest, my operation went very well, thank you. Surprisingly painless, except for the imaginary pain in my head which was almost unbearable.
Quite embarrasing, really. There I was, laid out only the table, locally anesthatised, resisting the temptation to look downwards at the consultant tugging around with the tubes inside my nether parts. And then I felt that horrible dull tugging from inside. Euurgh. And I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And the more I thought about it, the iller I felt. My head went fuzzy, my stomach queasy, I was on the verge of fainting and/or vomiting. Fortunately the nurse spotted this (possibly something to do with the rapid draining of colour from my face) and got another nurse to come and hold a cold towel on my forehead. I was soon OK again and, hey, I got the sympathy as well as the tea.
The last time I nearly made myself faint like that was when I volunteered for a psychological experiment, and after a ten-mile cycle ride to get there they sat me down and scraped away at the dead skin on my scalp with knitting needle-type things (so that they could get a better connection to my skin with the EEG electrodes). The constant scraping on my skull made me feel terrible and I went green and almost slumped to the ground. Again they spotted my predicament, and stuck me in the corner to chill out with a glass of water. I went on to excel in the experiment, which involved zapping multiple constantly rising bars on a computer screen using brainpower only. I kept it up for two hours without any of the bars touching the top, at which point they excused me. Apparently nobody else had managed for so long, the average was five or ten minutes. I guess the odd spell of faintness does something to focus the mind.
Anyway, I’ve now had a wonderful two days at home with my feet up, being waited on. Thank you Gill. Very much. Also done lots of reading, which is a real treat.
I’ve been learning Flash… again. Starting from basics… again… using the pretty decent Sams book Teach Yourself Macomedia Flash MX in 24 Hours by Phillip Kerman. This time, some of it might actually stick because, unlike the three or four previous occasions when I’ve “learnt” Flash, this time I actually have a fairly major Flash website to put it to use on.
Anyway, Rowan and Lola wanted to join in (especially when I showed them the uber-impressive, erm, yo-yo and bouncing ball I’d come up with). Together we did some Flash. And Rowan and Lola made a car each (with a little help from their dad).
OK, last scream post, I promise.
The Anal Show have saved my scream for posteriority, you can hear it here - 01:32:10 into the show. Unfortunately I had to justify my scream a posteriori, something I didn’t manage very well.
Double LOL - the instant I posted that last piece, some spam dropped into my mailbox advertising, of all things, Screaming Squirters.
(BTW, any guestbook spammers reading this and thinking of posting a comment, don’t bother).
LOL, I just screamed live on New York radio.
Called Kenny G’s Anal Magic show on WFMU and donated a scream to Gregory Whitehead’s scream database (the first one from Sheffield, UK).
Felt good.
Today’s pointless throwaway wouldn’t-I-like-to-do-that you-bet-your-bottom-butt thought: I wanna play a version of “I Fought the Law and the Law Won” (perhaps with a little psychobilly-tinge) which segways into a version of Ornette Coleman’s “Law Years”, and back again.
What brought this on? Well, partly that I watched the excellent Leo Burnett “kids” ad for Zed again the other day, and was inspired (not often that an advert does that), partly that I’ve been delving into the rockabilly-corners of my music collection again and that’s what I damn well feel like playing, and partly that I also just dug out Ornette Coleman’s Science Fiction for the first time in years, and was blown away by how good the original of Law Years is (it’s one of those Ornette tunes - the other one mainly being Lonely Woman - that I never tire hearing cover versions of, the original melody is so good. But I’d forgotten just how blistering Charlie Haden’s bass is, as in fact is the whole band, on the original).
So, I Fought the Law Years, but the Law Years Won.
Wow! Just heard some Gregory Whitehead on Resonance FM. Amazing stuff, the only sounds I’ve ever heard that could truly be called Radio Art, and it really got my thinking processes going like all good art should.
Well, don’t try and tell me that the NHS have no sense of comic timing. Not just any old Friday the 13th, but the one just before Valentine’s Day.
Would you go?
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