Fun Day +1!

( What I was up to this afternoon. Note the pained smile. At this point I was starting to feel like I was at death's door, sorry. )

captainschlumpy and I went to a taping of The Colbert Report this afternoon. I'd been under the impression that the line would start very early (tickets are obtained in advanced but TPTB make it clear that they overbook and it's first come, first seated). However we got to the studio at around 2:30PM and they hadn't even opened or cleaned the waiting area as of yet. We didn't end up getting let into the interior waiting area (right outside of the studio) until 5:30PM, but we were given non-VIP seating numbers 1 and 2 which turned out being sort of neat. We got seats in the 3rd row, and were briefly seated behind Olympic Speed Skating Champ Shani Davis (introduced by Stephen himself; I had no idea who the dude was); however he bounced out of the show right before filming began.

Taping was fun. I expected to spazz out when Colbert made his appearance, but I surprised myself by taking it in stride. I think if I ran into Stephen, say, on the street I'd have been more in awe. As it were, I was cognizant of the fact that I was being presented with "Stephen" and Stephen Colbert, host of The Colbert Report. Even during the "out of character" Q & A that occurred right before taping Colbert came across as acting out a role, that of gracious host and Improv Star. Which, you know, true. But...*shrug*.

Prior to Colbert we saw Clash of the Titans (in 3D!). Even knowing the source material was weak I found this film to be somewhat bad (worse, I guess I should say). No goddesses to speak of, Perseus was a liability, everyone had daddy issues (I know, I know! welcome to Greek drama), and the ending was wrapped up with the world's biggest most shiny bow (and, dude, what was with the caresses between Zeus and Hades??).

Time for me to sleep, because I think my sinuses are being attacked by little elves with heated mallets. I hate feeling ill on days I'm off from work. :(

Stupid body

I feel a little less like my head is going to *explode* (body, do not pull a freakin' Carson Beckett), but my neck is achey and my nose is stuffy and I'm still sort of in "I wanna hide under the covers, drink soup, and not move too much" mode. But BUT! the new Dresden Book was released yesterday. I might end up girding my loins and trekking out to Barnes and Noble. Because I have no intern to get it for me. *whimper*

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It's possible that the horribleness I'm feeling is not, in fact, due to exploding tumors or evil mini-elves going medieval on my sinuses, but may be my body deciding it's tired of having behaved itself for 29-odd years and wants to rile my immune system up and manifest pollen allergies. Which - HOM-fuckin'-G body, you are made of minus win! If I go to my internist with this he's simply going to write me a script for Zyrtec and tell me to call it a day, so now I need to find a specialist who can definitely do some diagnostic work on me. The runny nose and mild sore throat? okay, possibly allergies. But the aching neck (just the left side) and the slight body aches that come and go? Those seem a little atypical to me. But, then again, this ain't my usual focus of practice.

I did make it out to the bookstore early this morning before the flora decided to get its natural groove on and potentially make my life a living hell (if that is the cause of my malaise). I picked up the new Dresden book, David Foster Wallace's essay collection Consider the Lobster, a book on writing (sigh), and Nell Painter's intriguing The History of White People. It wasn't until I got to checkout that I remembered I still have the massive latest Stephen King release waiting for me to tackle. I'm backlogged like whoa.

And now the (real) impetus of this post: Two lines that I've run across today that I've found awfully amusing (and also seem to prove my maturing stalled a decade ago):

1. From a Harry Potter story - "So I'm here, I'm queer, and I'm drinking butterbeer." God bless fanfic.

2. From the Jim Butcher forums, a poster's response to someone posting spoilers to the new book - "you unmitigated arse!"

Yes, I'm dropping the mic and walking away now. Or rolling over with tissues and water at the ready as the case may be.