Three Years of Nothing
Monday, June 30, 2003. Entry #221

My brain keeps trying to make connections to this journal and 'Seinfeld'. You know, make a joke about 'The Journal About Nothing' or something. Of course Seinfeld was funny, and you could count on a new one at least 20 times a year.

Anyway. Yeah, this is it. Three years of What I Saw Today. Thanks to all of you who have hung around since the beginning and thanks to all of you who have dropped by over the years and stuck around.

Those of you looking for info on 'free sex movies' or 'low system resources', this may not be the right place for you. Those of you who found me as the #1 search on Google for 'Roger Ebert is an Idiot', the support group meets in the blue room down the hall, right past the aloe plant. And for those who care, the chicken nachos recipe is here.

Thanks to everyone who has linked to me over the last few years, especially Joel, who has a nice little script that seems to link every mention of my name, and Secra, who still persists in describing this journal as "quite possibly the finest journal in the history of internet journaling, and certainly the BEST DESIGNED" despite vast evidence to the contrary. And thanks to the sweet young lady who I suspect keeps nominating me for a diarist award, even though it never gets farther than that. And thank you to Gary, who has been my patient and even-mannered host for all this time.

Thanks to Suzy and Sasha, the first non-personal-friend readers of the journal to write me, both of whom I still read (despite my horrible pen pal habits). Thanks to all the old friends like Dave, Mark, Jane, Kristy, and Bill who have popped up out of the woodwork after finding this place. Thanks to all the new people I've spoken with and shared giggles with.

Thank you to my family, for putting up with the gentle (and not-so-gentle) teasing with good humour and encouraging me to keep at it.

And, of course, thank you to Lisa, who is always my inspiration. I try to write like I'm writing to you directly, and I think the best posts are the ones where I succeed at that.

Well. Thank you.

We are moving! Three weeks from now we'll be shuttling all our crap over to Joel's house, who has generously offered us affordable lodging. So we're busy cleaning and organizing again.

It's a temporary arrangement. We've assured our new roommates that the plan is for a year to a year-and-a-half - however long it takes to get our down payment ready and get a house of our own. We are SO ready for our own place. We just need money.

Isn't that the way with everything?

Warning! TMI Ahead! Those easily squicked can skip on past.

Got the rest of my skin tags removed.

That was fun. The couple small ones on my neck came off without a problem, but the dozen or so in my armpits required more invasive procedures.

"I don't really like needles" I casually mentioned.

"Oh, I know," said the good Dr. Chu. "And this one will hurt more than normal!"

See, to anesthetize skin tags, the doctor injects a little freezing solution directly into the skin layer. Normal injections hurt for as long as it takes to slip a needle through the skin. Injecting right into the skin layer requires him to poke it sideways through the cells, like someone pinning clothes with a safety pin.

And he froze each one separately. Joy!

That done, it was an easy matter to clip each one. Skin tags also like to bleed for a long time and, as you can't really stick a band-aid under your arm, he had to cauterize each one. At least now I know the smell of burning flesh.

I'm exaggerating a bit, but it sure wasn't any fun. This was two weeks ago and they still haven't entirely healed. One on each arm keeps getting re-infected and I think the effectiveness of Polysporin is diluted by adding Old Spice roll-on deodorant.

They've been installing motion detectors in every office. Ostensively, this is to conserve energy, but that doesn't make much sense in a building filled with people at computers. Lack of motion is native to our species.

No, I think it's just added security, a bonus to the security cameras and passkey locks. Soon the nice ladies in the crepe shoes will come around to install our microchips.

Moving on!

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