October 22nd, 2006

Gruber (Die Hard)

The Nigel Hawthorne Post

Yoinked from libraspiccfllmt:

swashbuckler332's Halloween party:

aerolyndt dressed as a new superhero: Golden Ranger.
amblinx1138 dressed as the Lord of Ceregenvance.
amorpoeta didn't dress up, spoilsport.
cookie_girl dressed as Scooter Libby.
dollyknuckles dressed as Captain Kirk from "Star Trek".
dotificus dressed as the Governor of Kansas.
ehowton dressed as a bottle of lotion.
gdgonzo dressed as Karl Rove.
hadara dressed as Mary-Kate Olsen with her very own conjoined Ashley.
j_d_finch dressed as the spirit of their dead grandmother Rita.
jailnurse dressed as Estella Warren, though it looked more like a mummy.
janetweiss69 dressed as a Garner-Hurrell Co. employee.
jenchronicity forgot to put on clothes!
jenvargas dressed as the love child of Jesus and Meg Ryan.
libraspiccfllmt dressed as Derek Jeter's mother.
mals13 dressed as a screwdriver.
maspethrican69 dressed as a 1960's hippie child.
megthelegend dressed as a bear.
melancthe dressed as Regis Philbin.
montyy0 didn't dress up, spoilsport.
mortimusmonk didn't even show up and doesn't get any candy.
neurotic_jen dressed as a skeleton.
ojosmarrones dressed as a kicker for the Panthers.
pnuttiness dressed as someone who just poked themselves in the eye, and it suited them all too well.
rhakka dressed as a disturbing self-made character called "Zsa-Zsa Hamstertoes".
satyrninus dressed as something flesh, but what, specifically, you can't tell.
suitboyskin dressed as Chandra Levy.
waystone dressed as a Level 14 bard.
whosamama didn't dress up, spoilsport.

Throw your own party at the Hallomeme!
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Hm. Yeah, that's about right.

Sir Humphrey

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Bud (Repo Man)

Superior Ving Rhames

Tim and Dave came over to help me perform most of the changes that I started discussing several months ago. The results are immediately apparent. There is a lot more space in the room right now. Furthermore, the vast collections of music and movies will be much more navigable.

Interestingly, the television was taken out of the entertainment center (part of which was taken apart) and put in a new location. The new placement of the television makes it look even bigger, now that it is no longer relatively speaking 'in the corner.' Dave also said something about how if you trim everything back it makes your junk look bigger, but I really didn't want to think much about the implications there.

I have a ton of work still left to do in the room, and the other room of my apartment is currently unusable, being filled with all the stuff I have to put away. I also have to get new cables for the sound system, as the new rack I bought (a story unto itself) separates everything much more than the entertainment center did.

However, it is nice to see that everything I had planned worked out as well as it did.
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Bud (Repo Man)

Return to a place

No sooner had I posted my last optimistic, if tired, entry, I got a call from my grandmother that my grandfather was in pain. He had been retching, and anything he ate caused him a lot of pain about an hour later. I also noticed that his skin had a very yellowish tint to it.

My grandfather didn't want to go to the hospital, and I understand his reluctance given that last year when he was admitted for his neck injury, he didn't leave for over four weeks and didn't get home until several months later. He has always been the "I'll suffer in silence" type, but those events have made him doubly reticent to accept medical attention.

I drove them to North Shore Hospital (had they called 911, they would have been taken to Booth Memorial Abattoir because it is the closest medical facility). The doctor looked him over and said that it might be gallstones. After an entire day's worth of tests, the final prognosis was that there was a blockage from his gall bladder that was also somehow effecting his liver. This will require a two-step procedure to clear up, and he's being admitted right now.

While this isn't exactly what I would call a perfect situation, it is better than some of the other possibilites that were coming up. He is and has always been very strong; I'm sure that it is that same pig-headed stubbornness that is so infuriating when trying to get him to do the right thing by himself that keeps him alive.

My mother and I ran into our family physician while in the hospital. He told us if we needed anything to page him. He is the one who expidited my surgery when I was there; since I was admitted on Thanksgiving Weekend, I was scheduled for the operation for several days later. In fact, I was on the boards for the very day I ended up being released from the hospital.

Yesterday was a lot of work and today was emotionally taxing. I hate hospitals, even if some of my best friends work at them. I'm off to bed. Good night.
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