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So, went to the doctor today. Overall cholesterol still good and well within the safe range, but good cholesterol isn't as high as it should be. He's suggested other things before such as fish oil and walnuts and whatnot, and today he mentioned the report that a daily glass of red wine can improve cholesterol and help lessen the chance for heart disease.

I'm willing to try most anything, except… I don't drink. Not because I have anything against it, I just really hate the taste of alcohol in any amount. While sampling some with friends I managed to find combinations of fruit juice and sangria that were palatable — essentially an extremely weak homemade wine cooler — and a friend introduced me to ice wine one night that was as good as any I've had, but for the most part I've been disinterested in finding ways to stomach something I didn't really want anyway. "The winter grapes add a rich overtone to this kerosene…"

But if it does in fact help my health, I'm willing to give it a shot. Which beings me here, with a question. What should I try?

Ideally I'd want something that resembled a strong sweet fruit juice, with as little alcohol taste as possible. Recent reports from the UK suggest that sherry also has the cholesterol-lowering properties, although not the lowering-heart-disease ones, and that might be an option. And it can't be a budget-breaker.

Any suggestions?

I'm still deep in the "add 5 cool apps, delete 4 after trying each one once, immediately add 5 more" phase of my iPod Touch love affair. My little mini-desktops are constantly spinning with apps that zoom in just long enough to wiggle the others aside before I bore of them and consign them to iTunes hell.

And yet, even with the amazing time-wasting bonanza available to me through the iTunes store — and that's not even counting the new world open to me if I ever hold my breath and jail-break the thing — there are still whole categories of applications I can't find. So, with a hopeful hint to restless programmers who just need a direction, here are the apps I want.

RealTip

I want to enter the total of my dinner and get the amount of the tip. But, and this is important, only after I check off boxes to describe my waitperson's performance, which would then positively or adversely affect the amount of the gratuity. Did she smile and remember everything, but spill ketchup on my wife's head? Was the food present, warmer than room temperature, and more or less on the plate? Were we treated to unwanted dinner theater involving our waiter and his ex-girlfriend-who-still-lives-with-him? Were we left waiting less than the time it would have taken to hunt, kill, and prepare the food ourselves? RealTip should take it all into account and give me a total I can live with.

GeoPerv

Not sure about your new neighbor? Shivering whenever you walk by your new babysitter? Wondering why your date seems so creepy? Snap a surreptitious pic of him and GeoPerv will instantly compare it to the local sexual offenders database (determined by geolocation) and "To Catch a Predator" reruns.

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One year ago today, I was marching in a circle with many of my television heroes and an awful lot of people I had previously only known as screennames. Me and some friends managed to organize a gathering of 450+ people to picket FOX Studios during the writers strike, and Joss Whedon and Jane Espenson helped make it a themed strike by inviting writers (and stars) from their various shows to come out. Here's what I posted at SerenityStuff afterward.

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Sorry for the delay in reporting. I've been recuperating from being, in QuoterGal's perfect phrase, "blissed out."

So. When last we left our hero, he was taking off for Los Angeles to attend Mutant Enemy Day when fans from the four corners of the globe would be gathering to show their support for the writers' strike by marching along with writers and actors from Mutant Enemy, Joss Whedon's former TV production company. Oh, and some Joss fellow.

The flight was uneventful, aside from the med student in the seat next to me who spent the time studying descriptions and full color images of surgeries and some extremely unfortunate man with a rather spectacular genital-based disorder.

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Best thing about the presidential campaign so far? The incredible sense of power it gives me.

Not the power to help elect a new presidentm arguably the most powerful person in the free world, or to affect the course of the next four years. Not even the power to make my voice heard. No, I've been given the power to totally blow off some incredibly important people.

In the last few weeks, I have hung up on both Barack Obama and John McCain. I have cussed out, loudly and at length, the heads of both state political party campaigns, and even screamed at Jill Biden when her call dragged me out of the shower. Granted these are robocalls, pre-recorded messages sent out automatically, but there's still that wonderful feeling of power I get when I hear "Hi, this is Matt Damon, and I'd like to–" and I slam the phone down on him. Take that, Bourne! I've heard from sports figures and local politicians, and not one of them gets past my secretary ( i.e. me) to waste any more of my time.

Look people, I'm not going to believe anything your recording tells me over the phone anyway. You're hoping that the sound of a famous voice lulls me into believing whatever talking point is on the table because hey, we're friends now, right? We're talking together on the phone!

Well, my friends know better than to call me during "Pushing Daisies," Michelle Obama. Click!

Friday was an interesting day. And I use the word "interesting" with loaded meaning (couldn't find the right smilie to indicate that, so here we are).

High point: finding out with an hour to spare that I would get to do a phone interview with Joss Whedon. All I really remember was that I was focusing on not sounding like a doofus, my painful discovery that it's a big, big mistake to pound down a large Sprite to calm your nerves when you're afraid to leave the phone long enough to pee, and that when he did call and we talked I sounded like a doofus.

With luck it'll appear online Tuesday and in the paper later in the week. Only really new thing in it that I haven't seen anywhere else: the Dr. Horrible episodes will appear on drhorrible.com pretty close to 12:01 am on their launch dates. Didn't get if it was PST, I'm hoping to hear back about that. My favorite quote was when I was asking about his knack for attracting obsessive fans:

"That’s what I am, that’s what I grew up as. The things I love, I love very hard."

Low point: immediately thereafter, when my car blew a head gasket on the way home and my brother-in-law and I spent four fun-filled hours next to Beville Road trying Bars Head Gasket Fix in the desperate hope that mine had blown in just the right way for this to work and save me many hundreds or thousands of dollars that I don't, strictly speaking, have.

Results: I have an interview which I have now transcribed and will tomorrow edit, modulate, and possibly remaster until I sound like David Attenborough, am now working on my article. Car is running well if not smoothly, the oil has been changed, and we'll see how that goes.

All in all, best thing about the weekend? Watching the little videos Teres took of the concert with our camera, where her fangirl shrieks can plainly be heard over the din. She's been blushing nonstop, I'm working on making one of them my Windows startup noise.

Teresa has decided to become a full-time groupie.

Not just the type who gushes about her band online, pins posters around her room and writes "Mrs. Bon Jovi" on her notebooks, although she does that too (not the Mrs. part, she said she has no interest in leaving our marriage or breaking his; I believe she has in mind more of a sophisticated arrangement, like a time-share). No, she plans to be the one who follows her band, concert to concert, city to city, country to country, becoming friends and confidant to the road crew. The fact that we're broke has no bearing on this. You can't deny your calling. She has already begun looking into which countries allow you to sell your children.

Yesterday, on an extended and carefully planned last minute whim, she flew to Boston to see Bon Jovi in concert. She's even now in the air on her way back, possibly without waiting for the plane. With her are the well-wishes, advice, and (in some cases) open envy of the other ladies on the Bon Jovi forum she frequents. They have kept up on her doings from other forum members at the concert who are calling in song-by-song updates, and from me, as I've been hearing from Teresa and posting on her behalf with her account. (I am, apparently, "Mr. Teresa.")

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Well, that was fun.

Dreamweaver was giving me problems yesterday so I rebooted. Or, rather, I turned my computer off and it came back up partway. The graphic image of your motherboard logo or graphics card that you see for a second before your system starts loading? It stopped there. That's kinda weird.

Memory was fine, checked it in different slots and tried different memory sticks.
Blew out all the dust everywhere.
Video card was fine.
Unplugged all the drives, same thing.
Had it down to either the power supply, the motherboard, or the chip. None of which I could easily test without buying the components.

Here's the difficult bit: Office Depot has a clearance price on an HP Pavillion computer that's better than what I have now: $399 after rebate. Tempting. Read the rest of this entry »

According to my daily balance e-mail, I was suddenly about $200 down. While it's possible it could be from backed up gas station charges, I checked anyway.

And lo and behold, there were 5 pending charges from companies I'd never heard of and have never done business with: passhlp.com, kdeweb.net, fileservicehelp.com, com-pay.com, and userhelponline.com. The charges were all for amounts around $39.

My bank can't dispute them till they actually charge against my account, so I have to wait till they clear and then get them taken off, right before a banking holiday and long weekend. In the meantime, I killed the card to prevent more of my money being siphoned and now I get to wait for the new card and the fun of updating anyplace where my old card appears.

And I'm not one to throw my card number around. Amazon has it, and PayPal, and a few companies I have standing orders with. Mostly I use PayPal. So somewhere out there, someone I trusted has spread my card number around.

It also just reminds me that there are companies out there whose standard operating practice is to openly steal from me. Always a good thing to remember. And to check my balance regularly.

Bastards.

Teres is curled across the top of the bed, surfing the web on the laptop. I come in and lie down perpendicular, with my head touching hers. She's lying with her head on her right arm; her hand is now in front of my stomach. She tickles it, and this happens:

"I do believe I was just tickled."
"Did you get a good look at the culprit?"
"I'm still waiting for the field team to finish their work, but I'm pretty sure that it was… you!"
"No, I'm sure you were mistaken. It was a wooly worm."

I grab the offending finger and hold it (carefully) up.

"You are a wooly worm? A four-foot-eleven wooly worm?"
She pouts. "All the other wooly worms made fun of me. They wouldn't let me join their wooly worm gam–"

Now we are both giggling, trying to get our words out.

"You're remarkably woolyless, for a wooly worm."
"I thought you'd prefer it if I shaved."
"That's very thoughtful."
"Thank you."
"So you're like, what, the Godzilla of wooly worms?"
"It's a lonely existence."
"So there should be a young Japanese wooly worm that will become your friend, and then be the only one who can stop you."
"Why would I want someone to stop me?"
"Good point. If a wooly worm comes up to you and speaks Japanese, gish him."
"I don't know if I'd recognise Japanese or Chinese or Korean or… or… any other…"
"…ean," we finish together, giggling again.
"So any wooly worm that speaks anything to you other than American, gish him."
"What about an English wooly worm?"
"Better play it safe."
"Canadian?"
"You can let him go, he'll be more polite than the American ones. In fact, come to think of it, the American wooly worms are as likely to shoot you as any oth–"
"This is how Godzilla gets started!"
"Excuse me?"
"I totally get it. You never know which tiny creature is going to betray you and it gets easier and makes more sense to just start gishing all of them until you get fed up and go back into the ocean."

She crossed her arms over her chest, outrageously indignant and red-faced from holding in the giggles. I hugged her and assured her that I would protect her from all the attacking wooly worms who would dare treat her wrong. She would be free, I promised, to do whatever she wanted without fear of military reprisal.

She said, "Oh, good" and started tickling me again.

This sort of thing happens a lot.

I turn 40 this year. I was joking with my friend Dave (who passed that milestone last year) today and mentioned I was just waiting to see which part would drop off. We made some crude speculations along those lines and laughed about it. A few hours later I bent to open a bag of dog food and got some nice stabbing back pains that settled into a steady ache, which hasn't gone away yet. Usually my rhetorical questions don't get answered quite so quickly… Before the medically-minded mention it, this is not an age-related thing. Lower back pain is a common ailment, especially for people like me with lifelong bad posture who spend the vast bulk of their lives riding a desk. I just enjoyed the irony. I'm off to take a nice 4-in-the-morning walk around the woods and a hot shower, just thought I'd bitch a bit. Ow. Ow. Ow.