My 40th podcast, some workshit on my day off, and also a is YouTube romance may be on the rise. :)

My lameass PSA 

I spent the better part of yesterday afternoon at my oncologists office, doing my annual (should be bi-annual) full checkup with Dr. F. I do what I can go get it all knocked out in one day if possible. Bloodwork, vaccines, TB/HIV/STD tests (ADD? OCD? LMNOP?), xrays, and of course check on my cancer levels. While I was standing around waiting for the machines to warm up, I had a very surreal moment to myself. It’s been 3yrs since I got the big C (news I got literally hours before seeing the boy who first broke my heart) and these big, scary machines have been a ubiquitous part of my life since then. It’s amazing to me that here are these machines sitting there containing giant clusters of wires and circuits and bits that can keep me safe and ahead of the risk. Just a weird moment where it once again became very real. Dr. F was, again, very happy to see me. I don’t think I have to do those other tests this time — the ones where I have to drink that nasty milky gunk and then get injecteed with the dye — which I’m glad about, it all really depends on how my blood levels look. Should be getting results back later this week. Dr. F looked at my chart history today and mentioned that after 3yrs of clean bloodwork, I’m more or less “home free”. I’ll probably continue the checkups for the rest of my life though, and I fell 100% OK with that.

Though I never forget that I’m a cancer survivor, I sometimes forget the seriousness of what I went through in the summer of 04. It’s good when I have grown-up days like this one, always gives me some perspective. Suddenly the little things that don’t matter actually are little things that don’t matter and I’m just grateful and happy to be right where I am. Also I apparently start invoking the introspective wistfulness of Angela Chase. Shoot me.

Meet my inner circle of friends, they’re damn fools and crack me up. Also an exciting new crush on a boy from YoutTube.

Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down. 

UPDATE: I ran late getting to the clinic and they weren’t able to take me today. Gotta race over there afterwork tomorrow. There’s no big scare happening, I’m just trying to get on top of my stuff. Got an appt next week for a full cancer check-up, too. Fun fun fun.

Metup with Mike & Jess today for a bite @ New Wave, turns out the drive to that wedding later this month is like, SEVEN hours. We’re trying to figure out a gameplan and a cheap way to do it all… our broke asses live up in the Heights for a reason, mmkay? But I think we’re all looking fwd to the trip and to see our beloved Jax get hitched. We went to see Evening after dinner. Quickthoughts: Claire Danes should not have long wispy hair in her face, it needs to be short and choppy b/c any other way just makes her look witchy and pinched. Hugh Dancy blew me away in every scene he had, I LOVED his whole performance. Meryl Streep had the quickest and most unecessary part in the movie, I didn’t need to see her trying to cuddle up in bed wearing all those layers and makeup. Patrick Wilson has a strange forehead and plumpy lips, something about it doesn’t look natural. Toni Collette never ceases to work wonders with what she’s given, even a dull character and simple lines. I’m convinced that Vanessa Redgrave smeared the camera lens with vaseline before every take b/c that bitch was supposed to be senile and decaying yet had not one wrinkle on her face. Deathbed dementia never looked so pretty. It was a good girly movie but I’d wait for the DVD.

I went to see the Anti-Gravity show @ the Hammerstein the other day. I went thinking it might be sort of a De La Guarda/Cirque De Soleil type thing. Not so much. More like a bunch of muscular boys and girls on pogosticks and bungee chords doing synchronized acrobatics and semi-strip routines.

Next to this it was the gayest display I’ve ever seen.