Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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Home sick, television not helping.

Well, I'm home sick today, currently presenting two out of the five primary symptoms of streptococcal sore throat. (Quoth my mother, "Honey, you are the only person I know who says 'Mommy, I've got strep' by announcing that you're presenting primary symptoms of something I can't pronounce.") Big fun for the whole family! For the morbidly curious, I'm feeling deeply unwell, have marked swelling of the throat and tonsils, difficulty swallowing, tender lymph nodes, and so much red inflammation that I look like one of my own manuscripts post-editing pass. Not much fun.

In an effort to make myself feel better, I've been catching up on some of the television that's been building up while I was off doing other things, like writing, editing, and attempting to have a life. Well, let's see. How about The Eleventh Hour? Crazy science always makes me feel better! Yeah! And this episode is about...

...smallpox getting loose in Philadelphia. Right. Well, now that I'm sick and deeply disturbed, what about watching some ReGenesis? Originally created for Canadian television, ReGenesis really seems to have been created with me in mind, since it's sort of a crazy cross between Numb3rs and House, only instead of fighting either crime or weird medicine, they fight genetic crime and monstrosities of science. ReGenesis will make me feel better! And the first episode of season one is about...

...a horrible hybrid of camel pox and Ebola getting loose in Canada. Right.

I'm going back to bed.
Tags: mad science, media addict, medical fu, pandemic time, too much tv
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Also, last night I dreamed that you were explaining the plot of Toby 5 to me in a subterranean cavern filled with transparent bats. There was a mysterious cabal of men who worshipped giant eggs of all kind and were ritually smashing them with tiny hammers to make in to an ostrich-themed mortar for the brick wall of their clubhouse. You ordered the men to act out key scenes of the book, which they sheepishly agreed to do. So basically I think I have taken delivery of YOUR fever-dream and you should add another symptom to the list.
I notice your icon is a photo of one of Jean Greenhowe's topsy-turvy dolls. I'm halfway through one and have lost the pattern book!!! (it's gotta be somewhere in this house!!)
Do you have patterns?
Alas, I don't. This one was knitted by my husband's grandmother many years ago and 4000 kilometers away, and currently resides in his mother's medical clinic, where small children use it to express their ambiguous feelings about (a) not being in school but (b) being at the doctor's office.
*sigh*
I'll find the book someday! Looking for it has already resulted in 90% of the yarn getting organized.
...dude, I want to have had that dream.