Wednesday, January 30, 2013


I'm headed to a sleep clinic this evening for overnight observation, related to the problems I've had with snoring and cessation of breathing.  It may also help out assorted tiredness and other tangential issues I may be having.

I have a few things to take care of before the appointment at 10pm, including a pack of paperwork that requests a lot of the same information at least three times.  (Name, address, SSN, allergies, etc.)

Now I'm basically killing time until I have to do the routine (that actually feels a lot like the beginning of the day routine): freshly shower, get fresh clean clothes (for sleeping), avoid the caffeine and eating late dinner.  I'm already off the food clock, and have been since 6:30.  I have a strawberry banana smoothie I'll consume about an hour before I go.

The itinerary is that I go, get hooked up to whatever they hook up, then sleep until my release at 5am.  I'm not looking forward to the early morning, but at least I can come back and take a nap.  Is that in the spirit of the thing?  I'm not sure.

They say you can bring a book, but you're basically going there to go to sleep, so I don't think I'll bother.  I'm eagerly anticipating being wired and electroded up to some beeping machines, so we'll see how I come out on the other side, having spent a night having every move recorded, videotaped, and analyzed while in an office block off one of the busiest streets in KC.

Fun? Fun!

Monday, January 28, 2013

The Window of the Soul

It kinda felt like this
I recently received a mandated notice from my insurance company stating that I had been paying for my vision insurance for three years and had never used it.  They were required by law to let me know, in case I wanted to do anything about it.

And today, I did something about it: I went to my eye exam appointment.

And I came out with a very discouraging sense of self-image.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Concerning Lance Armstrong

Photo: AP/Courtesy of Harpo Studios, Inc./George Burns
This last week, Oprah had her much-advertised interview with current cycling pariah Lance Armstrong.  After several months of him being drummed out of the sport and from the board of his charity for his history of doping, he went on TV and admitted that he had done all those things that people thought he did.  I don't know why this interview was supposed to be interesting, except to hear him sit there and eat poo.

The day it first aired, I was going to make an elaborate and overly earnest satire post about the fact that he was ruining his career, and how he shouldn't say such things because people will lose faith in what he's doing!

And then I realized I didn't care.

He cheated.  It's been apparent for quite some time that he had.  And while he managed to be slightly more clever about it than all the guys who were caught sooner, he still cheated.

And that's his legacy.  All of those bracelets, all those races, all that cancer recovery: that goodwill has been squandered.  I'm not personally disappointed or disenchanted because of his behavior.  But I am fascinated at how long he went on denying when it became rather obvious that he might very well be cheating.

But then, they all do, don't they?