After a VERY long broken gif hiatus, Boromir and the Ninja Wizards is back online!

Woot!

h/t Michael Williams

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You Are Emerald Green

Deep and mysterious, it often seems like no one truly gets you. Inside, you are very emotional and moody - though you don't let it show. People usually have a strong reaction to you... profound love or deep hate. But you can even get those who hate you to come around. There's something naturally harmonious about you.

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This is what you get for being LAME.

Googlebombing is SOOOOOO 2006.

h/t Patterico

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If the timestamp on this thing posts even remotely correctly, you'll see that it's well after 1am here on the left coast.  Although the insomnia is a constant presence, I was holding it at bay pretty well over the last few weeks courtesy of some sleepytime allergy meds that were helping me get to sleep.  Then this sinus thing came along, with Phinneas Gage pain.  Literally.  I've thought about bashing in the left side of my face more than once in the last week.  It has to be less painful than what has been keeping me up at night.

And really, that's why I went to the damn doctor at all.  I hate fucking doctors, really.  They always want to tell me that they know more than I do about what's wrong with me.  Really, ego man?  Living in my body doesn't give me any clues?  Not to mention that I have TAUGHT doctors before.  Nervous system of the head and neck.  Just happens to be my specialty.

Either that or they want to shit on me for being fat.  Guess what?  That's an easy answer, but it's wrong.  WRONG.  My heart's good, my BP is good, my load-bearing joints are healthy, and frankly, none of that has ANYTHING to do with why my fucking face hurts, thank you very much.

So it's taken me a while to actually go in and see someone.  In fact, I hadn't even been to a primary care doc since before I left NC.  I've been seeing my EXCELLENT, KICK-ASS rheumo like clockwork for a year, and I've been for my annual girly parts checkup, but I've never had a reason to see anyone else.  So I put it off until I couldn't put it off any more.

I actually liked the doc.  I liked that she sat and talked to me for a few minutes, that she seemed interested in making sure the RA was getting taken care of, and that she didn't seem to be in a rush to put me out on the street again.

But I digress.  Evidently the little troll in my ear decided it doesn't like broad spectrum antibiotic therapy.  It is currently throwing a tantrum in my left ear that feels like my teeth are turning to molten lava and my jaw is about to follow suit, and then everything is going to drain out my ear canal.  So I'm propped up on the couch, trying to drink warm chai tea and relax enough to do some meditative breathing in addition to the pain pills I took earlier.  Hopefully that will put the monster off.  It worked this afternoon, but the pain wasn't so intense.

I really don't know how people handled shit like this before good damn drugs.

On the other hand, I think I now know why Van Gogh cut off his ear.

/vent

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Sorry for the lack of posting, but now I know for sure why I have been feeling like poo: I have an ear infection. Courtesy of someone else's child.

As the doctor said today, one of the crappier things about being treated for RA is that you catch EVERYTHING that comes along because the drugs suppress your immune system.  In my case allergies = vulnerable sinuses -> sinus infection -> ear infection.

So excuse me while I suck my thumb and tug on my left ear until the antibiotics kick in.

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The latest BNL video is out, and it pays homage to all of your favorite YouTube vids, from Diet Coke and Mentos to the Numa Numa guy!

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So there's this show on Spike.  It's called Pros vs. Joes.  Basically, wannabe jockstraps with ego problems put themselves on the line in sporting contests versus retired pro athletes.  And it's hosted by funny man USC flunky Petros Papadakis.

It's so pathetic it's funny.  I mean, very few of these guys are even CLOSE to the pros.  And if they do win, it's often a fluke weird thing.  Pretty much the jockstraps are competing to see who gets their ass kicked the LEAST.

But we love it.  We watched it religiously during the first season last spring and laughed our asses off.  This season, I had the TiVo all ready for it, until it crapped out two weeks ago.

And then I forgot to reset the season pass....

Fast forward to last night. I don't know what time it was, but it was between 11pm and 12am.  We'd been laying in bed a while, watching TV (in fact, Top Design was on).  I was flipping channels during a commercial and  came upon the new season of Pros vs Joes.

Needless to say, I was out of bed, down the stairs, and turning the TV on faster than DH could ask "where are you going??".

Mr. Tivo is now set to dutifully record P vs J anytime it comes on.

Heh.

As for the title of this post, that's how we refer to the show in question.

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