When Your Beloved Loves Media You Hate – And Has to Share

In a cruel twist of fate, Netflix’s Watch It Now has Dune. For some unfathomable reason, my husband and his best friend love this movie. I not only hate the movie, I hate the novel as well.

He had to watch it. This was a visceral need, it seemed. He felt that it was one of those things that had to be shared as well.

Did it stop there? Oh no. He found something worse – something he admitted was “cracky” bad. What was it? Star Slammer. Imagine if you will, combining the production values of a fan film with 70s bad acting and lots of excuses to show naked breasts. This movie, however, did not have the finesse of a Troma film. No. It was just atrocious.

Now, I do like the occasional bad movie. Some my husband and I share a perverted love for. One such movie is Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus:

 

This is a movie with no false advertising!

So, anything you and your love torture each other with?

Virus from Hades, Free eBook Sources, and Puppets

So, I am finally able to (somewhat) function. I woke up Sunday with the worst head cold I have ever had. It seems to be working its way through all of Southeast Michigan.

I have some books to review in the very near future. But, I will say I have discovered a plethora of free ebooks that I will be discussing in future post or more. I have to actually go through the quality of the sites.

The other thing I recently discovered was that Detroit used to be a puppetry capital world wide. The Detroit Institute of Arts has one of the largest collections of puppetry in the world. Unfortunately, most of it – like most of their collections – is not on display.

How did I find this out? Through a failed attempt to take my 3 year old nephew to a puppet show at PuppetART! He was being 3, and, as such, decided that he was not going to leave the house, goshdarnit. His parents have been traveling a lot for work so he really didn’t want to go anywhere. We played games instead.

Now, I’m supposed to be going to dinner on Sunday where my nephew is treating DH and I to an anniversary steak dinner. I hope DH doesn’t come down with this cold so badly that we can’t go! (I’m well on recovery, it is just lingering now.)

The Universe Conspires

Last week Monday I tried to get a prescription refilled. This particular drug is not supposed to be stopped suddenly, so I called three business days prior to running out. I even got a call back to clarify what I needed.

On Thursday, I went to get my port flushed – a way to avoid L.ovenox. The nurses took one look at me and made me see the PA, Ms. Clarity. I was informed I had the stomach flu that has been going around. As per usual, she asked me about any prescriptions I might need. For some reason, I had a hunch that Dr. Sunshine’s office had not called in my prescription. I was right.

I called Dr. Professor’s office and asked that Ms. Clarity call in the prescription. I then went home and found myself sleeping until the next day.

My DH went to pick it up later that night to find that the pharmacy’s fax had died and there was a back-up of unfilled – possibly lost – prescriptions.

The next morning, the pharmacy did not have the prescription so DH called to find out why from Dr. Professor’s office. He had been on the phone trying to figure out what had happened to the prescription all day when I woke up very late. He had left multiple messages with the office’s staff and the pharmacy.

I called the pharmacy and explained my situation at about 6:30. Even showing up at about 9 to see if it was there then.

Luckily for me, due to the nature of the drug, the pharmacy was allowed to give me a 5 day emergency prescription fill.

So, on this just past Monday, I went to Dr. Professor’s office to get the prescription in hand. The medical assistant who had taken my husband’s message was most apologetic and said I could yell at her. I didn’t. She went to yell at Ms. Clarity.

Ms. Clarity said she had used the electronic prescription service to send it in at 8:42 PM. I asked if she had sent it to the right pharmacy as the pharmacy had said they would call when it came in. She called the pharmacy and they said it was ready for pick-up.

I went to my pharmacy and they didn’t have it. There are two pharmacies on the same road – but in two neighboring cities. The prescription was at the wrong store!

Why did it take a whole week to fill a simple prescription? Is the universe conspiring?

Oh, on top of that? The hard drive with all of my data – knitting patterns, old documents, back-ups, etc. – has become unreadable.

Today? We have a snowstorm to stop me from going to get a new hard drive for my laptop as it is quickly becoming too full.

I think the universe is conspiring to make my life much harder than it need be. Perhaps SMR (my pekingese) has the right idea of sleeping all the time.

Just to be clear. I don’t really assign blame to anyone as this really was a comedy of errors.

New Zune for an Audiobook Addict

The day before Thanksgiving my beloved Creative Zen 40 GB died for the final time. I listen to audiobooks while I am cooking, cleaning, and crafting. It makes the time pass in a way where I don’t feel like I’m missing too much reading time. It also helps when the eyes get tired to have a book to listen to instead of reading.

417ZyubggULNow, I spent half the night trying to fix it. DH came in and asked the normal, “Did you try X?” series of questions. The last option left was to find a new hard drive to install into the controllers. Well, for the same price I could get a new MP3 player that included video.

Now, video was not a primary concern, what was a concern was an ability to hold lots of music, podcasts, and lots of audiobooks. The audiobook capability should include using the library’s system.

I looked at the iPods and was rather dismayed to see how small their storage capacity was. Most of the people I know who travel or tend to listen most of the day want large capacity hard drives on their media device so they don’t have to do too much space management.

I spent a good portion of the rest of the night looking up which devices got the best reviews. Microsoft’s Zune 120 GB Video MP3 Player (Red)won on size plus price. The comparative iPod is just overpriced.

So, the first thing I did was email Audible to have my Creative Zen deactivated. It is impossible to deactivate a dead device without contacting customer support. It was very important to me to be able to put my audiobooks on the new Zune.

On Black Friday, DH found the Zune 120 GB Video MP3 Player (Red) for a great deal – including the car package – and bought it for me. The site claimed “Next Day Delivery.” Now, they have a strange interpretation of “Next Day Delivery.” It took about 2 weeks to get it. I don’t think that normally qualifies as “Next Day Delivery,” but I could be wrong. (This was Dell, for those interested in such matters.)

Finally, my Zune 120 GB Video MP3 Player (Red) arrived. I immediately connected it to my laptop and started finding all the bugs. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love the device, but, like all electronics, it has its flaws. The first one was an error that fixed itself. It couldn’t find music I had burned to my computer while saying it was there. This mysteriously fixed itself after a therapeutic reboot. I had even found references to the issue in the support forums.

The next issue is that I can’t connect to my home network for some reason. I know the password is correct – but long – and it just won’t connect. The error? Wrong password. Nope, it’s the right password.

I have been putting all my music on the Zune 120 GB Video MP3 Player (Red) . I have even bought a couple of things off of the Zune Marketplace. If I were employed (I’m looking!), I would get a Zune Pass. The Zune Pass is $14.99 USD a month for unlimited listening and the ability to buy 10 songs each month automatically. That is a very good deal and I am going to try and convince DH that it would be a good idea for us since the local station that used to be where you heard new music has stopped playing music. Well, except for Ed Love’s Destination Jazz. I’m pretty sure they would have been inundated with calls and threats of loss of support (NPR) if they pulled his show. (The man knows every Jazz legend ever, or so it seems.)

I love the interface. I love my Zune 120 GB Video MP3 Player (Red). And, after a heck of a year, it was a great present for Christmas.

Oh, I have also discovered that you can play the video on a television if you want.

Do you have an MP3 player and how did you come to have the one you have?

Note: If you got multiples of this – including a weird looking one – I apologize. I was trying out a bit of new blogging software and it over rode my template. That is just a great big NO for any further use. I’m sticking with BlogDesk.

Dust + Cold = Hibernation

Yes, I am behind on writing posts. I got a new entertainment unit and, well, this has stirred up a great deal of dust. I’m allergic to dust. I also have an inspirational pekingese who has no desire to get up in the morning or afternoon. I believe 5:45 is evening.

Did I mention we have been in single digits?

I’m going to get back to posting what I normally do. But, all my DVDs and most of my VHS tapes now have a home. Next? The books, of course. I am even ridding myself of a few.

Anyone else tackling their media collections?

A Week of Doctors and Veterinarians

This week I had an appointment with my gynecological oncologist, Dr. Sunshine, as well as my normal monitoring appointments. (When doing chemotherapy, you get a lot of blood drawn – not as much as during IVF, but close.) I also had to take my poor, itching (from allergies) pekingese to the veterinarian.

Dr. Sunshine had to inform me that I have to stay on pain killers until after chemo because with the nature of the chemo I have, it is just too hard to try and wean off of them until after I am done with my last two chemos. I am on the lowest possible dose, but I still don’t like it. He answered a bunch of questions we had had that only he could really answer – if there were answers. Overall, it was a good appointment even if we did wait two hours to see him. (Practicing out of 11 hospitals means you are a very busy man.) I did chide him about not having anything for Ovarian Cancer Awareness month. (My post is coming for this after Labor Day.)

My poor pekingese! Not only is he itching up a storm, he has developed a bad urinary tract infection with bladder stones. I nearly broke down in tears at the vet’s office when she told us he needed surgery. DH and I don’t want him to go into surgery until his itching and scratching are under control. He has been waking us up in the wee hours of the morning scratching his back and barking in frustration as a very itchy dog will do.

Here is the problem, benadryl does nothing for my pekingese. In the past we have always had to put him on steroids for about two weeks every year. Since it was such a limited time, we didn’t feel he needed shots or such. My mother’s peke is going to start allergy shots, so it isn’t like we wouldn’t do it if we thought it was necessary. While I was in the hospital, SMR developed his urinary tract infection and we had to take him off the steroids and on antibiotics. This meant his itching came back with a vengeance.

Oh, did I mention that to prevent itching means minimizing his time outside while keeping his stones under control until surgery means having him out to pee as often as possible?

Now, the vet finally told us it is ok to give him loratadine for allergies. This seems to be working better for his itching than anything less than steroids has ever.

This was supposed to have been DH’s vacation week and we spent 7 hours in various doc’s offices. Some vacation, huh?

Silly Stress In Marital Money Minutiae

Mr. MLOKnitting and I have been at each other’s throats of late. No, our marriage is in no danger. It is from too much together time, I think. Let no one say that Ovarian Cancer and chemotherapy is any less stressful than infertility treatments!

Grumpasaurus could be used to describe either of us from Friday until today. This has been intermittently punctuated with one or the other of us saying, “I love you,” in a most pathetic and meaningful way. With that single statement we are also saying, “I’m sorry I’m being such a grump,” and “I don’t mean to hurt you,” and everything else a couple needs to say when we are done fighting – or at least think we are.

How did this start? Well, it started with a toe-up socks knitting book I’d forgotten I had ordered coming in the mail. It was an extravagance! (I admit to the book addiction and will make no apologies for choosing books over food. I am already planning on casting on one of the patterns.) This caused a bit of a row. Accusations of boxes coming every day flew about the air. That most of those boxes had contained pie plates ordered for him escaped mention in his tirade.

The next morning I had to have DH take me to the Farmer’s Market for fresh tomatoes as I have been inexplicably losing my balance without even the warning of dizziness. There he indulged in buying some tomatoes – a complete surprise to me. This man, though wonderful in many ways, hates shopping as no other activity. I thought he was acting so well. The previous fit forgotten for the moment.

A trip to the Co-Op brought back to a fever his grumpiness over expensive lemon juice that does not have corn additives. There is only the one. With a corn allergy, my diet is much more expensive than average. DH was feeling more miserly than even normal as I had dragged him to the Farmer’s Market on Saturday morning and then to the Co-Op to get that aforementioned lemon juice. I then got to hear that buying some lemons and squeezing them would be cheaper and get me just as many lemons. The idea that that would be cheaper in time and money is so ludicrous that I knew this was rooted in other issues.

Now, we all know that men dislike not being in control. It finally occurred to me that the total loss of control had suddenly caused my husband to focus on lemon and lime juice as the root of all of our problems. Somehow, controlling the lemon and lime juice – a key to my cooking, I admit – would regain control of our world.

I was still annoyed.

Some friends from my husband’s side were in from out of town and he spent Saturday evening with them. This was good. Most everyone there was already somewhat aware of the events of the last year and half and thus he could give a quick synopsis to the only ones who did not know what was happening. Their personalities are such that the conversation would quickly meander in a new direction so he was able to escape for an evening.

Sunday morning I heard he was going to get some breakfast. Without telling me he went a visiting once again. Now, normally, this would not bother me one bit. The issue being, in reality, that we had been much annoyed at one another this past weekend. Shoot, I had been pushing him to get out of the house and do something other than work! I was just mad from him being mad and thus that silly cycle a couple can get into remained.

How to break this cycle of nonsense? Well, send him off to visit some other friends for the rest of the day. And, it doesn’t hurt he brought me something sweet back.

My Crazy Past

In a time of insanity, I volunteered to run programming for a local science fiction and linux convention. Why do I mention this? The hullabaloo around the BlogHer’09 problems. DH has forbidden me from doing this again, btw. Many spouses have done the same for their significant others. I wonder why…

I think BlogHer’s conference people could learn from SMOFs. Wait, I need to define SMOFs, don’t I? SMOFs are Secret Masters Of Fandom. Fandom is science fiction fandom. Somehow, on a shoestring budget, fans are able to run a ton of conventions that meet the needs of hobbyists, semi-professionals, and professionals. Of course, all SMOFs are insane.

Let’s take a look at what is involved at a science fiction convention. The leader of the insane is known as the ConChair. This is the person who supervises all of the other lunatics running the various departments. There is normally an assistant or three ConChair as well. These foolishly brave individuals are normally slated to become ConChair in the next year or three. Working that closely with the ConChair means you get a bit of the headache. For some reason, ConChairs rarely last more than 3 years. Hrm…

The largest jobs after the ConChair are those of the Consuite Chair, Programming Chair, and Registration. The Treasurers I have spoken with tell me their job isn’t that bad. I would disagree, but then remember that all of them are accountants and are thus from another planet than me. Publicity and Program Book are reliant on everyone else doing their jobs, so have a different kind of stress.

In Michigan there are our famous ConSuites. The ConSuite is the place paying members can go throughout the conference to find munchies – not meals – munchies. Meals you are on your own for unless you pay for the banquet on Saturday night – or a coffee clutch. If you are over 21, you can even get good beer in the ConSuite. The ConSuite is also where new victims, er, SMOFs, are recruited to run the following year’s conventions. The people who know how to run a successful ConSuite are worth their weight in gold. They always have their own budget and staff.

Next, of course, is the person who negotiates the hotel contract. Believe it or not, Science Fiction Conventions are known for how well-behaved we are compared to other convention and conference goers. We know we freak out hotel staff with our costuming and live action role-playing games, so we enforce most rules with a Zero Tolerance Policy. Hotel contracts get easier with repeat visits to the same hotels. Most of the time, WorldCons are at sites that have larger regional / national conventions so the hotels know what to expect. Everything is nailed out in these contracts. The people that do these contracts are highly skilled. I’m not among them, but, I have great respect for the folks who do this particular bit of preparation.

As to Zero Tolerance? Yes, we do throw people out without a refund. This is a very effective deterrent since that means the person can no longer get to the great food and beer in the ConSuite. For that matter, they can’t attend any of the awesome parties that happen each night.

The negotiated hotel contract is vital for programming to know what space they are going to have, room rates, corkage fees, etc. All of that has to be known up-front in order to avoid a variety of disasters and misunderstandings.

Now, programming, which for some reason I keep blocking out, has several subdepartments. At a science fiction convention, there is usually the general fannish track, the Art and/or Filk Track, the Gaming Track, and, in the case of the linux convention, the Technical Track. Several Michigan conventions also have a Science Track because, after all, it is Science Fiction. Many also have writing workshops with limited sign up space because it is Science Fiction. Each of these tracks will have a sub-head to run the minutiae of the track. The Programming Head often doubles as the general fannish track head, but not always. Larger conventions may also have a children’s track, anime track, etc.

Programming is hard. Think banging head against brick wall hard? You get to wrangle up panelists. You have to come up with descriptions for each of the panels. You have to make certain not to put mortal enemies on the same panel without having someone who can keep them from reenacting Dragonball Z during the panel between them. You have to make sure to give your panelists and GoHs (Guests of Honor) enough time to eat, sleep and take care of worldly needs even as you abuse them to maximize your are trying to create a panel for everyone.

No one is ever 100% happy with your choices. It just won’t happen. The Filkers (type of musician) will complain they were too close to someone whose noise interrupted their quieter group. If they are in a nice quiet area, they will complain no one can find them. Some will complain that there wasn’t enough dinner hour programming while others complain that the dinner hour programming made it impossible to get to the best panels. It really is a no win situation. Oh, and programming gets blamed when life happens such that a panel must be cancelled or changed.

Now, all is not gloom and doom. You roll with the punches and can create awesome new programming from what is learned from the panels of the year before.

Now, before utter insanity came into being, I often ran the Dance in association with the Masquerade. There are fan groups that are 100% devoted to only the Masquerade and can swoop in and run yours within your guidelines. There are folks who can run Gaming, Filk, and other tracks. It is wrangling all of those folks that gets hard.

The Party Quandary

Now, as to parties. Fandom has parties. Some are official – the ConSuite might be considered a party. Some are private. Some are open to anyone making their way through. Anything that is advertised on the bulletin boards or such must meet certain rules. Those rules vary from convention to convention, but, they all tend to have the same flavor.

Party floors are designated with the hotel contract. If you are going to have a party, you must be on a designated party floor. They are not tolerated on the “quiet floors.” (Because mature SF Conventions tend to sell out hotels – and even overflow hotels – this is rather easily managed.) Badge checking must be enforced at the parties, just like the ConSuite. This enforces two rules – paying attendees only, and no one under 21 at inappropriate parties.

Another thing that is done to encourage public parties that encourage mixing is to hold party contests. A popular prize is that a portion – or even all – of the hotel room costs are picked up by the convention for the winning party. This encourages some truly original parties. These contests may be up for popular vote, or, a group of judges is selected from crusty old fans who have “seen it all.”

As to private parties? There are such things as the Port Tastings and ElvenToast that are invite only that everyone knows about. I’m pretty sure I could get an invite, but haven’t got an interest in either so why bother. There are also the Mad Scientist parties – invite only – where they discuss their continued attempts to achieve low earth orbit from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Why yes, they did all go to Northern Michigan University where there is more snow than sense in the middle of winter. Some of the private parties are business related. Some are not. No one even thinks to be offended because they know to be low-key. Well, as low-key as a party at a Science Fiction Convention can be.

SWAG?

Give me a break. SWAG is going to exist at every conference and convention ever that has existed or will exist. That’s the one I think is the funniest.

I think that the BlogHer folks could learn a lot from the fannish convention community. As long as this post is, I have barely scratched the surface of what is involved by an all volunteer organization in creating a place that is welcoming of hobbyists, semi-professionals, and professionals.

You want to know something really telling? I’m not allowed to give out names, but the big convention runners of Usenix all started out running science fiction conventions.

Mel’s 61st Show and Tell : The Lake I Live On

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I decided to enjoy the beach on the lake I live on.

Well, one of the two community beaches. From the smaller one, I took pictures of the lake – including the lagoon I live on – to show all of you.

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Mel’s 60th Show and Tell : DH Succumbs and Knitting

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Click on the chalkboard to go see the rest of the class.

Two things this week for Mel’s Show and Tell:

  • I’ve got deck furniture!
  • A pic of WIP, Lady Entrelac Shawl. (With the furniture.)

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Lady Entrelac is the shawl in the basket on the big table and the chair by the smaller table.

Now I can enjoy the out-of-doors and watch the swans, turtles, ducks, and other wildlife out over my deck.

Now, there will be no need to haunt DH about patio furniture… Maybe I should now start thinking about wood flooring for our upstairs.