The Thanksgiving weekend seems long gone but I had a great time. It was so good to see Susan again. We did alot of catching up, shared some fine food and drink, did a little shopping. Oh and had jello shots, a first for me. I don't recommend the strawberry/tequila ones. Anyway the three days flew by.

This was the third time ever I've had the day after Thanksgiving off, last year I was in Iowa, so this year I decided I'd try the Friday morning shopping thing. Heh. I had no clue that many people were out and about at 6am waiting at the doors to get to those sales. The first place I arrived at was Target at 5:55am, there was a mob outside of the door and the police was there. So skipped that place and decided to go down the block and hit Circuit City. No parking places. It was a mob. So I was back home by 6:20. Forget that. I think I'll work next year.

I did manage to get most of my Christmas shopping done. It's going to be short and sweet this year. I even managed to pick out my own gift: a 20GB IPod. I've not had much time to figure it out yet and I need a teenager to help me figure out ITunes. Seems a little clunky and archaic to me. BUT I haven't read the user's manual yet. Gotta do that.

Well gotta get my butt in gear and get ready for work. Again.

I made it to Wednesday. Now I'm doing the thankful for a four day weekend happy dance. Well that and making it home alive. First snowfall of the season is tonight. Sleeted all the way home and only took an hour and forty-five minutes - I was betting on two hours...so again I'm happy. Phones are off, work can call someone who cares. Ha!

Well I'm not going home this Thanksgiving so turkey day will be a little quiet around here BUT Susan is flying in Friday afternoon for the weekend. I haven't seen her for a few months so we have a lot of drinking catching up to do. She's a little nervous about coming to Detroit but I think it's going to be too cold for many drive by shootings. She's just got to learn to duck down fast. Hear that Susan? Practice on the plane it will make the flight go faster and guarantee you a full body search upon landing. It can be your first Detroit thrill.

Boob update: Healing nicely, only bothers me when I have to jerk the steering wheel hard to cut somebody off. Thanks for all your kind words and I promise never to run any of you nice people off the road. Probably. Never know when I could visit a town near you.

If a person was to do a search on google for "i'm weird", I come out in the top 8. Heh. Jealous?

What do you do or think when someone lies to you? Not a suspected lie or a gut instinct this person just lied, but a proof positive. One that didn't need to be told or offered. It wasn't a lie big enough to amount to anything that mattered like one of those I'd confront the person on the spot. But one of those lies that make you see the person in a new way.

I think I feel a little sad because automatically in my mind the person has lost some of my respect, my trust and they lost a big portion of their credibility. For why? I believe people either lie for some form of self preservation or to manipulate an outcome. Sometimes both. If someone can let a small lie flow out of their lips will big ones flow a little too easy too?

Whatever reason I find the dynamics of that relationship has shifted.

Catchy title huh? I had a breast biopsy today, one of a different nature called a "core biopsy". The procedure did not go well mainly I believe from lack of knowledge regarding the testing. The only instructions I received prior to the procedure was: 1. Be there 30 minutes early. 2. No aspirin, vitamin E or Motrin 5 days prior. The end.

All went well when I got there until they told me I should of had a driver so I could of received the Valium prior to the procedure but since I don't have a driver (chauffeurs day off) I don't get the valium. Lovely. Ok.

The procedure is done on a high table, me flat on my stomach with my right breast hanging down through a hole in the table. I find out as my boob is entrapped in the hole under compression that this is a new machine, a new (sort of) procedure and there will be other physicians and medical personnel observing since this is all new to them. No one asked or cared if I cared to be watched. I wouldn't of cared, but I would of liked to have had that option. There were so many people in the room that at one point the MD doing the procedure asked if some would leave she didn't have room to move.

As the breast is compressed, mammograms are redone and instantly displayed on a computer screen. The computer guides the needle to the exact area of the breast after the calculations are confirmed. The MD loaded my breast up with lidocaine which burned but very tolerable. After another 10 minutes of calculations, explanations etc., the needle - machine guided, is inserted, more mammograms. Then the area is vacuumed out. This hurt like hell. I cried. I'm not a crier. I have a very high threshold for pain. They stopped the suctioning, inserted more lidocaine, waited a couple of minutes and proceeded.

The procedure was never pain free and I never stopped crying. I've had a needle breast biopsy done 2 years ago and I never felt a thing. No problem. This was completely different. I was flat on my stomach in this position for about 75 minutes including the 15 minutes of compression and ice being applied to control the bleeding and only steri-strips were applied to the wound. After that I was allowed to sit up for a couple of minutes before I was taken down the hall for more mammograms. Apparently a metal clip was inserted in my breast to mark the exact location of the biopsy in case they need to repeat the procedure to remove more tissue.

I don't think so.

I had to wait 30 minutes more before I could leave the hospital and I was given orange juice and Tylenol ES due to the fact I was shaking and having a little bit of trouble holding the glass. The doctor interviewed me of what I thought of the procedure since this was the first time it had been used and she wanted my opinion on if they should continue using it or using the machine they normally use. Now that's a no brainer.

My after care instructions: Don't use my right arm for 48 hours. Umm...I need to drive home, an hour away from the hospital. Wear a sports bra for several days. Ok, I don't own one and this is a poor time to go shop. No shower for 24 hours and remove the steri-strips on Friday. I have yet to figure out how to shower tomorrow without getting my boobs wet. Sounds like a future blog entry, no?

Now I think I'm going to go to bed. It's been a rough day and all of it seems very surreal.

Well just because I'm bored and needed a break from mopping the kitchen floor I took the test. Now I guess I'll go investigate the bathroom floors that's about all I'm planning to change in the world on this day. Funny how exciting small talk can be when scrubbing toilets is the alternative.

Yesterday I signed up for Pubsub, a service that matches prior set keywords and gives you hits from newswires, blogs or whatever. I made the mistake yesterday of having "Detroit" as one of the keywords. Then the crap happened last night and this morning I was bombarded with hits.

Now we have all the finger pointing going on. Fans fault, players fault, the Palace's security is at fault. Give me a break.

File charges on the fans, file charges against the players involved and fire the players. This is their job right? Zero tolerance for work place violence. Sometimes you really need to clean house and take the garbage out. Can their asses and make a real statement for a change.

Seems real damn easy to me.

This whole story just boggles my mind. I can't help wondering what I would think and do if I'm eating a meal and see an image of the Virgin on my food. I can't come up with an answer for that.

I remember once years ago while driving through Illinois with my friend Susan seeing a cloud in the western sky that so resembled a penis it's forever burned in my memory. As a several hundred foot penis should be. We still talk about it. When you see something bizarre it's forever with you.

But now I'm wondering what a picture like that would go for on Ebay.

But back to the Virgin I wish I could say I couldn't see her image on this grilled cheese, oh but I do. No, I'm not bidding on it. I'm not sure I'll ever eat grilled cheese again either.

Sunday morning and I'm up at 5:30, what's with that? But the coffee is good, the complex is quiet and there is something about this time of day that soothes the soul.

A friend of mine introduced me to "podcasting" this week. Seems others call it audioblogging. I can tell you very quickly what I do and don't know about it, which there is alot I don't know. It's basically what it sounds like voice blogging to your website. Some of them you need special software to listen too but I find that most I just hit the link if I'm using AOL and it streamlines without downloading. Yea! I have enough crap on this computer.

So after listening to several "podcasts" I've found on Audio.weblogs.com yesterday and today the jury is still out. I think if you find one that hits your interests you'll keep coming back just like to your favorite weblogs. Also just like weblogs you might have to sift through some crap before you find a jewel. I've noticed as I sit here and cruising sites on the web and listening to podcasts I've tuned out what's being said. But I have a short attention span. Short and sweet is more up my alley.

So that's what I know for now, if you want to know more do a google search, there are a ton of links.

You know I have no clue if highpoint is high point, so I'm going with highpoint. Yes another Monday and my mind is reduced to a pile of stressed, depressed, mushy gooey stuff. It's been one of those days where I walk in the door turn on Jimi really loud and try to vibrate the goo into sparking a few neurons to get me through the evening.

So I'm flipping through news and blogs and not seeing a whole lot of anything that can hold my attention past the first line until I get to Gordon's question.

So that's it, my highpoint (high point) so thank you Gordon for quivering my goo. I think I'll keep it on my computer at work tomorrow.

Well it's has taken me literally hours but my comments are closed from beginning to November 2004. Today I ate my lunch closing comments, talked on the phone to my friends and family closing comments. I've smoked damn near a pack of cigarrettes closing comments. I will dream of ...click, click, click, click tonight I'm sure. But you know what? I won't have 100's of fucking spam comments when I wake up in the morning or come home from work. Can we have an amen?

To all the people that I've re-pinged today from old posts, I apologize.

Now I plan on not leaving the comments open for more than 2 weeks, if I ever figure out what is wrong with MT Blacklist I might go three...maybe. I am now ever so thankful my posting has been light the last few months. Still over 800 posts was a damn lot to close.

Now I'm going to bed, I feel like I've been playing a Pogo marathon or something. Damn.

Oh...and also, I think I have the ban on "men" fixed here now. Please let me know if you have anymore problems leaving a comment, except you Bob, I don't give a damn.

I'm cruising through internet sites this morning and the whining and self pity of the liberals is...well...sort of sickening.

I particulary love this:

Now that George W. Bush has been officially elected, single, sexy, American liberals - already a threatened species - will be desperate to escape.

Escape? Please walk freely away. Run on home to Mommy. Being a loser is bad enough, but to be a name calling, whining, crying loser is just so....ewww.

Isn't it just a bitch to be a minority after thinking for so long you are a majority? Dang that must hurt. So just cry it all out, go ahead, get it out of your system.

I just had the most interesting experience on my own blog. I tried to post a comment on a earlier post and it wouldn't let me. It said I had "questionable content: men. Please edit my entry." Huh?

Now I've questioned men and their comments my whole life but I've not set up my blog to do it for me. Now I don't have filters set up, I'm not even sure there are filters for MT...so what's the deal? Anybody else had any problems posting here?

I have a feeling it might have something to do with MT Blacklist which I've been having a few problems with as of late...but once again I'm clueless.

Looks like Dean Esmay got the early scoop on crap that took place in Detroit last night. You had to look long and hard to find the Free Press story: Tension in Michigan.

Color me shocked.

And I'm quite pleased about it too.

Amidst all the spam mail I had an interesting letter from a TV show interested in the weirdness surrounding Hugo Selenski and the Hugoists. Yep over 1300 comments on that post now. It still just boggles my mind on how I stepped into this with that stupid blank look on my face.

I flew back into Detroit today...the title says it all. Virginia was gorgeous, sunny, 70's, and the vivid autumn colors were spectacular.

I'm glad to see Detroit is still here although left over smoke from Devil's Angel's Nights is still in the air. Not much in the paper about it of course, just a little paragraph that says that the fires on the night of October 30th were up over 22% from last year. Obviously the increased patrolling, teen curfew and the ban on buying fuel in a container didn't help much. Maybe it's not teens doing it? Adults? How's that for spooky.

What has scared the crap out of me: Blog Spam. In 3 days I've managed to accumulate at least 400 comment spam. Nasty stuff too. Usually I get an email for every comment but not this time. I only had about 80 pieces of mail from the blog comments that were spam. Any clue how a spam comment can be added to my blog without triggering the email to me?

For more scarey stuff: back to work tomorrow. Ugh. To top it off my stomach is rolling and rebeling. I had a few swallows of some orange juice this morning that had a "different" taste. I can still taste it. I think it's literally going to come back to haunt me real soon damn it.