Alive on a Sunday
Sep. 27th, 2015 03:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vovatI went to the doctor (but not to the mountains) on the Friday before last because they wouldn't let me get a refill on my medicine otherwise, even though this doctor didn't prescribe it for me in the first place. Then, due to some kind of mix-up, I wasn't able to get the prescription until Tuesday anyway. It's very frustrating that the doctor, insurance company, and pharmacy can't work these things out amongst themselves. I signed up to get my medicine by mail order, but even though the doctor said he okayed it, there was no record of that at CVS Caremark. I ended up having to give them all my information again. I like my current doctor pretty well, but I hate that a doctor visit is inevitably going to include someone asking if I check my blood sugar, which I haven't been doing. I know I should, but I don't want to be shamed for not doing it. The doctor's assistant also mentioned last time that I'd gained weight, but my weight fluctuates a lot without any noticeable catalysts. And I was a scrawny kid, so I'm not really all that concerned about it.
On Thursday, Beth and I went to see our friend Dave's punk band, Dead on a Friday, perform at a bar in Williamsburg (the one in Brooklyn). Here's a picture she took:
It was for the release of their new album, which Beth bought there. Also in attendance was Emmy-winning writer Matt Koff. Two days later, we visited the Museum of Natural History, which has free admission for the year with a New York City ID card. It still costs extra to see special exhibits, though. We weren't able to spend more than three hours there, but we were able to see most of the stuff they had, and we can always come back later. The planetarium is currently closed, but it's scheduled to reopen in late November. (By the way, was actress Hayden Panetierre named after the Hayden Planetarium?) Here are some pictures I took at the museum:
Everybody knows about the blue whale. The room it was in was closed off yesterday, though, so I had to take a picture from behind the ropes in the next room.
An Olmec head, like Mr. Burns gave to the Simpsons.
An Aztec sun disc
Wrathful deities plus Beth, who can be pretty wrathful herself sometimes, like when I spilled soda this afternoon.
The dinosaur exhibits were the most crowded. Is anyone surprised by that?
Can't you imagine this animal starring as a lovable cartoon character?
An extinct species of deer, which is likely the largest that ever existed. I like to imagine it as the Avenger of the Forest. Watch out, hunter who killed Bambi's mom!
You can find more at my Flickr account and my Facebook.
I haven't been writing much about dreams recently, but there have been some recurring themes as of late that I thought would be worth mentioning. I've had a few where I was carrying around a big stack of magazines, often including pornographic ones, and not knowing what to do with them. I had a dream a few nights ago about going to an Oz Convention where no one would talk to me and I couldn't find the merchandise. It wasn't really a bad experience, but those things frustrated me. I haven't been to an Oz Convention since the big one in 2000. I'm debating whether or not to go to the Winkie Convention next year, which is in Portland, Oregon. I kind of wish I'd gone while they were holding it in San Diego, since I've never been there before, but I have been to Portland. And last night, one of my dreams involved being at my dad's house while he was playing some game with a bunch of guests, and even though I wasn't playing, he wouldn't give me any straight answers and I kept running into people even when I was trying to use the bathroom.
Tonight, Beth and I are seeing They Might Be Giants at the Music Hall of Williamsburg. I bought a ticket to see Robyn Hitchcock at the City Winery in November; and I wanted to get one for Jenny Lewis in February, but it sold out when I wasn't really paying attention. There's going to be a second show, and I hope to remember to buy a ticket for that one.
On Thursday, Beth and I went to see our friend Dave's punk band, Dead on a Friday, perform at a bar in Williamsburg (the one in Brooklyn). Here's a picture she took:
It was for the release of their new album, which Beth bought there. Also in attendance was Emmy-winning writer Matt Koff. Two days later, we visited the Museum of Natural History, which has free admission for the year with a New York City ID card. It still costs extra to see special exhibits, though. We weren't able to spend more than three hours there, but we were able to see most of the stuff they had, and we can always come back later. The planetarium is currently closed, but it's scheduled to reopen in late November. (By the way, was actress Hayden Panetierre named after the Hayden Planetarium?) Here are some pictures I took at the museum:
Everybody knows about the blue whale. The room it was in was closed off yesterday, though, so I had to take a picture from behind the ropes in the next room.
An Olmec head, like Mr. Burns gave to the Simpsons.
An Aztec sun disc
Wrathful deities plus Beth, who can be pretty wrathful herself sometimes, like when I spilled soda this afternoon.
The dinosaur exhibits were the most crowded. Is anyone surprised by that?
Can't you imagine this animal starring as a lovable cartoon character?
An extinct species of deer, which is likely the largest that ever existed. I like to imagine it as the Avenger of the Forest. Watch out, hunter who killed Bambi's mom!
You can find more at my Flickr account and my Facebook.
I haven't been writing much about dreams recently, but there have been some recurring themes as of late that I thought would be worth mentioning. I've had a few where I was carrying around a big stack of magazines, often including pornographic ones, and not knowing what to do with them. I had a dream a few nights ago about going to an Oz Convention where no one would talk to me and I couldn't find the merchandise. It wasn't really a bad experience, but those things frustrated me. I haven't been to an Oz Convention since the big one in 2000. I'm debating whether or not to go to the Winkie Convention next year, which is in Portland, Oregon. I kind of wish I'd gone while they were holding it in San Diego, since I've never been there before, but I have been to Portland. And last night, one of my dreams involved being at my dad's house while he was playing some game with a bunch of guests, and even though I wasn't playing, he wouldn't give me any straight answers and I kept running into people even when I was trying to use the bathroom.
Tonight, Beth and I are seeing They Might Be Giants at the Music Hall of Williamsburg. I bought a ticket to see Robyn Hitchcock at the City Winery in November; and I wanted to get one for Jenny Lewis in February, but it sold out when I wasn't really paying attention. There's going to be a second show, and I hope to remember to buy a ticket for that one.
