The flea situation has gotten so bad that not only are the poms going in for a second flea dip (I think it's been a month since the last one), but the cat is going to the vet. You have to understand, I don't think the Bad Cat's been to the vet since s/he (long story) was spayed nearly ten years ago. "The cat is going to the vet" is one of those phrases uttered with the stentorian awe and dread usually reserved for secret government codes or techno club music samples. EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY! DEFCON 5! THE EAGLE HAS LANDED. EMERGENCY! THIS MESSAGE WILL SELF-DESTRUCT. THE CAT IS GOING TO THE VET. THE CAT IS GOING TO THE VET. (Doo-doo-do-doo-doo! Doo-doo-do-doo-doo! WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP.)
Meanwhile, my itching of a couple weeks back has stopped. It stopped pretty immediately, as did the crushing wave of depression, when I went back down from 100 to 50 mg of Lamictal. I don't know what the doctor wants to do about that, since she seemed to think I could go up to 200 mg, but ain't no way in hell I'm taking any more than this. I feel pretty good at this level and, more to the point, I feel crushingly awful at any level higher than this.
I don't know what I want to do about the Lost recaps, since I have two to do now--I mean, other than do them. I'd just like to get some NaNoWriMoing in, so I don't know whether to try to do a marathon of recapping or one today and one tomorrow or what. I guess I should do one and then see how I feel.
Novelist William Styron dies at 81. For those of us who are movie buffs, he would be best known for writing Sophie's Choice. Read the article, though, because Styron was a huge activist and pretty fascinating:
A handsome, muscular man, with a strong chin and wavy dark hair that turned an elegant white, Styron was a Virginia native whose obsessions with race, class and personal guilt led to such tormented narratives as "Lie Down In Darkness" and "The Confessions of Nat Turner," which won the Pulitzer despite protests that the book was racist and inaccurate.
His other works included "Sophie's Choice," the award-winning novel about a Holocaust survivor from Poland, and "A Tidewater Morning," a collection of fiction pieces. He also published a book of essays, "This Quiet Dust," and the best-selling memoir "Darkness Visible," in which Styron recalled nearly taking his own life.
Styron was a liberal long involved in public causes, from supporting a Connecticut teacher suspended for refusing to say the Pledge of Allegiance to advocating for human rights for Jews in the Soviet Union. In the 1990s, Styron was among a group of authors and historians who successfully opposed plans for a Disney theme park near the Manassas National Battlefield in northern Virginia.
Shirley Temple Black injured in a fall.
Courtney Love says Gibson helped her get sober. "Mel kept coming to the door with this cheesy grin going, 'Hi!' " Love adds that they did, in fact, know each other. Which takes a load off my mind, because how creepy would it be for Crazy Mel Gibson just to show up at your hotel room with a psychotic grin and refuse to go away? "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii."
Prince bringing purple reign to Vegas.
My God, poor Chuck. (He does make a fantastic Leia, though.)