I had enough messages last night to the extent of “I’m a medical professional, and even by the brief description of your symptoms I can say this is more than green tea and honey is going to fix,” that I gave in and called my doctor. I explained that I didn’t have health insurance and asked how much would it be to get checked out. They said around $100. I am in such extreme discomfort that I decided I would pay that.
I went to the appointment. The doctor remembered me from before. I got checked out, and then we chatted about comic books and Neil Gaiman and I told him Sandman was coming back and he got really excited. Said that made his day.
And then he said “The health care system is broken. I wish this was Canada. But since it’s not, I’m going to charge you ten dollars.” And then he gave me a month’s worth of medicine for free.
I thought I was going to cry. My lunch cost more than this doctor’s visit.
Name dropping Neil Gaiman unlocks all sorts of magic doors, I guess!
JOSS WHEDON: I find that when you read a script, or rewrite something, or look at something that’s been gone over, you can tell, like rings on a tree, by how bad it is, how long it’s been in development.
NEIL GAIMAN: Yes. It really is this thing of executives loving the smell of their own urine and urinating on things. And then more execs come in, and they urinate. And then the next round. By the end, they have this thing which just smells like pee, and nobody likes it.
The (oddly enough somewhat controversial) speech I gave about digital publishing to the Digital Minds Conference in London last week.
If you think I look sleepy or jetlagged, you are right…
last night @neilhimself and i got into a heated debate at a celebratory birthday dinner party at a friends house. i kept insisting that everything that motivates human beings stems from a deep-seated need to feel safe.
then i accidentally punched him in the nose.
it was really funny.
#PassionateGesticulating #Marriage #Humans #Irony
Possibly slightly less funny if you were the one with your nose wrapped in ice. But still funny.
I love the hell out of her.
I think that all writing is useful for honing writing skills. I think you get better as a writer by writing, and whether that means that you’re writing a singularly deep and moving novel about the pain or pleasure of modern existence or you’re writing Smeagol-Gollum slash you’re still putting one damn word after another and learning as a writer.
(I just made that up. I imagine it would go something like: “Oh, the preciouss, we takes it our handssses and we rubs it and touchess it, gollum….no, Smeagol musst not touch the preciousss, the master said only he can touch the precioussss…. bad masster, he doess not know the precious like we does, no, gollum, and we wants it, we wants it hard in our handses, yesss…” etc etc)"