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[which_chick]

Again with the I-visited-grandma thing. This is going to be a regular feature for the foreseeable future, so all ya'll might as well get used to it I read two more chapters of Memoirs -- Chiyo-chan or whatever the fuck is now enrolled in geisha school with Pumpkin while that horrible bitch Hatsumomo-san connives in the background. (I have actually read more of the book than this. I'm just sharing where grandma and I are in the book. It's going to be a while until grandma and I get to where I am actually reading new material.) Grandma is hanging in there. She's quite coherent today and fairly perky, all things considered. Apparently the chest x-ray didn't show anything more than they already knew, so nothing of interest on that front.



While I did plow through two chapters of the geisha book, I totally forgot to pay for the medical records on the windowsill and I left behind my water bottle. Before I left, I tuned the hospital TV (which has a crappy-ass picture with all wavy lines through it -- given what we're grandma's insurance is paying for ICU, can't we get a tv with a decent picture?) to ice skating (women's short program) for grandma because she found that more enthralling than curling. Curling, people, does not suck. It has strategy. It happens slowly enough that you can see it. And, for reasons that confound me, a lot of the curling teams apparently have topless photographs of themselves. Curling is a lot more interesting to watch than women's figure skating and the scoring makes more sense, but grandma doesn't see the appeal.

I also discovered this evening that my cell phone has *views* about how many bars it allows me to have at my house at any given time. See, since the cell has free weekend and evening minutes, I've been using it as my evening-and-weekend phone because it's, well, free. D'oh. It would be a lot nicer if the phone could decide how many bars it was going to have at my house and keep steady on that number if I am not moving around. Unfortunately, that does not seem to be the case. Perhaps I need to wave a dead chicken around while chanting the magic words. (Would it still count if the dead chicken I was waving was gutted, dismembered, and mostly arranged on a styrofoam tray with a sticker that priced it at $1.10 a pound? 'Cause I can get those dead chickens pretty easily. Real dead chickens with feet, heads, and feathers are a little harder but also not impossible.) Maybe a cellphone voodoo doll would help? I dunno, but it's irritating to have to stick one arm out the window and holler if it can hear me now like I am on some damn commercial. Stupid cellphone.

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[fooliv.livejournal.com]

Maybe it has something to do with the traffic flow on the two interstates within X miles of your house? I'd think that the community of cel-users in your immediate vicinity would be about twenty to twenty-five locals & zero to two hundred transient idiots jabbering on their cels while driving one-handed at seventy-five miles an hour in heavy Turnpike traffic. I wouldn't be surprised that capacity would tend to get intermittent at periods of high congestion.

[cousin-sue.livejournal.com]

$1.10 a pound? Man, I wished our chicken was that inexpensive!

I got really emotionally involved in Memoirs of a Geisha, especially the ending, which I liked.

As for the bars...well, with our first cell phones we had to sit on the front stoop to call anybody from the Fabulous Beige House...

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

I was actually making up a chicken price. I haven't priced a whole cut-up chicken in a while. Probably chicken prices are not in line with what I have quoted. I will check at the grocery next time I go, assuming I remember, and report back on chicken prices.