Thursday, December 20, 2007

All Roads Lead To...

...traffic jams. We've got 4 hours before the flight and we're already checked in. So we're fine. I'll be updating Twitter along the way, so check out the "Where's Ian?" section on the right hand side for real time progress of our journey.

See you on the other side of the pond.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Failing At Christmas

We had intentions. Good intentions. We meant to do stuff. Take a funny picture, get cards made. Maybe put up a bit of tinsel or two. Somewhere, between the Mexico trip, the December weekends full of parties and our flight to the UK tomorrow, we failed. Sorry. We have not put up a single decoration. We have not sent a single card. I feel bad about this. I'm a little scared to check the archives, but I'm pretty sure I have claimed, around this time the last two years, that you would definitely be getting a card next, yeah, sorry, you're not, again. I do still hope you have a Merry Christmas though.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Lab Results

I went to the doctor last Friday for a physical. They gave me this card for their cool new system that allows me to get my test results online and that's all well and good, but it sort of suggested that my test results would be posted quickly, since Internet=Instant Gratification. I still don't have them and, since, like too many men, I never really went to the doctor in my earlier years, I've no idea if this is unusual and I'm being impatient or they've just lost all my samples. They took a cup of my pee and three tubes full of my blood, which seemed like a lot at the time, but maybe they need a couple as spares because they always lose one or two to vampires or something.

I did find out that the weird thing that I've had on my leg for years is an abnormal proliferation of blood vessels, made up of clusters of tiny capillaries at the surface of the skin forming a small round dome*. Causes include exposure to mustard gas, which is probably how I got mine.

My doctor did warn that if I ever cut it, it would bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed. Except he put it all professionally and used medical terms like "profusely" and "silver somethingsomething". (I really should pay more attention). Anyway, I suppose I should stop picking at it with my fingernails when I'm bored.

This entry has been brought to you by my overwhelming desire to not let my blog go all of December with only one entry, which it was in danger of doing, since we've got visitors in town who will insist on keeping us drunk and incapable of typing through the weekend, and then we've got 8 million different things to do before our trip to Blighty next Thursday.
* Yeah, okay, I totally nicked the exciting bits off Wikipedia, but Cherry Angioma sounds like a fruity rum cocktail.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

B.C.S. Slideshow

Here are the rest of the photos from our trip to Mexico. Enjoy.

You can also see larger versions of the pics at Picasa, here.