Fifteen years later, Jeff Goldbloom’s line about Pirates of the Carribean is still a great line, Sam Neill still looks sexeh (and is hilarious with those kids), and I still reach for Xanax thanks to the awesome sound effects. I’m only mentioning this because it’s on TV tonight.

Indiana Jones was pretty ok. Harrison’s still cool and that Shia LaBeouf - strange name and nostrils and all - is a spitfire. I was extremely grateful that Karen Allen had packed on a little weight since the first movie. Between her chubby cheeks and Harrison’s jowls, I didn’t feel so bad about my aging carcass. Heh.

Mom is doing better now. It’ll take a while before she’s ambulatory. Eight hours in E.R., a shot of morphine, and a couple of Vicodin later, the good doctor pronounced that she had a muscle strain. And mom said, “See? I =told= you it was a muscle.” There’s no living with her after that, lemme tell ya. Too bad she didn’t remember that she fell down in the hallway on Friday night =before= we went to the hospital. But hey, I’m just grateful she didn’t break anything.

Alas, it brings me to the realization that mom needs an assisted care facility. I’m not a very good care giver. Shopper, yes. Nurse, no. She needs more than I can offer, particularly since I’m still on the second floor. Even if it’s a temporary arrangement, she needs to be with professional folk who know how to deal with her issues. This may prove quite tricky, as the hospital’s social workers (specialists on placing geriatric E.R. patients) are so damned hard to reach. I have to try again tomorrow.

And all of this has been so darned crazy that I completely forgot to feed Emily’s cats on Saturday =/ I felt so stupid when I ran into her today…I’d even forgotten that I’d forgotten!

It’s catching, this Alzheimer’s thing.

Age of Conan just arrived from Gamestop. Installing is taking 4evR. Dammit!

So! Whatcha folks been up to, hrm?