Our Cynical Omelet
Terror Tuesday: The Library At Alexandra / Doctor’s Appointment / Ydyocy
Posted on 7/7/2009 at 6:30:21 AM
Busy day today, if I don’t chicken out: today it is my intention to go to the courthouse and legally change my middle name.
The name change thing is, literally, the oldest thing on my to-do list: I remember pushing it very hard when I was 12, and I know it had been a desire of mine for longer than that. At first, I wanted to change the whole thing, but after growing fond of my last name and conceding the first to its (two*) admirers, I intend to make my middle name Alexandra.
It’s simple. It’s recognizable even to the poor spellers of the world. It has elegance. It lends itself to multiple potential nicknames. It’s not my current middle name, a huge plus given the recent tendency of my colleagues to misspell my first name into the middle one. And if I turn evil, you can all call me Lex Proofor.
I am also having my first medical checkup in, oh, several years. It’s easy, if your job doesn’t have health insurance, to tell yourself that it’s money and not a phobia keeping you away from the guy with the white coat. At least, it is until you get health insurance. I put it off, then considered making an appointment in late 2007, then found out a loved one was very ill: we didn’t need any more bad news then, and I was happy to put it off yet again. But now it’s time. I can’t wait to see what my blood pressure reading looks like!
Last on the Terror Tuesday list is the SciFi Channel’s transformation into one of the dumbest-named networks in electronic home entertainment (“Spike” is a possible challenger), SyFy. Do they really think the people who’ve been watching Star Trek: TNG reruns, Stargate, Eureka and bad Saturday monster movies are somehow unaware that they are huge nerds? Racking my wits to figure out whom this could possibly be expected to appeal to, I have arrived at the following:
- Sylar fans (Heroes). Semiliterate Sylar fans at that;
- A marketing manager who has naked pictures of some of the higher-ups with seventeen bottles of vodka and a petting zoo.
If you have a better idea, please “enlyten” me.
*Plus the thousands of other slightly dotty parents who birthed girls in the ’70s, of course…
July 16th, 2009 at 9:01 pm
Since we really only seem to get together anymore at times other than for dinner, I suppose if you become Lex Proofor then that would make me Supperman.
July 17th, 2009 at 5:50 am
Faster than a microwave! More powerful than a Cuisinart! Able to leap large baking sheets in a single bound!