EEEEEE Richard Dean ANDERSON EEE--*urk* *HACKHACKGAGWHEEZE*

“Alex, stop it with the crack.” [Sarah after I freaked out and thought her whooshy Stargate screensaver was The Ring.]

Which is a perfect way to start out this post.

So Sarah got MacGyver dvds. After being hijacked by Dr Gray to go watch “The Merchant of Venice” at the Capri [is it bad that I hated all the characters except the bad guy, and his inevitable downfall nearly made me sob into George’s shoulder?], we watched the MacGyver pilot. I’ve been having some issues with my lungs, so I had a cough drop. Bad idea, apparently. I was either laughing or squeeing [or both] at something Baby!RDA said or did, and… I totally inhaled it. So I choked for about five minutes. Finally I stopped hacking, and we went on with the show. Then the burning started. I had somehow managed to [after choking on it] get the cough drop into my sinuses.

I thought my nose was going to burn off. And for the finale… I blew my nose, and… not to be too, you know, ew… but… out came the cough drop. Ow ow owie ow. And ew. And hee.

Mmm… Ricola. [Ew.]

...Wow...

So I get into the car to go home for the weekend, and the first thing Dad says to me is "Alex, I read your paper" [this would be the Slip'n'Slide O' Magical Healing paper] "and I wanted to tell you... Thurber? Benchley? They've got nothing on you."

I am still in shock. Dad doesn't flatter. He only says exactly what he thinks.

I think he thought I was wasting my time [just a little bit] with majoring in Creative Writing, but now he wants me to start considering publication.

I am still in shock.

Happy shock, but... shock nonetheless.