Listen

to the Jeanette Winterson audio clip. Tears, tears, tears.

After the Baby Arrived:

(she has a camera! built in! Oh, the narcissism that will ensue!)

So, I got me a Macbook with the $ I made at a recent show and although I have deemed it a girl, I refuse to name her and join the ranks of Macfanatics whose eyes glaze over at the site of their babies glowing on the tabletop. I'll go that far, but no further.

Anyways, the other day these words, which would have been blasphemous just one year ago, were exchanged in hushed tones:

P: (silently starting the Mac after she was barely free from her packaging)
T: .....Phil?......
P: yes?
T: .....Um.....Are Macs.....um....better...than....um....PC's?
P: .......
T: .......
P: ....yes. Yes they are.
T: *blink* *blink*blink*blink* Oh.

Ear Update

See more about the above picture here. Unless you can tell what's going on all by yourself, but I doubt you can. I can't either.

Phil is improving every day. His ear is still gross and imposing and his face is becoming increasingly lopsided...and we don't quite know what to do about that. We keep saying "It's just the swelling!" but there is the possibility that it may never go back to normal. I've been in various stages of a nervous breakdown as Phil's medical stuff, huge school deadlines, and a significant ($3000) deduction in my grant money per quarter has all occurred in quick and vicious succession. Phil has been very sweet, albeit heavily medicated; he even scratches my back sometimes to calm me down despite the fact that I think it's causing some minor pain.

He sleeps a lot and dreams of things sexual in nature. So do I.