Hey gang... What's moist?

That's right, I said it. And, as far as my searches on Google have gone, I've said it first.

Yes, a couple of days ago, "What's moist?" was birthed. Why, you ask? Well, it was my attempt to fix the gender-insensitivities of the phrase "What's up?". I mean, half the planet lacks the equipment to have things be "up" and I thought it was horrible to flaunt that all the time. So, in an effort to be more sensitive to those of you with penis envy...

What's moist?

Things here are alright, my EEG results are supposed to take a few weeks to come in, but the lab tech said I had a whole lot of brainwave activity, so I really shouldn't be concerned.

Apparently a CAT scan is next up. I'm not too happy about this one, myself. My understanding of it is that it's rather x-ray intensive. Meh. Not a fan of x-rays.

There was snow on the ground this morning. It made my day. I was all giddy and beaming... ah, winter. Hopefully this year I'll somehow manage to enjoy you. Last year, I didn't get the snowboard out of its bag the entire season.

Let's see... what else to say?

Oh, I know, I was sexually assaulted at the Phoenix Concert Theatre this weekend. Yup, as Iza was giving me a hug, with both arms around my neck, someone honked my ass. My left butt-cheek. I spun around, but didn't catch who it was. Damned dirty club people.

...I don't get assaulted nearly often enough.

That'll about do it for this time... take care, all.

...Art
Like that dirty uncle no one talks about, only better looking.

Mmm... neglect

Yeah, so I haven't blogged in a while. Oh well.

Blood tests came back, everything seems okay. I have an appointment at the hospital for an EEG (electrode-based brain scan, had to look that up). Meh.

Kermie's getting better, seems to be moving his legs a little bit and responds to gentle touch to his toes now. VAST improvement to the vet using pliers on his feet to no response. Yay Kermie.

Hrm... What else to say... cool weather the last little bit, huh? Wicked lightning storm yesterday, today there's enough wind to re-arrange cars on the driveway. Even a bit of snow, though it's all melting on contact with the ground. HERE anyway. Collingwood's supposed to get some 10-15cm of it. Booyeah.

Wonder if I'll get out there for any snowboarding this year... Hope so.

Anyway peeps, hope all's good with you guys... Talk to you all another day.

Oh, hey, those of you with a bit of a kinky side to ya, why not check out the Everything To Do With Sex Show at the Skydome this weekend if you're in the 'hood? There's a few of us going, get in touch if you wanna tag along too.

See ya peeps.

...Art
*STD free since '03

*Subject to testing and verification. Not intended to represent my actual status with regards to any STDs or actually declaring my status, whatever it may or may not be, within any actual time frame within the year 2003 or otherwise. Govern yourself accordingly.

Updates

Okay, Hallowe'en was odd. I make an ugly broad.

That aside, a good time was had, much of which was at my expense, but that's alright. Some man at Shopper's Drug Mart asked me out on a date, and I got many compliments from others on my hair and such. The guy at Pizza Pizza even gave us a bazillion extra slices of pizza, and personally handed a piece of pizza to "the lovely lady". Uh, that lady was me. Looked like we made that guy's day coming in there, it was sure the first time we'd ever seen him smile.

But all that aside, here's the reason why I felt it necessary to boot up the PC and submit this blog.

Kermie, previously unable to feel below his knees, reacted today to me touching his foot. It was an ugly reaction, but I'll take it. He sort of twitched his leg, like he was being electrocuted. He didn't seem to be able to move it out of the way, but he felt it and responded with muscle movements.

I yelled for people to come see, and a few more foot grabs and responses brought smiles all around.

Our little bugger looks to be getting better, at least neurologically. His hand however still looks horrible. Worse, I think, than before.

Whatever.

Paralysis is a whole lot more serious than a busted hand; I'll take an improvement in that department and worry about the hand later.

Ah... huge weight lifted off my chest. Now if the rest of my life'd just shape up a bit...

Thanks for readin' peeps... Stay tuned for more breaking news as it happens.

...Art
The grinning idiot.