Feeling pretty bleh today.
None of the topics in my notes file appeal to me. I feel vaguely annoyed and subtly discontent. It’s the sort of day when you want to give the middle finger to the world and go back to bed.
Not out of anger. But out of being terminally unimpressed with life.
This too shall pass, of course. Moods are like that, especially for the disablingly unstable like myself.
I don’t seem all that crazy on the outside, but on the inside it’s a malevolent maelstrom of mad machines, cruel cacophony, and venomous vortices.
I better exit that image before the alliteration overwhelms us all.
Got sick and tired of my quest mods interfering with one another and making each other impossible to complete, so I ditched two of them,
I will miss my lovely castle from Knights of the Nine : Revelations, with all my knights and my storage and my ultra shiny armor. but it’s worth it if things freaking work now.
I had to ditch the ultra shiny Holy Crusader armor anyhow because it was (for whatever reason) getting insanely expensive to repair.
As in, one piece would cost 12K gold alone. Fuck THAT noise.
I mean, I miss all the snazzy magic powers – especially the 25 percent protection from normal weapons – but that shit was just not sustainable.
Oh well, at least now I remember why I used to have a strict policy of never having more than one quest mod installed at a time back in my Skyrim days.
It’s a policy that prevents the madness inducing “the thing just plain isn’t HERE!” error.
Solving that issue reminded me that there was a whole official DLC for Oblivion that I had not even so much as glanced at.
That’s because the gateway to it was blocked by a missing texture error early in the game, and then I completely forgot all about it.
Well removing those two quest mods fixed that error somehow, and so now I am giving it a shot.
I thought about starting a new character first, but decided that would be too much novelty at once so I am still using my hammer swinging orc warrior.
Now the name of the DLC is Shivering Isles, and that rang a faint bell.
But then it hit me. That’s where the Daedric Lord of Madness, Sheogorath, lives! That’s his home realm! I am officially going to Crazytown, baby!
So this ought to be fun.
And I mean that. Sheogorath is quite hilarious in Skyrim and ESO. Also evil, technically.
I mean, nice people don’t drives humans mad just for their own amusement.
So he’s a bit of a troubling figure for me. Kind of like Handsome Jack in the Borderlands series of games. Also very evil and very, very funny.
And damned sexy as well. He’s basically evil Bruce Campbell.
So anyhow, it should be one wacky adventure. I would have preferred something slightly more normal, but what the hell.
I refuse to let Sheogorath out-weird ME.
Fuck you, old man. I shit weirder things than you after Sunday dinner!
More after the break,
The saga continues
At least I managed to talk to Doctor Chao about my back today.
So yay me on the “actually doing things” front.
Called his office yesterday, got a phone appointment for between noon and 1 pm today.
As an aside, I’d like to say that I am totally fine with this whole “between these two times” style of appointment.
Which is somewhat unexpected as I usually prefer things to be precise and definite.
Ambiguity pisses me off.
But seeing as it’s a phone appointment, I can be quite chill about it, because I am happy at home with all my creature comforts (and comforting creatures…. love you guys!) and therefore much more comfortable than I would be waiting interminably in his waiting room with a bunch of other sickies and the big screen TV tuned to the “All Covid related government announcements” channel.
I never though I’d miss those shitty daytime talk shows.
Anyhow, like I have said a few times before, I am capable of anything as long as I am comfortable. The more comfortable I am, the more powerful I am.
With the right armchair or La-Z-Boy, I could conquer the world.
Back to the fascinating world of personal medicine. So I talked to Doc Chao about my back today and told him about how I get the pain whenever something large moves in my back, and how it started off being only around the spine but now it can be practically anywhere in my entire torso, and how it’s a stiff or “rusty” kind of pain (I swear I can hear my joints creak sometimes) and so forth and so on.
Result : An actual genuine in-person appointment for 10 am on Friday.
Thank Jaysus for that. I kinda figured it was hard to diagnose a back problem over the phone. Hopefully he will give me a diagnosis and some kind of solution.
Besides just “lose weight”. Well duh. But what do I do NOW?
Because you know what really hinders weight loss? Crippling back back!
But nah, Doctor Chao is cooler than that. He’s a very empathic and understanding doctor and is more sympathetic to us fatties than that.
Speaking of us fatties, check out this bit of sweet, sweet validation.
Whaddaya know, science says obesity is an addiction.
I’ve been saying that for years! To me, it’s intuitively obvious. Us fatties get this way because we self-medicate with food.
We become addicted to that “medication”. Hence continuing to overeat even as health consequences start piling up on us.
Addictions highjack the primary motivating drive of all animal life. The one that makes a hungry animal eat and a horny animal mate.
So it’s kind of hard to “exercise self control” when the most powerful drive in nature is telling you that if you don’t have another cupcake you’ll DIE.
So once more, I am heartened by the sight of science finally catching up to my thinking.
Maybe I should do a series of videos called Fruvous Yells At Science.
“Wake up, you assholes! Light travels in waves of particles! Was that so hard??”
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.