Yup. Gonna talk about my gross painful tormenting infected finger some more. Sorry.

As expected, no real progress today. It’s pretty much just as bad as it was yesterday. If anything, it might be slightly worse. The bulge of the pus fulled sac on the right side of my right index finger is quite obscene now. I would say it’s around the size of half a grape, and has developed a quite disturbing smooth reflectiveness, as well as mottled areas and white, flaky looking areas. It is a hideous spectacle as well as being very painful, and the whole incident is really wearing on me.

But I knew this would be the case for today. The lady at the pharmacy (everyone at the pharmacy at the Shopper’s Drug Mart next door is female, which I find oddly comforting… guess I trust women to have my best interests at heart more than men) said the antibiotic would take at least three days of four doses a day before we knew whether it was working or not. So I will not even know if I am taking the right stuff or whether I need to go back to the doc and have him prescribe something else for me.

If that happens, I am going to demand that he lance this motherfucking thing right there in the office. I have tried the soaking in warm water then applying some pressure twice now, and all I got was an infected finger that was now also wrinkly. Apparently, the pus really wants to stay in there and can’t be tricked out by softening the skin.

And my ability to tolerate the pain is wearing down like a dune in a sandstorm. I almost wish I was still on the super high dose of Paxil again, because then this would not upset me so much.

But no. I like feeling things again, even if some of the feelings are negative. I want to learn how to deal with my emotions in a positive way, and put myself on the right path, and keep myself there. Paxil saved my life when I was super depressed and anxious. But in cutting off the bad emotions, it alsop cuts off the good ones, and I want the good ones bad enough to endure the bad ones now.

When your foot falls asleep, waking it back up is painful and unpleasant, but you do it becase you want your foot back in working order instead of sitting there cold and useless.

That is how I feel about my life now.

Got some neat stuff to share with you today. Like this modern take on epic 80’s cartoons.

That would definitely be a show I would have watched when I was an 80’s kid, although then as now I would have been quite disappointed about the lack of furry content in a show with stallions in the title. Even the Mother Mustang is just a statue. What a ripoff! It could just as easily have been Space Cowboys or Space Rabbis, for all the furry content it has. Dammit,

But hey, anything with a guy paying keytar on the back of a robot unicorn while flying through space can’t be all bad, can it?

And I would say they got the look, feel, and sound down pretty good. The animation lacks fluidity in the more complicated human oriented shots. It comes across as a little stiff and unnatural as a result. But considering the low animation quality of some of the actual 80’s shows that this vid is paying homage to, I suppose it might be a deliberate “effect” they were going for.

But nah. Cheap 80’s animation sucked in different ways.

In more local news, check this shit out : Real Housewives Of Vancouver.

Oh god, they are going to do it to us now.

And seriously, who cares? Doing this in Beverly Hills makes sense. That’s the most famous and coveted neighborhood in North American culture after all, and people are really curious about what actually goes on in the lives of the people who live there.

But Vancouver? I live im the Vancouver area, and even I do not care what rich stuck up crazy “housewives” (because it’s not like these women do housework or anything) get up to during the day.

I mean, I know we call ourselves Hollywood North, but we need to face facts : Canadians and glamour just do not go together.

Call me when it is Real Television Executives of Vancouver, or something.

Also of local interest is this story of a Miss Universe Candidate named Jenna Talackova who got disqualified for being a post op transsexual.

Needless to say, I am pretty pissed off about this blatant discrimination. My best friend is trans, and I have a strong feeling for that community. Considering what Jenna must have gone through in order to get where she is right now, to have her tossed out by a beauty pageant after maing it so far is an intolerable slap to the face for her and for the trans community.

And here is the thing that bothers me the most : moralistic and transphobic arguments aside, the bare truth is that legally speaking, she is a woman. The case law on this is quite solid. In all legal aspects, a post op transexual is their post-op gender, period.

So their rejection of her is not only offensive, but from a legal point of view, it is nonsense. They rejected her over a distinction which does not exist in law.

This should make the ensuing court case or cases pretty interesting.

If she was pre-op, that would be different. Legally speaking, there is no such thing as being between genders. You are always one or the other, except perhaps during the actual op.

But no. She is a she in all legal senses, so to hell with Miss Universe Canada.

And would it not be awesome if she won?

Beauty means a hell of a lot to trannies.