Aha! A photo from the recording! (Thanks, JD!)

That’s Anthony on the left as Vlad himself, me in the middle as the damsel in distress, and Taras as Bram Stoker in the background scowling at his script…

Hmm.

That sinus medication has been my best friend since Thursday night. Now, I have a rather slight build, and I don’t have a lot of body mass, and I know darned well that medication hits me like a ton of bricks. So upon opening the bottle that MLG left for me, I wisely said, “I’m going to take the lowest, lowest dose they recommend, and I’ll take it half as frequently as they tell me to.” I’ve learned my lesson in the past with sinus meds. Oh, yes.

So all weekend I’ve been able to breathe easily, I’ve had no headache, and I’ve been pretty relaxed and on the ball. Clear-headed. Centred, and a bit remote, but clear. Terrific!

Yesterday in Kingston, though, I kept thinking about Bill for some reason. Okay, I was doing theatre-associated work; maybe that was it. It kept nagging in the back of my mind, though, and I finally dragged out the bottle of Tylenol Sinus and read the back with intent. What was up? Why Bill? Why sinus medication?

Then it sank in. 325 mg of acetaminophen, 30 mg pseudoephedrine hydrochloride. Pseudoephedrine. Didn’t Bill blog about this?

Yep.

Aha. In Kingston, I took one near the beginning of the day, then another after lunch just to be sure. I also had a Vanilla Coke, two green teas, and a cup of coffee (which my husband should really just physically stop me from doing, no matter how much I hiss and spit at him). Thirty milligrams of pseudoephedrine is really not a lot, but along with a steady intake of caffeine and sugar, all mixed up in my tiny little body, well…

Let’s just say that I’m going to take a day or two off and see what happens.

How this happened in such a short time, I truly do not know. I’ve only been watching Buffy: The Vampire Slayer for a year. (In that time however I’ve managed to catch 90% of all the episodes in seasons one through five, half of season six, and I’m up to date on season seven. Woo! I love Space and their reruns!)

I was kicking around, doing that random jump between new blogs selected from links on other people’s pages, and I came across a Buffy Purity Test. (No, I will not give you the link. You really shouldn’t be wasting time on these things. I’ve been so good for so long, and now, all has crumbled to ashes…)

I am, according to this high-tech, scientific evaluation, a Manic Academic Buffy Fanatic. Parts of this profile include “You believe that god made stupid people because there are so many”, and “Rainy days and automatic weapons get you down”, both of which made me laugh a wee bit too hard this morning. The next quiz (they were all on the same page, I have fallen so far) had me closely identifying with Giles, out of all the BTVS characters. What, do my fingers seep “academic” into the keyboard or something?

In addition, I found a wonderful, wonderful Onion A.V. Club article on Is There a God? that asks a slew of entertainer-type people thier opinion on whether or not God exists. The answers range from funny and whacked-out to thoughtful.

I should go do some real work now.

I can breathe again!

Marc, leaving sinus medication for me at work was sweet, and much appreciated. However, the weather is becoming rather cold at this point, and besides, I think you’ve seen my entire repertoire of short skirts by now…

When I have money again, I am so buying sinus medication. I’m sick of this.

My husband bought a 6/49 ticket last night. We’ll see what happens. My goodness, I could be a millionairess already, and not know it.

I had a vaguely disappointing book club meeting last night. Nothing I could really put my finger on; it�s just that we�ve been trying to do this book for two years, and I somehow expected more. Perhaps I was missing a more Joseph Campbell-esque discussion, as Paze suggested on the way home. Mythago Wood is so rich in the concept of myth and man�s mind that there exist weeks of discussion material tucked away in it, and instead we talked abut how the wood functioned. Ironically, we illustrated one of the very issues we were arguing about: the scientific, rational, logical modern mind attempting to explain things, as opposed to the mythological mind, which feels, plain and simple, and creates meaning out of emotion and instinct. Myth is story, pure and simple; story, and theme, and archetype. Science may just be another myth man has created to explain the world around him, but at least we might have discussed that as myth-making rather than attempting to pin down the mechanics of the fantastic element that enables the story to exist in the first place. Do you try to explain how Aslan is resurrected in the Chronicles of Narnia � or, say, how Christ �rose from the dead� (to side-step into another mythology)? Do you try to explain how you can go through a wardrobe made of Narnian wood in our world, and end up in Narnia itself? Explaining how the magic works may satisfy our panicked twenty-first century minds, using rational parameters to truss the poor thing up so it can�t move and we can label it with a neat toe-tag� but in the long run, why do it? The very wildness and inexplicability of it all is part of the attraction. There�s a reason why the concept of magic still exists in our contemporary mythos.

Bah. I am so grumpy this morning, goodness me. I should go re-read The Power of Myth. Perhaps that would help.

Ye gods!

When did we pass 5,000 visitors?

(Well, obviously it was 23 people ago… but you know what I mean.)