Time of death: 12:02 a.m. EDST April 16, 2008

Corpse: My sense of humor. It's been dwindling for years, and repeated misunderstood communications online wherein I am usually the one at fault for trying to sluggishly recharge my anemic, weakened, shriveling sense of humor in the face of overwhelming Pressures of Real Life and well-meaning literalism, combined with general pessimism and hopelessness, finally drove it to suicide. May it rest in peace and let me be overwhelmingly clear for the rest of my days.

Hymn: "Nearer My Joey Bishop to Thee"

Service: It was small and tasteful. Just me and the cat and a rerun of "George Lopez."

Pallbearers: Six of my eight remaining brain cells. Two must remain behind at all times to regulate breathing and blinking so my eyes don't dry out.

In lieu of flowers, please submit in-person donations to your local Funny Bone comedy club. Thank you.

Thanks!

Wow, a lot of movie titles came out of my request earlier today. That'll help us quite a bit (and if you have more that might be relevant, please continue to comment.

The good and the bad (no ugly)

For regular almost-daily exercise, I walk outdoors. This is something I have not done except sporadically since January because of the cold, the ice, and the fact it got dark before I left work - before then, I had resumed walking about every night for 3 months straight. So I have felt rather guilty for the past few months and that I was gaining weight.

I went to the doctor today for my semi-annual thyroid checkup. Despite gaining weight and not "moving" as much, I've been less arthritic and in pain less since about November (I figured the medication was finally working, as well as buying a new bed). So the nurse puts me on the scale this morning and I'm waiting for it to get to the weight I was in September (which had reflected a sizable gain since I was first weighed by them last May) and it stops. It stayed there and the nurse wrote it down. I was agog, since not only was it nearly 30 pounds lower than in September, it was sizably less than last May. The doctor speculated my cutting soda since October may have done it - well, before I only had maybe one every other day anyway, but I've cut back to only two a week. (I think it's that and the medication, though.)

( General fandom woe - not any particular fandom, just general trend )

Now, to balance out this bitching, I give you the avatar of the week. At first it vaguely disturbed me, but then I thought You know, it's nice that Gilligan's getting some, at least. So this made me wonder at some of the couples people might've 'shipped from old TV shows - I don't mean "Star Trek" or the old Who or any the ones that already have obvious followings. I mean shows that get little to no fanfic attention, usually of the non-scifi/fantasy variety - "Gilligan's Island" or "Three's Company" or maybe even "The Jeffersons." Hell, throw in "Leave it to Beaver" (which would have a VERY different meaning for a new show just starting up now) if you like. What are some "mainstream" shows in which you had a secret 'ship?