{"id":3804,"date":"2010-03-06T22:26:00","date_gmt":"2010-03-07T03:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=3804"},"modified":"2010-03-06T22:26:00","modified_gmt":"2010-03-07T03:26:00","slug":"ah-saturday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=3804","title":{"rendered":"Ah, Saturday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/81595350@N00\/4410342494\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2775\/4410342494_8337436e0a.jpg\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana\" size=\"2\">This morning, after I woke up, showered, and ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast, I tried finding an online video stream for <a href=\"http:\/\/www.globaltvcalgary.com\/\">Global Calgary<\/a> television. Which, I think it&#8217;s safe to say, is not something I <i>normally<\/i> do. I mean, I like the occasional Canadian television just fine &#8212; your <i>Kids in the Hall<\/i>s, your <i>Slings &#038; Arrows<\/i>, your <i>Newsroom<\/i>s, what have you &#8212; but the local Alberta news isn&#8217;t the first thing I flip on when I wake up in the morning. (The television in my bedroom no longer gets <i>any<\/i> channels, now that it&#8217;s all gone digital and I haven&#8217;t, but that&#8217;s another story altogether.) But I thought I&#8217;d check, since <a href=\"http:\/\/www.lectio.ca\/\">Heather<\/a> was going to be on, at around 10 AM my time, promoting <a href=\"http:\/\/www.vampires-evolve.com\/index.html\"><i>Evolve<\/i><\/a>, the new vampire collection in which she has a (really good) short story. Alas, although there is <a href=\"http:\/\/www.livestream.com\/globalcalgary\">this<\/a>, it&#8217;s less a live stream than a couple of their recorded promos. So I had to wait until <a href=\"http:\/\/www.lectio.ca\/?p=1788\">Heather posted the video herself<\/a>. <\/p>\n<p>I thought she did a great job. A few years back, I was interviewed <a href=\"<a href=\"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/webloga\/BBCinterview.mp3\">a couple<\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/webloga\/BBCInterview2.mp3\">of times<\/a> on BBC Radio, and I found even that &#8212; safely ensconced as I was in the confines of my apartment &#8212; completely nerve-wracking. Heather professed to being incredibly nervous herself, but to her credit I don&#8217;t think it much shows. And, moreover, I think the book&#8217;s definitely worth checking out.<\/p>\n<p>After failing to find that video feed, I ran some errands. I went to the bank, picked up this week&#8217;s copy of <i>The New Yorker<\/i> at the post office, and then I actually got a chance to read some of it for a change, while I waited to get my hair cut. (I tend to just let it grow until it starts getting in my eyes and annoying.) Then I came home, had a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch, and decided to go donate blood at the local church. I used to give blood regularly, back when I was in college and there was always a convenient blood drive in the residence halls where I lived. But even when I was still living in a college town, once I moved away from a college student&#8217;s schedule and got a job, it became a lot harder to find the time to go. There were few evening or weekend blood drives, which always disappointed me, and I think I gave blood all of once in the five years I stayed on after graduation. <\/p>\n<p>Luckily, the church here usually has their blood drives on the weekend, and the weather today was gorgeous enough that I could just walk right over. The nurse there talked me into giving via <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Apheresis#Donation\">apheresis<\/a>, which I&#8217;d never done before, never even heard of. It takes considerably longer, maybe twenty to twenty-five minutes, and there was a long list of very unlikely but still possible side-effects I had to sign a consent form saying I&#8217;d been instructed about. (Of them, I really only experienced the tingling and numbness in my hand and <i>maybe<\/i>, very briefly, the odd smell and taste in my mouth.) Basically, they just break down the blood into its components, keep the red cells, and recycle everything back to you. <\/p>\n<p>It does mean I can&#8217;t give blood again until almost July, since it&#8217;s essentially like giving blood <i>twice<\/i>, but I&#8217;m okay with that. I think next time, even if my hemoglobin levels put me again in the okay-for-apheresis category, I might just donate the old-fashioned way. I&#8217;m just a little more beat than usual, is all, and I think the whole thing took a lot out of me. (No pun intended.) Plenty of fluids, and a nap earlier this evening, helped.<\/p>\n<p>Other than that&#8230;I watched the third episode of that alternate-universe variety show that somehow wound up at the beginning of the <i>Saturday Night Live<\/i> DVDs I bought recently. The one with the weird guests, the unfunny Muppets, and the &#8220;Not Ready for Primetime Players&#8221; relegated to bit parts in occasional sketches. And I also re-watched <a href=\"http:\/\/www.imdb.com\/title\/tt0084787\/\">John Carpenter&#8217;s <i>The Thing<\/i><\/a>, which I&#8217;ve had a weird itch to revisit lately. (I think I&#8217;ve just read a couple of articles online where it&#8217;s been mentioned, is all.) There&#8217;s something really scary about a monster that doesn&#8217;t just kill you, but <i>becomes<\/i> you. I may use it as an excuse to revisit the original John W. Campbell short story, if not the original movie version.<\/p>\n<p>And that&#8217;s really it for my Saturday.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This morning, after I woke up, showered, and ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast, I tried finding an online video stream for Global Calgary television. Which, I think it&#8217;s safe to say, is not something I normally do. I mean, I like the occasional Canadian television just fine &#8212; your Kids in the Halls, &#8230; <a class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=3804\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[16,14,28],"class_list":["post-3804","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","tag-books","tag-movies","tag-personal"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3804"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3804"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3804\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3804"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3804"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3804"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}