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Troubleshooted or troubleshot?

So the Masked Grammarian has a grammar question. The past tense of "troubleshoot": is it "troubleshooted" or "troubleshot"?

My sweetie says that she uses "troubleshooted", despite the fact that, obviously, the past tense of "shoot" is "shot". I myself said it that way just a little bit ago, but "troubleshooted" sounded strange to my ear, so I immediately wondered if it was right or if it really ought to be "troubleshot" instead.

What do the grammarians among you have to say to this question? I am quite curious.

I am in no danger at the moment

The wildfire burning in San Diego County right now is about 30 miles east of where I live and 35 miles southeast of where I work. Furthermore, there's a lot of urban territory between me and anything even vaguely resembling dense vegetation, so it would take some seriously bad firefighting or gale force winds for my neighborhood to be in any danger.

However, I know several people who do live in or near the affected areas, so I hope that they are all safe. If you were affected by the fire and you're reading this, please leave a comment if you can to let me know you're okay. (Or if you're not okay, let me know what kind of help you need.)

I recently came across more bullshit from yet another bullshit slinger about how the French are cowards because they refused to help us invade Afghanistan or Iraq.

Uh . . . yeah, telling the most militarily and economically powerful nation on Earth "No, sorry, we're not going to participate in your pathetic little revenge fantasy; kindly go screw yourselves" is obviously the act of a nation of abject cowards.

Riiiiiiiight. . .

Heh. :)

Allison and I were driving someplace (don't remember where) when we saw a restaurant sign that we thought said "Jerk House". Allison's response was "Do they make Jamaican food? Or are they just a bunch of assholes?"


CD sent to Corey Feldman

A couple days ago, a dear friend of mine who has access to IMDB Pro helped me find contact information for the agents of many of the celebrities I would like to give copies of my CD. So I spent the evening composing emails to various talent agents basically saying "Hey, I'd like to send [Famous Person] a copy of my CD because my song [Song Title] is about [Creative Endeavor], and I think [he/she] would get a kick out of it. What's the best way for me to do this without making anyone think I'm a stalker or a terrorist?"

To my surprise and delight, the talent agent for Corey Feldman got back to me almost immediately with instructions on where to send the CD and how to package it so that it wouldn't be thrown out. So today I sent a copy of Doctor, Captain, Dovahkiin, Chief, which includes the song "Nightlife in Santa Clara", to the provided address. With any luck, within a few days, Mr. Feldman will have his hands on it.

No, I don't have any expectation that I'll hear about it one way or the other. But I hope he likes the song.

"It's not you, it's me..."

While I'm not usually one to comment upon celebrity gossip, I heard something on FM 94/9 this morning that made me just shake my head.

Last night, according to this report, Taylor Swift broke up with her most recent boyfriend.

Now you all know what Swift's M.O. for these things is: she writes at least one song, sometimes several, about said breakup. It's become the running joke of her musical career. As much as I have poked fun at Sheryl Crow for writing two albums' worth of songs about how effed up her relationship with Eric Clapton was, at least we all know that Clapton is a supremely effed up individual, and so the epic collapse of that relationship can't be entirely blamed on Crow. In Swift's case, though . . .

Lemme just say this: when seven* high-profile relationships (and who knows how many low-profile ones) end badly, it isn't them!

It's you!


*I looked this up on Wikipedia. For all that I am a fount of trivial knowledge, I did not have this tidbit memorized.

X-Men: Apocalypse

Went and saw X-Men: Apocalypse last night with my sweetie. With its RT rating of 48%, I wasn't expecting much. However, I'm pleased to say that it exceeded my expectations, and I enjoyed it.

I, personally, have always hated the character of Apocalypse in the comics. In my mind, he was one of the worst examples of the "villain bloat"* that characterized Marvel in the 80's (the worst example being, of course, the utterly insipid Mister Sinister), and he was one of the reasons that I started to read fewer Marvel titles in the 90's. So I really didn't have a whole lot of hope that X-Men: Apocalypse was going to be a shining star in the cinematic X-Men chronology.

Fortunately, the movie handled the character well, emphasizing his interesting qualities and downplaying or ignoring most of the really annoying shit. Of course, a lot of what happens in X-Men: Apocalypse (which takes place in 1983) contradicts things that happen in X-Men, X2, The Wolverine, etc.—but, well, time travel happened in X-Men: Days of Future Past, and that screws lot of shit up. I'm willing to give it a pass by saying to myself "This is an alternate timeline."

Anyway, I enjoyed it, and I think other fans would, too. Three-and-a-half stars out of five.


*I am quite amused to read in the Wikipedia article on Apocalypse that he was a last-minute substitution dreamed up by Louise Simonson when she took over X-Factor from Bob Layton starting with issue #6. Layton had been building up to the villain of that arc being the Owl, an old adversary of Daredevil.

Whoa, dude...

A follow-up on yesterday's post:

I ended up going to the urgent care just down the street from my workplace. The doctor there diagnosed the problem as a strained gluteus medius muscle. He prescribed Flexiril and Norco—a muscle relaxant and a pain med, respectively. They seem to have worked, because I am able to move without pain and sit for longer than two minutes without it becoming intolerably uncomfortable.

But holy moley am I groggy today!

Some of you may remember the last time I was on Flexiril for anything. I took some a few hours before a Wild Oats show at Twigg's . . . and ended up doing the show looking as if I had smoked ALL the weed! People even came up to me during the break to ask if I was okay. When I told one of them "I'm fine, I'm just on 20 milligrams of Flexiril," she replied "Holy, shit! It's a wonder you're still standing!"

It's not quite that bad today (I took my last dose over 14 hours ago), but I'm still feeling it. I could easily take a good three-hour nap right now. I've only had one cup of coffee, though, because I don't think adding more physically-addictive chemicals to my body is necessarily a good thing right now. Even sugar is turning me off at the moment.

Anyway, just wanted to let you all know what was going on so you don't worry. I'm recovering, I'm functional, and I'm sure I'll be fine in another couple of days.

Thank you all for your good wishes. :)

What the bloody hell...?

I've managed to hurt myself in a way that defies my understanding. Some of the muscles around my left hip are pulled or strained in such a way that I can walk just fine, but trying to move my leg independently hurts like heck! Also, while I can stand up without pain and even put my full weight on the leg, sitting and lying down are very uncomfortable. So much so, in fact, that it woke me up this morning at 4am. I had to get up and take ibuprofen to get back to sleep.

It feels a little like the time I had bursitis in my early twenties, but of course it isn't, because putting any weight on it at all would be excruciating. It also feels a bit like the time I pulled some muscles in my lower back/upper ass while cleaning house, but that didn't make sitting or lying down hurt.

I have to admit... I'm stumped.


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