woohoo!

Post-op appointment went well. I brought him cookies to thank him for how smoothly and flawlessly everything went. I brought in three stills from the movie (THANK YOU gs for your help making those!) and my doctor gave me a short anatomy lesson.

The red splotch he looked at a few times is "just something vascular," not endometriosis, even though it's right where endo should be. He kept peering at it to make sure it wasn't. Cool. ( Anatomy stuff )

( More questions I asked )

UGH.

Well. I got sick of browser problems related to LJ -- the latest is not being able to reply to a comment, because the page simply won't load -- so I updated to Netscape 7.02.

This is HEINOUS.

Most things are faster and more reliable. Typing, however, seems to max out at three characters per second. I type a sentence or two and wait several breaths for the text box to catch up with me.

I may have to give up on LJ.

[Now awaiting "advice" of the form "use my browser". Also awaiting insight into this behavior, if anyone's got that.]

Spam

Man, I get SO MUCH singles-scene spam it isn't funny. "I want to get to know you," said the latest. Whoops, not a minute later I'm a liar: "Still Single?" is now the latest.

There's something tragic about this much marketing attention on one subject, especially an area where there can be no guarantees of quick -- or even eventual -- success. It makes me start to wonder just how bad a system of arranged marriages would be.

Ads for increasing one's penis size have that same ache, to me. Even if the method works, will the customer truly be satisfied? On the other hand, ads for home loan refinancing or for getting a good price on a car don't seem sad in the slightest. On the other other hand, ads for methods of making lots of money on the Internet are depressing, but in a very different way. :-)

So I look for new mail again. "Iraq: God's Plan?" says my inbox. The world snaps back into focus. There are things a lot worse than getting sad reading spam.