So on Thursday night, my friend Ellen and I went to a taping of Wait, Wait... Don't Tell Me! at Carnegie Hall, where this week's episode had celebrity guest Brian Williams, the anchorman. I had always thought he was a bland Ken doll, but apparently he's pretty sharp, with a snarky sense of humor. Who knew?
The taping of a 50 minute radio show turned out to take two and a half hours, but they were hilarious. They also had a Q&A session after the show, and they had Carl Kasell demonstrate one of his answering machine greetings -- where he sings "What's New, Pussycat" by Tom Jones. Unfortunately, my RealPlayer is corrupted, and version 11 won't reinstall (and I'm not the only person to have this infuriating problem), so I can't play it to entertain myself. Oh well.
Speaking of technical problems, yesterday the cable guy came after my being without broadband access at home all week -- oy. After some poking and prodding, he ended up replacing my cable modem (since it kept spontaneously rebooting while he was here) and diagnosing that my wireless router was dead. So now my Tivo is semi-lobotomized, but thankfully still functional.
Today, I have been drinking the revolting liquid, HalfLytey, which preps me for tomorrow's delightful procedure. While I spent most of the day hungry (no solid food allowed today -- only jello and chicken broth) this problem was abruptly terminated once I started drinking this stuff at 5pm, after mixing in the orange flavor pack (my options were pineapple, orange, lemon-lime, and cherry).
It's nauseating -- salty, gel-like, yet completely clear -- which I can only deal with by chugging down each glass without pause (one every 20 min. for 3 hours). Someone has posted an amusing account if you are really curious about this process. I, on the other hand, after 3 hours of wondering if this stuff was ever going work, have discovered that yes, it will be working, so I will be busy for the foreseeable future.
Therefore, I will leave you will a rather more celestial vision to contemplate -- tonight's sunset over the trees of Central Park, which are finally turning fall colors (this year's odd weather patterns have confused not only the fauna, but the flora of NYC).
Oh, and since my sister is picking me up from the hospital tomorrow, after the fun and games (the hospital insists on a accompanying adult after anesthesia, or they won't do it), my mom promptly offered to make us both a meal afterward. Sold!
The taping of a 50 minute radio show turned out to take two and a half hours, but they were hilarious. They also had a Q&A session after the show, and they had Carl Kasell demonstrate one of his answering machine greetings -- where he sings "What's New, Pussycat" by Tom Jones. Unfortunately, my RealPlayer is corrupted, and version 11 won't reinstall (and I'm not the only person to have this infuriating problem), so I can't play it to entertain myself. Oh well.Speaking of technical problems, yesterday the cable guy came after my being without broadband access at home all week -- oy. After some poking and prodding, he ended up replacing my cable modem (since it kept spontaneously rebooting while he was here) and diagnosing that my wireless router was dead. So now my Tivo is semi-lobotomized, but thankfully still functional.
Today, I have been drinking the revolting liquid, HalfLytey, which preps me for tomorrow's delightful procedure. While I spent most of the day hungry (no solid food allowed today -- only jello and chicken broth) this problem was abruptly terminated once I started drinking this stuff at 5pm, after mixing in the orange flavor pack (my options were pineapple, orange, lemon-lime, and cherry).
It's nauseating -- salty, gel-like, yet completely clear -- which I can only deal with by chugging down each glass without pause (one every 20 min. for 3 hours). Someone has posted an amusing account if you are really curious about this process. I, on the other hand, after 3 hours of wondering if this stuff was ever going work, have discovered that yes, it will be working, so I will be busy for the foreseeable future.
Therefore, I will leave you will a rather more celestial vision to contemplate -- tonight's sunset over the trees of Central Park, which are finally turning fall colors (this year's odd weather patterns have confused not only the fauna, but the flora of NYC).
Oh, and since my sister is picking me up from the hospital tomorrow, after the fun and games (the hospital insists on a accompanying adult after anesthesia, or they won't do it), my mom promptly offered to make us both a meal afterward. Sold!
Am jealous about Wait Wait... :) Glad you enjoyed it!
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