next_to_normal: (Miss Kitty Fantastico)
Before we get into the latest health debacle, here is a public service announcement: NPR is streaming the cast album of the new musical Hamilton for free before it's available to buy (Friday on iTunes). And you should totally go listen to it, because it's Lin-Manuel Miranda and Alexander Hamilton and hip-hop founding fathers, which totally should not work, but it's fantastic and frankly would have been worth puking my way through New York to go see it a few weeks ago (though fortunately I did not have to, because it was during my 10-day non-puking window, more on that later). 

Hamilton is the most talked-about musical of the year, and it's totally going to win all the Tonys, and it's sold out for months, so back in July when my theater buddy Christi suggested we get literally the last two available tickets for Labor Day weekend, I figured hey, why not? Maybe I'll be better by then. Which was foolishly optimistic, but again, no puking so it all worked out, I guess, and I'm really glad I got to see it.

So go listen and be jealous that I've seen it.

And now the health )
next_to_normal: (Cordy WTF)
Rather than do another whole "yes I'm still basically dying" update, I will just let you assume that everything is still terrible (it is) and instead copy and paste the following g-chat exchange between myself and [personal profile] per_aspera_ad_astra :

Kelly: here, watch whine about it
i'm sure you have a co-worker or two like this

god the bathroom thing
which is exponentially worse in my condition

Kelly: i can't even imagine
his rant about reply all was pretty emotional, haha

Me: the worst is when you run into them right outside the door
and you can't like, suddenly change direction like you were going to go somewhere else
so you HAVE to go in with them
and then they start talking to you
and keep talking when you go in the stall
and it's already going to be blatantly obvious that you're taking a lot longer than them because you are clearly sitting there waiting for them to leave so that you can poop
but then it's like, they don't want to leave without you b/c you're ~having a conversation
and it's like JUST GTFO
meanwhile my ass is turning purple from the strain of ~holding it in

Kelly: you have really stupid co-workers

Me: yeah
I mean, I don't mind exchanging a "hey how are you" if you're just there to pee and you run into each other at the sink
but for god's sake, you know I have a digestive condition, go away so I can poop
maybe people don't realize that I am ALWAYS there to poop?
I am never not pooping
actually, i take that back
sometimes I'm there to vomit
once, a coworker stopped me on the way into the bathroom to chat and in the middle of the conversation I literally gagged and clapped my hand over my mouth and ran inside

Kelly: omg
yes, your coworkers have got to learn better bathroom etiquette

Me: to be fair, the same coworker was nice enough to offer to drive me home afterward so I didn't puke on the metro
don't be stopping a girl on her way to puke or you might get puked ON
next_to_normal: (Sarah LOL)
ONE DAY after posting that Sopranos post, I drove home to my parents' house, only to discover that "Tony Soprano's Pizza" is apparently opening up in the space where our old local pizzeria used to be. 
next_to_normal: Tony Stark wearing sunglasses (Tony shades)
Whenever anyone would tell me I should watch The Sopranos, I used to joke, "What do I need to watch it for? I've got my own dysfunctional Italian family." It was the same reason I always gave for never having seen The Godfather or any of the other mafia movies. But, you know, it was always meant to be sarcastic, because I was pretty sure my life actually bore very little resemblance to a TV show or movies about mobsters. I did grow up in New Jersey in an Italian-American family, but although we certainly had a criminal element, as far as I can tell, the crime was anything but organized, lol.

But people keep telling me how good it is, and this summer one of my favorite TV critics was doing a rewatch of the first season, so I said what the hell, I'll give it a shot. (I've only seen the first season so far.)


Very minor spoilers, mostly just me blathering about my childhood )
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1. Is it problematic that my diet now consists almost exclusively of grilled cheese? I do occasionally eat other things (eggs, for example, which seems to be the only food left I have not at some point vomited back up), but I had TWO - count 'em - TWO grilled cheeses today. Not for lack of trying - I made an attempt at broth at lunchtime and chicken for dinner, but couldn't manage more than a few bites of either.

Something about that combination of buttered bread and cheese - which they tell you not to eat when you have an upset stomach! No dairy is one of the main things they tell you! But this is not your normal nausea, apparently - manages to satisfy my stomach's desire for solid food, because the nausea kicks into overdrive on an empty stomach, while also not being substantive enough to cause too much abdominal pain as I digest, while ALSO apparently being bland enough not to upset the delicate balance in there but not SO bland that the mere thought of choking it down makes me want to hurl (like the chicken, pasta, rice, crackers, toast, and every other goddamned starch on the planet). 

2. Why don't they just sell ginger ale already flat? I'm sure there are a few people out there who actually like drinking it (my mother is one of them), but it's also sort of universally accepted as "the thing you drink when you have an upset stomach" but for that it's supposed to be FLAT, so why not just sell a non-carbonated version? It'd probably be a big seller! Because it is a pain in the ass to have to sit there and stir out the damn bubbles. When I want my ginger ale, I want it NOW. I've actually taken to pouring out glasses and just letting it sit, so that by the time I'm ready to drink one, it's already flat. 

3. Is sympathy puking a thing in cats? Chelsea chokes up the occasional hairball just like anyone else, but she's vomited twice during the last couple weeks I've been sick. I know that seeing (or worse, SMELLING) someone throwing up can cause an upchuck reflex in people, but CATS?

(Actually, I think I know the answer to this one. I think it's just that she eats too fast. Because occasionally I'd forget to feed her so she'd be really hungry? And by "forget" I mean "lay down to take a nap, totally meaning to get up again before I go to bed, but I was on that crazy knock-out medicine so six hours later the nap turns into just going to bed" and I'd feed her the next morning.)
next_to_normal: (nap)
but you're legit not sure you can stay awake the half-hour until it starts.

You guys. YOU GUYS. I have not, in all my bitching and moaning about ~nausea and ~vomit, discussed how INSANELY TIRED I have been lately. I knew (because it was listed as one of the side effects, and also the pharmacist was like, "No, seriously, don't take this and then try to drive a car") that drowsiness was one of the side effects of Compazine, aka anti-nausea medicine number two. And I recognized that I was sleeping a lot, like more than is normal, even for a dehydrated and malnourished person, and that even the nature of my sleep was not normal.

This is a whole post about sleep )
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This season's "big bad," such as it were, is a character named Ari Adamian, heir of an Armenian crime family, played by Rhys Coiro.

He also, I have noticed, bears some resemblance to my gastroenterologist.

At least, a younger version of him. And I have no idea if Coiro's accent is at all accurate, but it is similarly foreign enough, given my zero talent for identifying accents, to remind me of my doctor's accent (he's Hungarian). It's the kind of thing where the accent probably wouldn't ping me at all except he LOOKS like him, too, so. 

So now if you watch Graceland, you too can picture my GI doc as a crime boss. And when they make the movie of this part of my life (working title Vomit: The Neverending Story), I know who will be playing Dr. H.
next_to_normal: (Miss Kitty Fantastico)
So I can post something that's not all Crohn's gloom and doom. Snagged from [personal profile] slaymesoftly  

Read more... )
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I swear, when I started talking about Crohn's on this blog, I didn't intend it to be all "OMG I'M DYING" posts to gain sympathy. To be honest, part of it now is just needing to write it all down just to convince myself this is actually happening because WTF even. 

So, I last posted on... what was it, Tuesday, right. And I was having some trouble with vomit. So yeah, that continued, and worsened, and I went to the doctor on Thursday, and he sent me to the ER for an immediate abdominal/pelvis CT scan to check for any intestinal blockage. Well, "immediate" and "ER" aren't really things that go together, unless you are literally bleeding from a gunshot wound, but apparently normal radiology places don't like walk-ins demanding same-day scans at 3pm, so the ER was better than nothing? (Easy to say when you are the doctor ordering this, and not the person who has to sit in the ER for 9 hours.)

I spent most of it in an actual bed, rather than sitting in the waiting room or a hallway or something, so that's a plus. And let me say that every single person who worked there was unfailingly nice to me. But it took 9 hours just to get a CT scan, which seems a tad inefficient. While I was there, though, I also got a liter of IV fluids, since I was horribly dehydrated after several days of vomiting and diarrhea. That actually helped a lot, I think, and possibly kept me from vomiting again until I went back to my doctor on Friday morning. 

The scan showed no blockage, which: yay! but also: that means we still don't know why I'm vomiting. My doctor no longer thinks it's just a side effect of the Humira, because a.) it just got crazy worse with no corresponding increase in dosage, and b.) I was actually on a much higher dose back when I first started the drug trial (indeed, that was the entire POINT of the trial), and I wasn't vomiting then. So *shrug emoji*.

End result: I am now on a new, srs bsns anti-nausea medicine (which also apparently doubles as an anti-psychotic) and have been eating solid foods for the past two days without incident. Hopefully this means our long national nightmare is over, and I can just go back to the business of feeling shitty for the usual reasons. 
next_to_normal: (Buffy sigh)
Haven't had much to say, sadly. Health continues to be a clusterfuck. I did get anti-nausea medicine that helped for a while (until it didn't), and I went on vacation, which was fun and relaxing (except when it wasn't), and now everything is terrible.

Read more... )
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The last couple days I've been... well. "Better" is not really accurate. The abdominal pain has been somewhat less, but the nausea is off the charts.

I feel like I am going to throw up ALL THE TIME. But I very rarely ever actually throw up, so it's just this constant state of feeling like I could at any moment? Like, you know that feeling when you're on a roller coaster and you hit the big drop and your stomach lurches? I'm basically walking around feeling like that all day.

It varies in intensity throughout the day, from "oh dear that's unpleasant" to "holy shit get the barf bucket!" but in a way, that's actually easier to deal with than the pain, because at least it is not physically debilitating. You know, as long as I just keep reminding myself that I'm probably not going to hurl, and so no matter how much it might feel like it, I can probably just keep going about my day and be (sort of, relatively) fine.

And then I threw up this morning. So much for that theory.

Mental health blather )
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I was chatting with [personal profile] per_aspera_ad_astra the other day about how deciding what I want to eat is essentially a question of what shape I want my pasta to be today, because that's basically all I eat. (In case you are wondering, today: stars!) And Kelly was all like, damn I should've bought stock in pasta, except of course I don't have any particular brand loyalty in that regard.

But there are several brands which I DO have a preference for, because they make life with Crohn's bearable. (And should any of them want to talk corporate sponsorship of this blog, please email me!)

Ensure - Nutrition shakes with 26 vitamins and minerals, and pretty much the only thing standing between me and scurvy, or some other vitamin deficiency-related disease, because heaven knows when I last managed to eat a fresh fruit or vegetable. I am partial to the strawberry and butter pecan flavors. Also comes in powder form, but I prefer the ready-to-drink shakes.

Jell-O - Mmmm, jello. Gives the illusion of eating solid food while actually being neither solid nor food! Handy when I can't actually handle eating food but need to get my blood sugar up so I don't pass out.

Cottonelle Flushable Wipes - Because my bottom is delicate and cannot handle the abuse of toilet paper at the frequency with which I need to wipe my ass. I buy 'em in bulk, but I also kind of want a travel-sized pack to take with me everywhere I go, so I don't have to use public restroom toilet paper. Honestly, I may never go back to regular old toilet paper, because this is so much better. Babies got it made, yo.

Calmoseptine - This goes on my butt. It's a healing/pain relief ointment for open sores, diaper rash, and other skin irritation, with menthol for a soothing cool sensation that one Amazon review likened to sitting on a peppermint patty. :D I actually got the recommendation from some Crohn's forum I was browsing (I may have googled something to the effect of "how to make my butt stop hurting Crohn's diarrhea hemorrhoids HALP") and those people know what they are talking about. Sweet, sweet relief.
next_to_normal: (Buffy ugh)
Sorry if this ends up becoming The Crohn's Blog for a while. It's been sort of all-consuming lately. I've been feeling more depressed and anxious about it than usual for some reason. Maybe it's the duration that's getting to me? I don't think I actually feel worse than I did when I was first diagnosed - when I actually ended up in the hospital - but it seems less tolerable than it was six years ago.

What happened to the girl who would throw up in the morning and still go to work, because it was only worth a sick day if I threw up more than once? I mean, obviously that's sort of crazy, but I feel like I was a lot tougher back then and shit has just worn me down so that half the time now I don't even want to get out of bed in the morning, and I've been taking days off far more than I ever thought I would. And my boss has been unbelievably accommodating in letting me work from home, but I also feel guilty because whether I'm in the office or not, I know I'm not getting nearly as much done as I would if I weren't sick. (Then again, this job requires me to do actual work. It was a lot easier to go to the office at my old job, no matter how sick I felt, when 80% of the time I was there by myself and just watching Netflix.)

And I also just don't have a lot of optimism left. We've run through most of the major drug options without success. I can keep hopping from clinical trial to clinical trial hoping for a miracle, but that in itself is exhausting, because it means more doctor's visits and more colonoscopies, and half the time it doesn't have any effect at all.

I have two more weeks before I can switch to the weekly Humira dose. If that doesn't improve things, then after 8 more weeks I can try another study, this time for an antibiotic. I'm just... tired. Of all of it. And wondering how many more things there are to try before the only options are steroids or surgery, both of which are awful choices.

Also, GOD I MISS FOOD. I've been mostly eating pastina, soup, and Ensure, and getting kinda sick of it. This is why restrictive diets don't work, because when I am food-deprived, I crave EVERYTHING. Like, we're at the point where I hear about Pizza Hut's new hot dog stuffed crust and think, "OMG THAT SOUNDS DELICIOUS," even if it also makes me feel a little nauseous thinking about it. That's not right, y'all.

Cut for weight/body stuff )
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I am officially a member, as I had my fifth colonoscopy yesterday! And what an honor, to have achieved this at only 31, having long ago surpassed my father's piddly count of two (at 63 years of age), and closing in on my mother's more impressive six (also 63, family history of colon cancer and polyps). To be fair, though, she started at 40, so she's had 23 years to rack up that number. I did mine in six years. *drops mic*

I did the math, which is depressing. My doctor recommends having a colonoscopy every two years. They generally stop performing them once you hit 75 or so. But that's for colon cancer screening, I guess because they figure the chances of you dying of something ELSE is much higher at that point, so why torture the elderly unnecessarily? Could be there's no limit for Crohn's. So, conservative estimate, assuming I live to be 75 and don't have many more years like this one, where I had two colonoscopies in 3 months for clinical trial purposes, I'm looking at another 44 years of every two years.

That's 22 more colonoscopies. TWENTY-TWO. Conservative estimate.

That seems... unfair.

In other news, y'all know that my dad is a fairly skilled amateur home remodeler/mechanic/handyman. We always joke that he should have his own HGTV show called "Projects Without Permits," since he is not actually licensed to do any of the things he does, but that really only matters because homeowners' insurance can be sort of picky about paying for accidents resulting from unlicensed construction/electrical/plumbing work. But that's only if something goes wrong. Which it never has.

My mom, on the other hand, is very talented at many things, but home repair is not one of them (you should try her lasagna, though!). So their latest project is remodeling their master bathroom. My dad has completely retiled the floor and the shower, installed new fixtures, sink, vanity, etc. My mom's job? Paint the linen closet. The linen closet is a rather tight space, so for this job, she had a little mini paint roller with a matching mini paint tray. I am told it was adorable. I never saw it, for reasons that will soon become clear.

So at one point, my father walks into the bathroom, into what he describes as a scene from The Three Stooges: My mother is standing on a step-ladder, leaning over to reach the back corner of the closet, except that as she leans, the paint tray tilts with her, and so it is spilling paint all down the step-ladder and onto the floor. While bending down to clean up the spilled paint in the narrow space, she bumps against wet walls both in front of and behind her, and now has paint in her hair and on the back of her pants.

She resumes painting. Somehow - and neither one of them could tell you precisely how it happened - she manages to fling the mini paint roller so vigorously that the sponge part flies off the handle and directly into a hole in the wall, which my father had made in order to access the water pipes for the shower. So my mother, already covered in paint, is now sticking her entire arm into this hole in the wall in an effort to retrieve the paint roller.

Dad: "You're going to get stuck."

The paint roller is never recovered.

Later: My parents have come to visit for my colonoscopy, and my mother has decided that I need plants on my balcony. She loves flowers, and rather enjoys gardening, so I let her do her thing, even though there is a 90% chance I will kill them within a week. My father and I are watching with bemusement as my mother sits out on the balcony, digging around in a flower pot with a kitchen spoon, because $11 was too much to pay for a shovel at Home Depot, and of course I don't have one. Gardening is too dirty. Which I say, out loud, and my mother mocks me for it.

And then she accidentally flings dirt out of the pot and all over her shoes. Me: "I rest my case."

When she's finished her planting - and her side of the balcony is smeared with mud - she realizes she can't come in the house without taking off her shoes because she'll track dirt in, but she can't untie her shoes until she's washed her hands because her hands are caked with mud. Me: "Would you like some wet wipes?" Mom: "Shut up. And yes."

Once she's got most of the dirt off her hands, she realizes she forgot to replace the garden flag in one of the planters. The garden flagpole is tethered to the balcony railing, because it gets super windy up there on the 6th floor, so sticking it back in the planter involves some maneuvering. My mother's solution is to tip the planter sideways and slide it under the flagpole's bottom prongs. Immediately, it tips too far and more dirt spills out onto the balcony. My mother looks at her hands, looks at the dirt, says, "Oh for God's sake!" and starts picking it up by the handful and tossing it back in the pot.

Dad: "What'd I tell you? Three Stooges." Me: "More wet wipes?" :D
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Much like the film itself, this post has become far more sprawling and unwieldy than it was ever intended to be, so I might as well post it now before I lose the plot completely. I reserve the right to change my mind on some things once I manage to see it a second time.

All the spoilers )
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Though it was touch and go for a while there.

Good lord, it has been over a month since I last posted anything and *mumbledy mumble* since I last responded to comments, because I am a terrible human being. Let's see... well, on the Crohn's front, the Humira worked really well for a while until it didn't, and now I am sick and kinda miserable again. We are running out of new drugs to try, though, so the best option might be to stick with the injections. The thing about Humira is that it has been on the market for years, but it is generally assumed that the FDA-approved dosage is not sufficient for a lot of people, hence why they are doing clinical trials at a higher dose like the one I just did. And I will say, when I was getting 4 injections a week, I felt a LOT better. But  after the first month, I dropped down to the approved dose of one injection every other week, which ain't doing it for me. Once the trial's over, I can maybe go up to weekly instead of every other, so hopefully that's enough? I have a few more weeks on this clinical trial and then another colonoscopy YAY

On the plus side, I have not regained the 15 pounds I lost, and I have acquired a new skill in administering subcutaneous injections? \o/

This whole trial has coincided - naturally! - with the BUSIEST TIME OF THE YEAR in work, since we had our big conference thingy last week, in which I have a WHOLE DAY that I am responsible for and it basically takes over my life for the six weeks prior. It went really well and everyone was happy and then I came home and literally slept for 18 hours. Oddly enough, prior to the conference, I'd been having some really unpleasant insomnia, possibly as a side effect of the Humira? But apparently I managed to cure that by working myself to the point that I literally could not stay awake any longer. (Or the insomnia's just not affecting me as much now that I'm on a lower dose of the drug.) Yay?

And of course, because Marvel is COMPLETELY INCONSIDERATE about scheduling their movie premieres during the WORST WEEK OF MY LIFE, I have not had the opportunity to squee over Avengers: Age of Ultron. Then again, perhaps it was for the best that I wasn't posting linkspams during the press tour, because it was a pretty epic shitshow, lol. Seriously. Joss was tired and cranky and then quit Twitter. RDJ walked out of a really uncomfortable interview. Chris Evans was noticeably drunk for the whole thing. Jeremy Renner was a douche. And poor Mark Ruffalo was publicly begging his own employers to put out some goddamned Black Widow merchandise because Disney doesn't care about girl fans.

I did get to see the movie, and I will have a long rambly post about it at some point. I was kind of hoping to see it again before I tried to gather my thoughts, since I was fairly exhausted and just wanted to squeeze it in before the conference started because I knew if I didn't, I'd totally spoil myself. But I'm not sure when I'm going again, and I have almost 2,000 words written, lol, so we'll see. 

I feel like there are a lot of TV things I should want to talk about, but it's all a bit of a blur. I sort of gave up on posting linkspams, what with being exhausted and not having any time. But I'm actually not sure I want to go back to them? Way back in yesteryear, I used to have a lot more ~thoughts and, like, wrote actual posts about actual things, and I would like to do more of that, if I can remember how to sentence the words and whatnot. The linkspamming is sort of a shortcut to say "hey things are happening with things I care about!" without having to put a lot of thought into it, whereas ideally I would maybe address fewer of those things but actually have something to say about them? I don't know. Maybe I will just disappear for another six weeks and only pop up to reassure you I am still breathing.

So, how have YOU been? What's new? What have I missed?
next_to_normal: (Peggy Olsen)
Hello again. So, I was sick and miserable through most of March - including my birthday :( - and then I started new drugs and now I'm feeling better and also have learned how to give myself injections, which is a thing I have been avoiding for like 5 years, but it turns out it's not that bad. (It probably helped that prior to the first shot, I was so sick I was like, "I will literally stab myself with anything if it will make me feel better.")

I also went to Boston (less snow than I expected!).

A month's worth of links:

* Sutton Foster talks about turning 40 and passing for 26 in her new series, Younger.

* Masters of Sex gets a July premiere date.

* This video is from a few weeks ago, but it's so adorable it deserves to be linked: Robert Downey Jr. gives a 7-year-old an Iron Man bionic arm.

* Homeland is once again changing things up for the next season.

* Here's two parts of an interview with Joss Whedon talking about Avengers: Age of Ultron. Plus, an article on the supertwins, Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, and a cute behind-the-scenes featurette.

* With Mad Men ending soon, here's an oral history of the show, an interview with creator Matthew Weiner, Weiner and Kiernan Shipka talking about Sally Draper, an interview with Jon Hamm, and one with John Slattery

* The rumors are true: The X-Files is coming back for a six-episode limited run.

* Jennifer Lawrence and Bradley Cooper talk about working together, and Jen mentions that the next X-Men movie will be her last. 

* For those of you who've always thought Arya Stark would make a great companion, you're in luck - Maisie Williams is guest-starring on Doctor Who this year.

* In other fandom crossover casting, Arthur Darvill will be on the Arrow/The Flash spin-off.

* Trevor Noah will be taking over hosting The Daily Show. No idea how he'll be as a host, but his stand-up is hilarious.

* The Americans has been renewed for season 4.

* This is a great piece on Orphan Black star Tatiana Maslany, which includes references to "licking the butter" - which seems like it should be a euphemism for something but is not.

* Behind the scenes on Community season 6 on Yahoo.

* A really long, but great read from one of the writers of Lost about the early years of the show.
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 * A major embargo on Age of Ultron articles has apparently been lifted, so there's a ton of interviews with Joss Whedon, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans, Jeremy Renner, Joss againJoss and Jeremy together, Evans and Jeremy, and basically the entire cast. And, of course, here's the new trailer.

* The Agent Carter showrunners talked about the season finale. And the Agents of SHIELD team talks about the upcoming half-season.

* I gotta say, I can't blame James Gunn - this awards season definitely felt like it was ragging on superhero movies (and the premise of awards-favorite Birdman didn't help). And, I mean, no one's saying Guardians of the Galaxy deserves to win an Academy Award (even if I liked it about a thousand times more than Birdman), but it seems kiiiiinda disingenuous to be mocking superhero movies when your nominees include Batman, Doctor Strange, the Hulk, the OTHER Hulk, Gwen Stacy, J. Jonah Jameson, and ROCKET FUCKING RACCOON.

* Kyle Chandler talks about Friday Night Lights and his new Netflix series, Bloodline.

* One more interview with Mike Schur about the Parks & Recreation series finale. Plus, an oral history of the show and an interview with Amy Poehler.

* Zachary Quinto is guest-starring on Hannibal, plus we now have a premiere date for season 3.

* The CW is planning an Arrow/The Flash spin-off with kind of an odd (IMO) collection of supporting characters from the two series. Like, I can see why they would want to build a spin-off around each of these characters individually, but I really don't get why they're all in a show together? Maybe it'd make sense if I read the comics.

* There's a trailer for Community season 6, and naturally it is a spoof of the Age of Ultron trailer, lol.
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I am trying very hard not to be like, "Ugh everything sucks," but... a lot of things suck. I am still sick and everything hurts and I am going a little bit Chris Traeger. Also, my parents had to put Patches to sleep yesterday (cancer, extremely advanced, like diagnosed less than two weeks ago). She was not quite 9, and is the second cat my parents have lost in 2 years, although Lily was already sick when they brought her in, so they only had her a few months. And my aunt's cat ALSO has cancer, so I have a lot of kitty-related sads.

First and last pictures I have of Patches )

So I decided that there was no way I'd be able to keep track of a whole month's worth of interesting news, besides which anyone who's interested in it probably would have seen it already somewhere else, and like, you do not need me to link to twelve interviews about The Americans, just go to [community profile] theamericans where they have 10,000 of them.

So this is just the absolute "can't miss" stuff. For some weird, subjective value of "can't miss" because I am super-biased.

* Good lord, it seems ridiculous to link to Super Bowl things almost a month later, but Chris Evans taking a flying leap over Chris Pratt cannot go unacknowledged. My bb also shows up in this video in which everyone takes responsibility for the Patriots' deflated footballs.

* Jon Stewart announced he's leaving The Daily Show.

* Jimmy Fallon organized a Saved By the Bell reunion - in full costume and some outstanding wigs.

* Spider-Man will finally get to join the MCU, thanks to a deal between Sony and Marvel.

* Empire has a whole series of interviews about Avengers: Age of Ultron, including Robert Downey Jr., Mark Ruffalo, and Joss Whedon

* Agents of SHIELD has made Adrianna Palicki a series regular. 'Bout damn time.

* Krysta Rodriguez has breast cancer, and is dealing with it in her usual awesome fashion.

* I don't usually link to John Oliver's Last Week Tonight clips, because otherwise I'd have no room for anything else. Just assume they're all brilliant and hilarious and watch accordingly. But his take on tobacco companies is too amazing not to share.

* Broadway nerds are finally getting their own con!

And a gif, because this snow ninja cat makes me happy:


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