Jitter-tastic.

Too much coffee. i know that I drank ti much coffee this morning. i know exactly how much I can drink, before it crosses over to a little twitchy. I also know the number of cups it takes to step over the line to jittery. I know that when I go to my infusion, that no coffee means my blood pressure is perfect , and that one sip too many will push it into the,
 "Hmm…that seems a bit high,"  area.
This is when hey start thinking about the  old textbook's definition of what is incredibly dangerous, and what they know is an idiot who has ignored all the warnings, and just drank themselves into coffee oblivion anyway.
Best make use of the energy.
Last week. Having done the pumpkin festival, and had dinner down at Thurmans  Friday night, Beth, her Dad and I went to a car museum on Saturday, which exists just down the road in German Village. If you like old cars, it is amazing. You book a tour with the owner and he takes you around a packed garage, with at least 30 fantastically well kept old cars. If you want to see it, check out Trip advisor, and look for museums in Columbus.
Yesterday. I went to MS yoga and spent a fantastic hour and a half. We were doing the Urban Zen version. There are of lot of Urban Zen classes available. If you ever get the opportunity to go to one of these classes, take it. You don't need to know much/anything about yoga. All you need is the desire to be more chilled out that you can imagine.
This Saturday Beth and I are going to an immersive sound meditation. Same deal, no knowledge needed, except the need to totally relax. I will not be ramping down the coffee on Saturday.

Burr Review.

Yesterday, fully tripped out, with the Tysabri anti-MS warriors running into my blood, we went to see Bill Burr. I found him whilst trawling the internet a few years ago. He is exactly the kind of comic I really like, pushing at the edges of what the audience will take, and then wrapping it all up in a fantastic routine. His timing is absolutely spot on. If you ever get the chance to go and see him, do.

Reassess.

I've just listened to The Stone Roses - Second Coming for the first time in years. Its a really good album, I sat and listened to it straight through. They fell victim by getting bound up in crappy law disputes, and to the expectation that their second album would be a welcome dose of more of the same. It isn't, its a move towards something new.
This is not uncommon, The Beastie Boys second album was very different to the first, and was duly ignored. Like this album, it turns out it was really good, and time proved them right. The difference is that the Stone Roses didn't survive the reaction to their long awaited second album. Take another listen. 21 years on, they were right.

Early to rise.

Today is infusion day. I am up, listening to a radio documentary on Shakespeare's 1606. Apparently it was a cracker of a year, though not if your name was Guy Fawkes.
This months infusion feels very necessary, I've been out and about quite a bit, culminating with Andy Taylor's wedding last weekend. Andy asked me to be his Best Man earlier this year. I was surprised and very honoured to be asked. The lead up to, and the wedding day were excellent. I got to meet Andy's family and his friends, all of whom were really cool people. I found myself standing up in a Presbyterian church, where my Irish Catholic script knowledge stood me in good stead;  until one pitch at the end left me quiet, looking at the floor, riding the words out until we hit the Amen that I hoped was coming. Onto a lovely reception, where I got to deliver a really nice toast, which would baffle those who would have expected the English roast of the groom. No chance. This was a lovely wedding, cock and tart jokes unnecessary.
The wedding done, Beth and I returned back to house stuff, where we got to watch the outside of the house being transformed by a top notch group of painters.
"Ooh," we both said, "Should have done that 12 years ago."
Today, I would like my energy levels to be given a similar touch up, so I can have lovely paint on the outside of the house, whilst the blood barriers whistle through my veins, and my MS goes back to quietly sulking, and biding its time.

Prime Choice.

Years ago I decided to go with Apple, as I was interested in doing loads of arty stuff as easily as I could, and be thoroughly entertained. Apple has done this really well over the years, but their competition has caught up. I'm not interested in iTunes new streaming service as Amazon prime is way better. Apple offer streaming songs,  Amazon offers the same, with films, and two day delivery on whatever you buy, for $79:00 a year. Its no contest. My worry was that they wouldn't have all the music I would want. After using it for a couple of weeks I've realized that its got everything I want, and it just keeps booting more and more stuff.
Having been in the Apple bubble for years, its nice to take a look out over the parapet, take a deep breath and say,
 "Oh, that service is over priced tat, right?"
My recent visit to the Apple store was spent watching people trudging around in a coma, searching for over priced tech that they didn't need, sure that it would make their lives wonderful-fantastic, whilst walking past tables full of people hunched, quietly sobbing,  over the stuff they had bought back, while techs from the genius bar tried to breath electronic life back into the now useless dead bricks of metal before them. This is not a diss on Apple's repair service, it is fantastic. It is also very necessary.
All computers go tits up sometime or another, but it always looks like it hurts more when your Mac book takes a nose dive.
Does this mean I will go back to PC's ? Hell no,  they all go go tits up eventually. I'd like mine to be easy to use and look pretty.
I will being using Amazon Prime though.

Peel Eno appeal.

A few days ago I came across the Brian Eno John Peel lecture. Its was excellent, very different than Iggy Pop's lecture from last year, but fueled by the same love of music. I'm now listening Brian Eno at Peel Acres, where he looks through Peel's archives, whilst he talks about John Peel's influence across the years.
The ability to stream programs like this,  is what I like most about the internet.   I am a colossal music, comedy, art and writing nerd and. I can potter around on the net for hours, looking for art I don't know yet.
There is plenty about the internet I don't like,
"I don't way to play Candy Crush, fuck off!"
I do have to watch what I'm doing,  charity for  cyber criminals is not on my wish list. But, mining the net looking for comedy and music, is a fantastic use of my time.