One more calamity

Just as I finally got over the intestinal virus and looking forward to picking up the health and exercise kick—I crack a rib. I'd like to spin a tale of heroism dealing with a burning orphanage, laser beams, and chocolate puddin', but no such luck. I was just fighting with the cumbersome box holding Lilah's new car seat when I tripped/lost balance and caught my ribs in the one place on the rail where there was a point. Laid on the ground for about five minutes before I could get up, then dragged the box downstairs. Somehow I got the thing installed before shock/adrenaline wore off and it's been painful ever since. What gets me is that I'll bend and expect it to hurt, but get nothing. Then I'll do something simple and lock up in agony. Guess I've got a couple weeks of this fun staring me in the kisser. Ugh.


Watched FIDO over the weekend. Looked like a decent flick and it was, but it just wasn't what I was expecting. Funny and the story had a lot of potential, but too "Leave It To Beaver" at times. (The Lassie joke was excellent though.) That and the father was an annoying prat. Carrie-Anne Moss and Billy Connolly were pretty much the whole show. It was strange seeing Carrie without her Matrix tone and garb. Everyone fit in with the time periodness of the picture and it was well presented, so I can recommend it as a NetFlix, but not a purchase.

Also I hit a small con with Mafus on Sunday. Not the smallest con I've ever been to, but it was nice to meet a few peeps and score a few books—Punishers actually, the arc that introduced Barracuda. Though the elusive Hitman issue 53 is still out there, waiting.

UPDATE: I have scored the elusive Hitman 53 via eBay. All is again right with the world.

And lastly, here's a pic of Lilah with a Hello Kitty hat/headpiece her uncle sent out for her. It barely fits, so we figured we'd snap some shots while the snapping was good. Kinda looks like she's got one wicked toothache.