Truly, the summer cold is a blow against all symetry and elegance in the world.  It’s one thing to be huddled up in February watching DVDs and with a hot beverage, but what do you do in June?  Lollygag on the deck, alternately feverishly sweating and wrapping yourself in your meagre summer PJs?  Make your hot beverage cold?  It’s not right, I tell you, not right at all.

A sort-of-ok part of getting sick: you watch stuff you would NEVER watch, normally

Especially as the world emerges from its layers of socks’n’sandals, long johns, Helle Hansen rain hoodies, and generally Vancouverian tarpiness into full bloom.  You just need that one day of getting a LITTLE too pink around the edges [I think that was last Wednesday] and you’re good to go until October.

I’ve been down for the count this week with a really weird cold/flu double-header that left no system in my body unturned.  I consider myself to have a relatively robust immune system for somebody who talks and touches sweaty people for a living but every once in a while it gets me.  I’m definitely in the ascendant, recovered more than enough to present to you Big Rock Friday VII.  Oh, and to watch this rad movie on Silver Screen Classics last night:  The Vikings with Ernest Borgnine and Tony Curtis and Janet Leigh and Kirk Douglas.  You haven’t lived until you’ve seen Ernest Borgnine in a bathrobe drinking beer out of a horn, pouring it all over his king-of-the-vikings medallion.

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