First off...Panni, get thee to an Urgent Care facility. It may be nothin', but it's not worth taking a chance.
Second off...as to the weekly media check:
I've gotten a few of FSM's limited-edition soundtrack CDs earlier this week: Alfred Newman's The Prisoner of Zenda, Victor Young's Scaramouche, Jerry Goldsmith's The Wild Rovers, and Leonard Rosenman's The Cobweb and Edge of the City. They're all quite wonderful, but I like the Newman and Rosenman discs the most.
In the deeveedee player has been The Brain from Planet Arous and Star Trek: Voyager--Season One, which I'm finishing off tonight.
In the laserdisc player has been The Picture of Dorian Gray, with Mr. Hurd Hatfield, Mr. George Sanders and the lovely Miss Angela Lansbury. I picked up a sealed copy of this on eBay for under ten bucks, including shipping. A bargain, I tell you...a bargain!
Finally, I must apologize in advance for some upcoming e&t: the Significant Other and I are heading off to a friend's cabin come Saturday evening, and we'll spend a three-day weekend there with each other, a stack of books, and a few CDs. No TV, no internet, just a spectacular view of the Mississippi river and some wonderful, wonderful solitude. Every once in a while, we need to do that.
But first, come Saturday morning, I'm playing in a local Scrabble tournament. I usually do quite well in these, even making it through into the final rounds...but I've never actually won. (However, I did come up with the highest-scoring single word in the last Scrabble tournament I was in...FATHERED, in the upper-left hand quadrant of the board. Not only did I use all seven letters, playing off of an E, which earned the fifty bonus points, but I also hit TWO "triple word score" squares. Over three hundred points for ONE word. Needless to say, I won that game. But I lost the very next one. Ah, well...!)
So, wish me luck, eh?