Recently I was at a friend’s home of mine, with a bunch of other friends, and the activity that came up was that we should all play a little bit of Rock Band. I have never played Rock Band, so naturally the first thing I did was to whip out the WorkPad Z50, which I had with me, to play a little bit of  Blogger Hero. However, I got bored of that fairly quickly, and because people were leaving, I decided to play a bit of Rock Band.

Before actually playing though, I definitely made the point of noting that I’d actually rather love to be able to play the various woodwind parts in the song, which led me to think about the various other types of Hero games that either already do exist, or might exist at some point in time. There is DJ Hero, Beetles Rock Band Hero, and of course I believe I’ve seen Flute Hero online. I’m sure there’s a Piano Hero game, even if it’s some sort of legit educational game.

All of that having been said, I would like to make it known that my personally preferred type of Hero game would have to be Jazz Band Hero. Like I said, I’d love to be able to pretend to play all of those woodwind instruments.

This post is way late, I know that and am ready to accept the consequences for it. But it’s something that’s fairly important, so I feel it deserves a little bit more treatment than I would have been able to give it any time between the actual show and now, now that finals and moving are done. An alternate post might be “In which I discuss my girlfriend as though she’ll never read this, or I am explaining her to people that don’t know her.”

Anyway, four years of Megan’s work as an art student here have recently come to a close, and I can’t say enough how proud of her I am. She’s not happy with her time here, and that’s reasonable, and there are indeed a lot of reasons for it. This school just isn’t the type you really go to intending to take full advantage of its good art program. It’s not. We have a good music program and a great business college and I’ve heard our college of engineering is really fantastic, but visual arts are pretty sorely lacking.

Visual arts, such as painting and drawing, not to be confused with visual communication, a business skill taught in the school of communication, of course.

This is something hat I didn’t really think about until Megan pointed it out to me, and it makes sense. The painting program shrinks each year and the majority of the other students in the program, as she’s mentioned, just aren’t interested in it. And so it was maybe her third year here that she began to really consider leaving, and halfway her fourth year she almost did, in an effort not to waste the time she could be spending doing exactly what she’s doing now, self-instructing, for free, and potentially with better feedback mechanisms.

It’s with that framework that Megan’s work, which typically centers around whimsical images of childhood, and in her third year started to get a little bit darker as a lot of the things in her life became more difficult. Her job was un-fulfilling, and her relationship with her roommate may be described as “strained” from time to time. She tended to do really good work though, and while I might not hang it in my living room, it has a lot of artistic merit and is technically really good.

With that in mind, it was surprising for me to see the process she went through for her senior show at the end of this school year. She started with some of the best works from the previous year or so, and started to expand on what began as a theme of childhood, having gone wrong. She then looked at a photo of her brother had set as a profile picture on a social networking site, which was of him as a child, sitting next to their grandfather. She loved it and immediately started painting it. I dont’ know if it was originally for the show, but after having started on it, her mind was almost immediately changed, as far as what to do for the show was. She was going to do specific memories from her childhood based on photos she had and had found at her mother’s house.

The transformation was fantastic. She set aside the gaggle of old paintings she had been meaning to use, and in total, painted fourteen new works in what works out to be just under three full (but short) months. Frustration set in from time to time, but overall, she was legitimately excited to do these paintings. The reactions from her family and friends who hadn’t seen any of the work she’d done (as she had done a fairly decent job of keeping the paintings off of the Internet) were fantastic as well. Everybody I spoke with at the show was thrilled that she’d done what she’d done, and I didn’t hear a single negative thing about the work she had on display. (Less important tidbits include the fact that Meaghan and I did the lighting for her part of the gallery, and that a good time was had by all at the reception.)

And so was the climax of four years of art education. I’m not going to be the judge of whether or not it was worth it, but I am going to say that while it may not have been as good as going to a dedicated art school straight-away, it was definitely a time of self-discovery for her, and my hope is that everything she’s done here has had a net positive impact on her as an individual. Right now, what I can say is that she knows what she’s doing next, at least for the next fifteen months, and while she won’t be here in his town, as I continue to work on my information systems degree, we’re going to be in as close contact as ever. Just… with computers or phones.

This past weekend was fairly slow. On Saturday, I worked all day as I am indeed wont to do, and rearranged the office a bit. We replaced the “countertop” at the window with a higher surface that will also sit flush with the windowsill, preventing us from dropping things behind the check-in counter. Additionally, the PC in the back of the office gained a second monitor, and became a nicer place to sit when you need to be in the rear of the office.

Sunday was a little bit more relaxed. I spent most of it working on the assignment for my business law course, as well as spending most of my day watching a Buffy marathon. Season 2 of Buffy is about to expire on Hulu, and I basically had a free day, what with my waiting most of the day for Glenn to wake up, as he had made some arrangements with me to go grocery shopping.

I waited until about 4:30 p.m. at which point Megan sent me a message, asking me if I was hungry. Naturally, having been on pyridostigmine, I was at that point where I was getting some hunger pangs. So we agreed on it, went to Taco Bell & McDonald’s and then made our trip to Basha’s where we picked up some food-like supplies for my room.

Afterward, I continued working on my paper and watched a few more episodes of Buffy. So naturally I forgot to post anything.

Monday consisted of the usual stuff, two hours of work, some classes (one of which I’ll admit I didn’t attend, in favor of finding some food) and, after spending a few minutes on the phone with Megan, another segment of my Buffy marathon, as I want to finish these next few episodes before they’re removed in a day or so.

I usually love the morning time, it’s my opportunity to be very aware of the transition from being asleep to being awake, and it typically consists of three phases. Phase One is where I was sleeping, and then am awakened by an alarm clock, use the restroom and weigh myself if necessary, and then lay back down for another 20 to 25 minutes. Phase Two is where I get out of bed again and then take my shower and get dressed. During Phase Three, I tend to have become fully awake and am browsing the Internet and eating until it is time to head out for whatever I need to do that day.

Beginning with the part where I actually managed to get to sleep last night, this time was way different in that I never actually managed to get to sleep. My roommate never went to bed, at all, and although there were brief times where he wasn’t in the room, he and his other friend where in the room watching very loud videos on the TV until about 3 or 4 in the morning, at which point he did turn the volume down, but was still mashing buttons and had a lot of lights on. (Keep in mind that when he sleeps, he requires the room to be the perfect temperature, silent, and completely dark.)

Additionally, I haven’t had the opportunity to go shopping, and I ate the last of my oatmeal yesterday morning. So I woke up this morning to some fairly epic hunger pangs, as often happens when I’m taking pyridostigmine. So I lounged in bed fora  few more minutes, then deciding I needed to expedite the process of me leaving the room, so I started with my shower, weighed myself (222, almost back to where I was before spring break!) and then got ready to leave.

After a few delays, I headed out at like 9:07, and made my way toward McDonald’s, about a mile and a half away, got my sausage mcmuffin with cheese and some orange juice, and walked back to the office, still nearly shedding tears from the stomach pain, and then sat down next to a coworker at the lab desk, which I hate because the keyboard and mouse are always, without fail, very greasy. (So I had to grab a keyboard/mouse out of my office.)

After that, my day improved, fortunately, and I always love the opportunity to take a walk. Fortunately, as I discovered, it’s possible to make the walk from my residence hall to the McDonald’s here in town back to the office, all in about 40 minutes. However I suppose I shouldn’t try achieving this again, as I suspect I will never be able to duplicate those results.

Before the spring break, I had a fairly significant length of time, like two weeks, where it was simply impossible for me to remember to bring my medications with me to work, so I forgot them all of the time. Half of the time I’d go through the day and realize “Oh, I haven’t taken my Cyclo this morning, I bet it’d be fine if I didn’t take it tonight” or “oh, I’m really tired so I’ll just go to bed before I’m supposed to take the Cyclo.”

Unfortunately, my estimation of how this would work out for me was very, very wrong. Indeed, I thought it’d be fine, maybe I’d notice a twinge of MG one day, immediately return to absolutely full strength of the medication and then have it go away.

Well, over the spring break, about which I’ll be writing at some point, I noticed the twinge of MG, and then as the vacation progressed, I noticed that little bit of the day where I had a thlight lithp get longer and longer, until we were back in Flagstaff and I was lisping pretty hard.

We proceeded to go to the neurologist and discovered that I was, for all intents and purposes, “cured” of MG. Not wanting to ruin it by going “Actually I have more symptoms today than I’ve had for maybe three or four months” I just agreed with it, and figured I’d take some pyridostigmine to alleviate some of my symptoms so the Cyclo could do its stuff.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t so much of an option, and in the week since I was in Phoenix to see the neurologist, I’ve been unable/unwilling to smile very much, because that uses muscles that are weak, I’ve been reverting back to “MG-speech” where my voice is very nasally and because most of my facial muscles are weak, I have issues pronouncing certain sounds. Unfortunately, at this point, it’s worse than just the lisp. Added to all of this, because I still want to be able to walk around and go to classes, I’ve been having some problems with my stomach due to taking pyridostigmine at somewhat random intervals.

This morning, a few of my other “favorite” symptoms came back: shortness of breath, and some vision side-effects. I do not know if the vision side-effects, which tend to be minor and may even purely be a result of the fact that I sit at a computer for a good portion of each day. The real problem for me is the shortness of breath. I can be walking down the big hill on campus, and breathing won’t just be a natural thing. It’ll either be very shallow and come in tiny breaths, or it’ll be large gasps every few moments when I can work up the strength.

It’s terrible and I do hope that it’ll be something that just does go away again when the Cyclo kicks back in. I’d hate to ruin my reputation for being cured, and almost even more, I’d hate to have to ask somebody to take me down to Phoenix again. It’s a good reminder however, that I do still have this disease, even if much of it is hidden during the bulk of the year, when I can properly remember to take the Cyclo.