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Another life mission complete. Saw Rammstein in concert last night. There were tears, screaming and fist-pumping, sometimes all at the same time. Spoilers for concert below. Though this is not all; just the salient points.

Last November, on the morning that my mother was having emergency brain surgery after a brain aneurysm leaked, my Dad and sister quietly sneaked out of the waiting room with a laptop and bought 2 tickets to the concert the instant they went on sale. Our seats were a handful of rows from the front of the lower level. 

When the lights went down, there was a commotion around us and me and my sister turned around to see the band coming down our effing row carrying a torch and a Rammstein flag and a Texas flag. They climbed up to a stage set up mid-way into the crowd and marched down a catwalk hanging a few feet over the crowd to take the main stage. 

Fire, Till-hammering and awesome ensued. We could feel the heat from fire. After the first set, the band crawled back across the catwalk, on leashes, by Cristoph (in drag). He used a whip on them, including when Till grabbed Flake and began dryhumping. They took the second stage right the fuck in front of us for a few songs before exiting back over the catwalk to continue the rest of the concert. At once point, Till was holding a fake bomblet in his hand that had a fuse with giant sparks. Once it fizzled to a flame, he ripped the lit fuse out with his TEETH to extinguish and spit it on the floor.

My sister, "Did he just..."
Me: "Yeah."
My sister: "With his..."
Me: "Yeah."

Other notes: Richard does have a big booty. His clothes were skin-tight. He was in slow-prowl mode most of the time.
Till repeatedly smashed himself in the head with the microphone, tore up an innocent mic stand and pretty much lived up to the legend. Paool looked normal-sized when not standing next to giants. Schneider was ridiculously hot and appropriately sweaty & shirtless, especially when bowing and waving from the small stage. Olli is a giant. Flake was, well, Flake. I bought 3 shirts and the scarf.

I felt (and prob acted) like Agent Coulson finally getting to meet Captain America.

Choice pictures in my gallery here. 

Avengers recs? Main ship Tony/Steve, though I'll take all.
Not seeing the movie until Sunday, but I'm not afraid of spoilerish things.

RL Update: Mom got though procedure great, though as coiling of large aneurysms go, she'll have to have another round for complete occlusion. This is normal, especially for larger aneurysms due to shrinkage of the coils as the nest if formed. But she has good "dome" coverage.
Her original hospital stay included an allergic reaction to something, though we're still not sure what. That happened again, resulting in a rash and extreme itching. Only thing that helps is hydrocortisone. I'm leaning on it being linked to her fibromyalgia, since this reaction begins 6+ hours after any exposure to latex, dyes or things used in the procedures and Benadryl doesn't help. Even if it were a reaction to something used in hospital bedclothes, the delayed involvement is curious. 

I've quit smoking again and trying like hell to occupy myself otherwise and might be rambling.

OL news:
In preparation for the rapidly approaching Avengers movie, I've now seen the Captain America and Iron Man 2 movies that I'd erroneously overlooked watching all the way through. Now have to track down Thor. Rawr. How had I missed all the keymash that was the Cap A movie? And of course I loved IM2. RDjr. has been on my "5" list for years. Even through his drug-fueled haze days. ESPECIALLY through his drug-fueled haze days. Now accepting any and all recs for Avengers fic. I needs it so I don't end up a wibbling nicotine-withrawled mess.

When OL and RL collide:
OMG I'M GOING TO SEE RAMMSTEIN LIVE AND IN THE SWEATY SWEATY FLESH IN THREE WEEKS AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH ALL MY FEELS. It didn't quite hit me until I started seeing the online shockwaves of them doing other US shows and it just doesn't still seem real that I'm going to finally finally get to breathe their rarefied highly flammable air. 

The only other band I've loved longer than I've loved Rammstein is Level 42 and their remaining parts are touring the UK later in the year. I always thought I'd have a better chance of catching them than R+, but that just goes to show life doesn't give a fuck and will just do what it does while you're at Taco Bell or whatever.

RL news:
My mom's having her 6 month post-leaking-aneurysm angiogram test Friday. *crosses fingers* She's been doing awesome. This is just to make sure the coils are doing their job. She's had no lasting damage or deficits. Other than what happens when you don't have health insurance and undergo a major medical event. 

My dad's also doing very well. Off using a cane and his hearing's finally getting better. He's still wearing hearing aids, but the nerve damage and ototoxicity from mega doses of meds to bring him out of septic shock is slowly fixing itself. Still no clues as to what happened. Doctors still flummoxed what the initial event was. They just know it wasn't lupus. /joke

One last domino to fall was my ex husband, who had a small stroke nearly two weeks ago. Apparently he wasn't taking his blood pressure meds and had a pressure spoke that resulted in a TIA or small stroke that left him with some weakness on his right side. He's not yet 50, so still too young. But I was 34 and in good health when I had my first stroke. Neither of us are overweight or in bad health or doing anything other than just being genetically predispositioned to high pressure. Thus, I always take my meds. Evil had a talk with him about taking care of himself and hopefully they can continue to repair their estrangement. We'll see on both.

I'm on Twitter all the time, yo, for other daily ramblings - what I'm listening to, up to and pissed about. @nuptse Come play with me. I'm lonely and bored. I'm also on tumblr but I admit I mostly lurk there because I feel like a dinosaur around there.

All okay here - no damage. Bricks were shat, though.

Behind the cut, a couple of amazing videos I snagged off the local news site. The first one is different video of some tractor trailers being tossed - and you can hear them being tossed around. The guys filming give good commentary - they obviously know the power involved considering where they work. The height some of the trailers get is mindboggling.

Second vid is of a multi vortex crossing a road.

Siren warning - you can hear it in all vids, turn volume down if you don't want to hear that.

( O_O )

Hunger Games nerdage behind cut. I was assigned Dist. 6. Mechanic. Which is... oddly proper.
( District 6 )

My foot's broken so I'm bored and watching too much tv this week. As for how I broke it, last weekend I climbed over a metal patio railing barefoot at my grandmother's apartment and I guess I landed too hard. Broke a couple toes and two other bones (metatarsals) and it's been graduating through a range of swelling and bruised color nicely. I can still walk on it, though tenderly and slowly, and no surgical intervention or cast is needed, at this point. Go me.

Present: I'm watching Saturday Night Live tonight on mute until Bon Iver comes on. Channing Tatum is nice to look at and that's about it. There's something horribly cardboard about him that is slightly offputting. 
How hilarious was that Downton Abbey spoof? 
YAY Bon Iver's doing Holocene. I want to wear that song like a warm coat. *chinhands* Everything from this band makes me want to snuggle in a down-filled comforter and drink endless cups of English tea. Which is fitting, I suppose, considering the band's genesis. 
Oh lard, the second-hand embarrassment of this show is epic.

Future: I wish there was some way I could see This Means War without having to also see Reese Witherspoon or suffer through what I'm sure is a depressing and laughable script. But Pine and Hardy - oh hell yes. 
While we're on the topic of OH HELL Yes: Act of Valor. As described on military.com: What's better than celebs done up in camouflage? Real SEALS in a movie! "Act of Valor" is a fictional story, which stars actual Navy SEALS, doing what they do best -- jumping, shooting, rolling around, blowing things up -- and it's all real. It's a premise that sells itself. Like Snakes on a Plane.

Past: Speaking of laughable, I finally saw Salt today. I find the idea of someone looking like Angelina Jolie being an intelligence operative ridiculous. Valentine op, yes. Field op, no. She's gotta be from the same planet of impossibility that Benedict Cumberbatch comes from; there are just some faces that you have to spend some time admiring to take it all in. There's an alien (can't be human!) level of aesthetic there that's fascinating and weird. It's like an uncanny valley of beauty. 

And while we're on the topic of aesthetic, yes, I'm totally enamored with Downton Abbey. 

Woof: OH and I caught Lost Girl for the first time last night. Never heard of it before, so WHO IS this guy Kristen Holden-Ried? (I find it hilarious we have the same first name.) YUM. Despite the fact that his character's named after a vacuum, I'll tune in again. Really, I could stare at all 3 of the leads. They're all so damn attractive. 

Humanity, I just a few questions...

Why is there a weekly show entirely dedicated to the search for Bigfoot?
-that involves people saying the word "squatch" in normal conversation without giggling?
-that features a guy that consistently makes the distinction between "amateur" and "professional" 'squatch hunters so that he can be supremely condescending?
-that one of their main ways of "searching" for 'squatch is to fan out and then holler to listen to responses from things that may or may not be coyotes?
And finally, why do people camp out in tents in the middle of nowhere?

Mainly, I wonder how or why this show keeping going if they don't ever get real proof. It seems every time I tune in, they're in the woods somewhere talking about how they just missed one or can tell one is near, but it's hiding or somthing.

I guess you could say the same for Ghost Hunters, but they seem to at least confirm or disprove sightings.
 

So. Reichenbach. Sheesh. How does one cope with all of ... that.
Listen to all the Radiohead and wallow. That's what.

( Climbing up the walls )

 

My Dad's secretary is a Scentsy dealer, so I asked for some of the My Dear Watson for Christmas. I only remembered the name from their catalog and didn't remember the description, so I assumed it might remind me of libraries and pipe smoke or such. Whatever, I didn't care. I'm just enough of a nerd to want it for the name alone.

But when we actually got our hands on it (thanks, Dad!) and took a whiff, Evil said it smelled like "knitted jumpers, kittens and soap." Which yeah, it so does. If you think you'd like that sort of thing, find you a dealer and try some. 

Actual Scentsy description from their website: Refreshing bergamot contrasted with mint, cedar, and suede. Sophisticated and smart.

I'm still looking to see if they have one described as "Leather contrasted with bow rosin, spices, mahogany and an air of condescension ignite to make this functionally sociopathic scent."