Remember back when Google Reader allowed you to share items within Reader? Remember how awesome that was? Then they launched Google+ and it was supposed to be epic and better? And it so wasn’t. It was worse. Then they did the real name policy and suddenly people were getting banned and leaving. I’ve been sharing my Reader items there for a few months and I don’t like it. I did some digging and found a button to share to Tumblr from Reader and so I’ve moved over there. Follow with RSS or visit amyezekiel.tumblr.com – thank you!

My scooter and I got trapped in the snow last week and yesterday I finally had the chance to read the manual and figure it out. The circuit breaker tripped and so I reset it and ta-da! scooter works again. I took it today to my final laser hair removal appointment and the grocery store. Very lucky to have it.

Horatio and I had a lovely weekend with rather less video games and more TV shows. Really enjoying Alcatraz and we’re nearly done with season three of Alias. We made epic veggie burgers on Saturday, used a bagel as the bun and it was wonderful. On Friday my travels were made of fail. We were expecting rather a lot of snow, so I got a very early taxi [30 minutes early]. I’d arranged for assistance with getting on and off the train as I was in my wheelchair and my hoof is broken. I got to the kiosk and no one was around, so I wheeled over to someone to let them know I was there. On learning what train I was on, he suggested I get a direct service to my connecting station that was leaving then. I said my ticket wasn’t valid and he insisted so off I went. He said he’d call ahead to let people know I was coming. We arrived, the doors opened and no one was there to help. I stuck my good foot in the door to stop it closing and finally the train guard spotted me and got the ramp. I alighted and went to my next platform where I now had to wait an hour. My next train was running approximately 20 minutes late, we got moving only to stop shortly after. The conductor announced that there was a train on fire at the next station so we were queuing.

After 30 minutes we got moving again, then he announced that our train was running so late that they decided to cancel it. We all had to get off at the next stop. Thankfully, someone was waiting for me there. She told me to go to platform 4 and she’d come help me board the new train. I left and waited. There was another train for my destination on platform 5 and my assistance had disappeared so the conductor of platform 5 train got the ramp and off we went. It was a small local train stopping at the little stations, so it was a little adventure. Finally arrived at my destination an hour late.

The hearing in my left ear hasn’t been as awesome lately and the hearing in my right seems more awesome so I decided I needed another hearing test and maybe a hearing aid adjustment. I called to book an appointment and they seemed extraordinarily reluctant to give me one. I could understand if I’d been there every week for a year bothering them, but I haven’t had a test since 2009. She suggested it could be wax, I know my ears very well, if it were wax I’d get my ears cleaned. She wanted me to go to the hearing aid repair clinic first then be referred to the audiologists. My aids are fine, no change, its my ears that have changed. Grumble. Got there in the end, but it was difficult.

My foot is improving every day. I love being able to sleep without the boot. I can walk with a fairly ungainly lurch, without crutches. The pain is mild and controlled with ibuprofen. I miss going for walks and exercise in general.

While I was trying to understand Tumblr I had a look at Neil Gaiman’s. He has planned a Valentine’s Day surprise for his wife, Amanda Palmer. Apparently, they’ve only spent one V-Day together during their relationship and he is missing her. His surprise has been to publish details of where Amanda will be tonight after a gig and asked people to show up and blend in with the crowd. Then when Amanda arrives, they’re to greet her and then kiss her and tell her it is from Neil. I read it this morning and I tried to just let it go, but I’m really, really creeped out. I keep imagining myself in Amanda’s shoes and I do not like it. She has no consent here. If she doesn’t like the first kiss and leaves, she’s a bad sport. If she stays she is going to end up being kissed by 5-50 [Neil's numbers] strangers – in proxy of her husband. I can only hope that Neil and Amanda have discussed this sort of scenario before and she’s expressed delight. I’m not about to curtail someone’s kinks, but that pesky consent thing keeps popping up. I’m going to keep trying to let it go.

Having trouble writing now, so I’ll stop there.