New Space Monkeys! comic this morning. It involves sex with space phenomena.

I knew Oprah must have something to do with this "nose bidet" business. Go with your gut, I always say. (Or in this case, your nose cavity.)

In unrelated news, the first batch of Terribly Happy Best of '06 CDs went out today. If you don't get it by early next week, don't panic. I only sent the first 11. More will go out Monday and every day thereafter as soon as I stock up on more envelopes and a new glue stick. (Yes, I said glue stick. This is very DIY.)

Did Oprah mention "Nose bidet" on her show today, or something? I'm getting tons of search hits for that term, leading people to find my old neti pot entry.

Did we just officially change the name to "Nose bidet," or what?

New Smallville recap, which benefited from some Webcam-viewer input, is up on TelevisionWithoutPity.com:

Wonder Woman Showzen -- Lynda Carter guest stars as Chloe's mother, who has been catatonic for more than a decade. It turns out that she can control meteor-infected people. With her mind! Then she actually watches the show, and it makes her go comatose again. Such is life on Smallville.

A new Space Monkeys! comic is up this morning.

So about that Webcam box thingy below...

I did a live Webcam thing (as opposed to the Webcams that are taped for future generations) last night using Ustream.TV. Ryan has been doing some cool stuff in Hawaii with it, pairing it with a Sprint EVDO mobile modem, and far be it from me to co-opt some cool technology for my own ends.

In this case, I was stuck at my desk recapping Smallville (my laptop is in the shop), so I thought I'd turn on the Webcam and let people watch me work. The funny thing is that people could hear what I was watching and all the dramatic sounds from the show made it sound like my working life is incredibly rich in subtext and danger.

There's a chat room component, so I was able to answer questions and take goofy requests. I may do it again soon. I'll let you know here or, if you see me on Twitter, when I'll be doing it again. I may do another test run tonight as I finish editing the recap.

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The spa thing.

I got my man massage.

It wasn't even a little bit gay. Color me unimpressed.

No, really, what happened is they put you in an incredibly comfy robe and heavy plastic sandals. You fill out some forms and then they stick you in a very relaxing room with soft music (I wouldn't have minded some Austin-y rock music, but whatever). The guy was very nice, not at all sketchy or untoward. He was professional and my boxers never left my person.

They stick you under a sheet and a very heavy soft blanket and the massage table is heated. You feel like a bug in a cocoon. It's incredibly comfy.

There were no oils: just some lotion or whatever they use. I'll be honest, I was about conked out already before the massage started. The guy was a little rough with me. I yelped at one point -- and now parts of my back hurt from the pressure. But at the end of the massage, I felt great. Relaxed and refreshed and ready for the world.

Then I went for the mini-facial, which was even better.

The woman who did it was very chatty and funny. We got along great. It was the same setup. A very relaxing table and under the blankets, snug-like.

A little device blows steam at your face. Layers and layers of soft, nice-smelling things were rubbed on my face for what seemed like days. She put honey on my lips. While a mask on my face hardened, I got a shoulder and neck massage.

I found myself conking out for real this time. I was right on the edge of a small snore several times before I awoke with a jerk. It was just so relaxing and calming. I wasn't able to hold up my end of the conversation. I just lay there and got pampered, which I guess is kind of the point.

I kept thinking during the facial and the massage about when each one would end. Whether I was supposed to even be there. I suppose people who go to the spa a lot get used to it, but for me I couldn't get away from my own observance of it, of experiencing it for the first time. I guess that's a sign that I never fully relaxed, but by the time the facial was done and it was time to get up slowly and put the robe back on, I was as close to completely mellow, relaxed and whole as I can probably get at any given time.