Thursday, February 26, 2004
And now: Death.
She took my hand sweetly but with force, closing her warm fingers over my palm. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes. And she said to me, "There's nothing you can do for me. There's nothing anybody can do for me. I have cancer, and I am going to die." And she looked so old and fragile.
So ends the final chapter in this unfortunate womans life. For some reason, this particular experience shook me up more than most of the deaths I have witnessed. The others were somehow different.
Just had to share.
She took my hand sweetly but with force, closing her warm fingers over my palm. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes. And she said to me, "There's nothing you can do for me. There's nothing anybody can do for me. I have cancer, and I am going to die." And she looked so old and fragile.
So ends the final chapter in this unfortunate womans life. For some reason, this particular experience shook me up more than most of the deaths I have witnessed. The others were somehow different.
Just had to share.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
I solved one of the worlds greatest mysteries this morning in the shower.
I was thinking about time travel as it relates to one of Newton's laws--"every action must have an equal and opposite reaction." And I figured that, were someone to travel to our time from either direction, they would have to send an equivalent mass of stuff back or forward through time to compensate.
So what, you ask me. Well, sir or madam, have you ever lost a sock in the laundry? You know there was a full pair when you put it in, but only one comes out. But I figured out where they go. Time travelers, instead of sending back a big chunk of mass to their own time, are instead sending back socks and other small items. Have you ever lost something and been unable to find it, until a week later it reappears exactly where you were looking? Time travelers again, man.
No thanks needed. Universal mysteries are solved here daily.
I was thinking about time travel as it relates to one of Newton's laws--"every action must have an equal and opposite reaction." And I figured that, were someone to travel to our time from either direction, they would have to send an equivalent mass of stuff back or forward through time to compensate.
So what, you ask me. Well, sir or madam, have you ever lost a sock in the laundry? You know there was a full pair when you put it in, but only one comes out. But I figured out where they go. Time travelers, instead of sending back a big chunk of mass to their own time, are instead sending back socks and other small items. Have you ever lost something and been unable to find it, until a week later it reappears exactly where you were looking? Time travelers again, man.
No thanks needed. Universal mysteries are solved here daily.
Saturday, February 21, 2004
I had a revelation at two o’clock Saturday morning. I was sitting in front of my new computer playing pinball so I could sleep enough during the day to stay up all night at work, and I realized that pinball is something of a metaphor for my life: I bounce around from one thought to the next with no real game plan or clear objective in mind except to not get sucked into the black abysmal pit of doom, periodically helped out by some entity moving the flippers.
And as in pinball, someday all of our lives will fall into the pit. But it’s okay. Ever notice how the little stainless steel ball always comes back, even if it does sometimes require a quarter? And how it’s basically the same after its trip into the abyss? Shit happens every now and again, but the little ball always comes back for more.
I think it’s kind of inspiring.
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It's hard to comprehend how insane some people can be. Especially when you're insane.
(Stolen from Despair.)
And as in pinball, someday all of our lives will fall into the pit. But it’s okay. Ever notice how the little stainless steel ball always comes back, even if it does sometimes require a quarter? And how it’s basically the same after its trip into the abyss? Shit happens every now and again, but the little ball always comes back for more.
I think it’s kind of inspiring.
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It's hard to comprehend how insane some people can be. Especially when you're insane.
(Stolen from Despair.)
Today was spent almost entirely in anticipation of receiving my new Dell in the mail. I was at Maine Med all day in SCU4, and after a while there's gradually less and less to do. So, for a great deal of the day I was really antsy...
And then I came home. I was expecting a package, because the "Sorry we Missed you" UPS slip from Thursday said they'd drop it off at 10:30 and my dad kindly volunteered to wait for it to come. Also, Leah was coming over and we were going to make some pizza and stuff. So I was all hyped up.
So I get home at 4:15 or so this afternoon, anticipating the goodness of a shiny new black Dell tower. And...no package.
I was, of course, disappointed. But to make a long story short because it's one-thirty AM, the UPS man arrived here at seven o'clock on...the...dot. The clokc said 6:59 and I was about to put on my disappointed face when I heard the downshifting of those big brown trucks.
So...I have my new computer!
I am very, very excited about this. I mean, this thing is eleven times better than my old computer in almost every aspect. I say "almost every" because some things are greater than eleven times better. For example, my new 15-inch flat panel monitor is loverly. I'm definitely in love with this thing. And it has Windows XP, which despite being Windows seems to be working fairly well (computer crashes here).
Tears of noy have been cried. Thank you, Leah, for putting up with my nerd-gasms tonight as I worshipped my funky new toy. And thanks to the UPS man for getting it here on time. I will always remember his words, as my family and I excitedly descended on him:
"Take the truck! Take the truck!"
And then I came home. I was expecting a package, because the "Sorry we Missed you" UPS slip from Thursday said they'd drop it off at 10:30 and my dad kindly volunteered to wait for it to come. Also, Leah was coming over and we were going to make some pizza and stuff. So I was all hyped up.
So I get home at 4:15 or so this afternoon, anticipating the goodness of a shiny new black Dell tower. And...no package.
I was, of course, disappointed. But to make a long story short because it's one-thirty AM, the UPS man arrived here at seven o'clock on...the...dot. The clokc said 6:59 and I was about to put on my disappointed face when I heard the downshifting of those big brown trucks.
So...I have my new computer!
I am very, very excited about this. I mean, this thing is eleven times better than my old computer in almost every aspect. I say "almost every" because some things are greater than eleven times better. For example, my new 15-inch flat panel monitor is loverly. I'm definitely in love with this thing. And it has Windows XP, which despite being Windows seems to be working fairly well (computer crashes here).
Tears of noy have been cried. Thank you, Leah, for putting up with my nerd-gasms tonight as I worshipped my funky new toy. And thanks to the UPS man for getting it here on time. I will always remember his words, as my family and I excitedly descended on him:
"Take the truck! Take the truck!"
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
I have recently obtained a treasured new possesion that I wish to tell you about. I got me a brand new sinus infection.
Yes sir, over the last week or so, I've noticed a huge increase in my nasal mucus output. In fact, I would say that over the last few days, I've probably produced enough mucus to drown a draft horse. And the nose blowing-what fun! Especially at work, where the tissues feel like sandpaper on my nose.
In fact, this is beginning to get worse. I'm thinking it would be advisable to call out sick from clinical tomorrow, simply because I don't want to infect anybody at the hospital with whatever godawful thing I have.
On the other hand, we (my classmates and I) had a six-foot sub for lunch today. And you really can't beat that. And Leah and I are going to Pat's Pizza tonight (along with a boatload of tissues), so today has been and will continue to be filled with culinary delights.
My new Dell has shipped. It should be here in a few days...and I'm all orgasmic over that. The upgrade from a 233 to a 2.5 GIGAHERTZ processor will be...unbelievable. And the 32 megs transition to 128 megs of RAM will make me cry tears of joy.
Plus, 80 gig hard drive. (drools)
So I'm going to ghost my old PC with some sort of Norton product. I plan on picking it up today and totally ghosting my PC before the new one gets here. I don't want Eric (who is inheriting my current POS) to turn out to be some genius and find my credit cards and stuff. I must remember to make a boot disk and re-install windows, or else I shall be wrought wrath upon.
Yes sir, over the last week or so, I've noticed a huge increase in my nasal mucus output. In fact, I would say that over the last few days, I've probably produced enough mucus to drown a draft horse. And the nose blowing-what fun! Especially at work, where the tissues feel like sandpaper on my nose.
In fact, this is beginning to get worse. I'm thinking it would be advisable to call out sick from clinical tomorrow, simply because I don't want to infect anybody at the hospital with whatever godawful thing I have.
On the other hand, we (my classmates and I) had a six-foot sub for lunch today. And you really can't beat that. And Leah and I are going to Pat's Pizza tonight (along with a boatload of tissues), so today has been and will continue to be filled with culinary delights.
My new Dell has shipped. It should be here in a few days...and I'm all orgasmic over that. The upgrade from a 233 to a 2.5 GIGAHERTZ processor will be...unbelievable. And the 32 megs transition to 128 megs of RAM will make me cry tears of joy.
Plus, 80 gig hard drive. (drools)
So I'm going to ghost my old PC with some sort of Norton product. I plan on picking it up today and totally ghosting my PC before the new one gets here. I don't want Eric (who is inheriting my current POS) to turn out to be some genius and find my credit cards and stuff. I must remember to make a boot disk and re-install windows, or else I shall be wrought wrath upon.
Monday, February 16, 2004
"Everybody dies frustrated and sad, and that is beautiful."
~TMBG
~TMBG
Sunday, February 15, 2004
I'm getting a Dell.
2.5 Megahertz, 80 gig HDD, memory keys, CD-RW, 128MB shared DDRAMat 333 MHZ, 15-inch flat-panel monitor.
My current PC is a 233 MHZ, 7-gig HDD, 32 MB of RAM, and a clunky CRT monitor.
Helluva upgrade!
2.5 Megahertz, 80 gig HDD, memory keys, CD-RW, 128MB shared DDRAMat 333 MHZ, 15-inch flat-panel monitor.
My current PC is a 233 MHZ, 7-gig HDD, 32 MB of RAM, and a clunky CRT monitor.
Helluva upgrade!
Sunday, February 08, 2004
Two Years! Two whole years!
My God. The time has flown by. I love you, Leah. You're the best.
My God. The time has flown by. I love you, Leah. You're the best.
In response to a comment made by a guy named Kevin some time ago:
I'm enjoying the "Severe Tire Damage" CD from TMBG. It's got a rather excellent collection of live songs and some studio ones too. Yay!
I'm enjoying the "Severe Tire Damage" CD from TMBG. It's got a rather excellent collection of live songs and some studio ones too. Yay!
TWO YEARS!! TWO YEARS!! TWO YEARS!!!
I don't know where the time has gone. I love you, Leah. You're the best!
I don't know where the time has gone. I love you, Leah. You're the best!
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
In regards to Janet Jackson and Justin Timberlake:
Who gives a shit?
I think it's funny that people are complaining about some skin on the tube and how it's bad for their children. Presumably, to see that, they were watching the super bowl. And what is the super bowl? It's a group of 300-pound hormone-addled egotistical millionaire slimeballs beating the living snot out of each other. Just like Congress!
So, let's analyze the "outraged public" statement:
"I am OUTRAGED because while my children and I were watching two solid hours of violence, poor sportsmanship, anger, and sporadic shots of psycho-obsessive fan freaks, they were accidentally exposed to a womans breast while I let them watch a song and dance about non-consensual sex."
Freaks.
Who gives a shit?
I think it's funny that people are complaining about some skin on the tube and how it's bad for their children. Presumably, to see that, they were watching the super bowl. And what is the super bowl? It's a group of 300-pound hormone-addled egotistical millionaire slimeballs beating the living snot out of each other. Just like Congress!
So, let's analyze the "outraged public" statement:
"I am OUTRAGED because while my children and I were watching two solid hours of violence, poor sportsmanship, anger, and sporadic shots of psycho-obsessive fan freaks, they were accidentally exposed to a womans breast while I let them watch a song and dance about non-consensual sex."
Freaks.
