Anyone care for a dose of the heebeegeebees? Try this. Yuck.
I played/play way too much nintendo as a kid/adult. I have recently noticed that whenever I am given some bad news that is not terribly serious, my mind plays out the sound of mario (or luigi, or the princess, or mr. toadstool) dying from Super Mario Brothers 2. Example: Put dollar bill into vending machine, choose twizzlers, twizzlers get stuck: "Do do-do do-do."
In other news...oh wait, I'm sorry...did we just bump shoes? Excuse me, I have a wide stance when I blog.
Last night whilst on call the following things happened, in order of ascending awesomeness:
1. Called to patients bedside at 2 a.m. because a nurse was worried about poor urine output. After seeing the patient and writing most of a note it was discovered that the tech had emptied the urinal without the nurse knowing and the patient's urine output had, in fact, been stellar.
2. Discovered a row of vending machines that work with a credit card allowing multiple purchases per swipe; spent 5% of this month's paycheck on skittles, gross coconut doughnuts, and cheez-its.
3. Wore an array of not 3, not 4, not 5, but 6 pagers at one time, each with it's own equally obnoxious melody. One, however, was pretty sweet. After about the 5th beep, I realized that it was a robot-cadence version of "starry, starry night," by Don McLean.
4. Heard the first non-sir mix-a-lot usage of the word "anaconda" in reference to my subspecialty's "sub-specialty."
5. While attempting to turn a drunken patient onto his back I placed my hand into a pool of said patients urine.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
as long as i'm having my mind blown out of my calvarium...
your patience will be rewarded with a Police rip-off including the lyrics, "repeat my lights sequentially!"
inspired by napalm
A strange sesame street skit on tarsky's blog, which I don't remember seeing as a child, gave impetus to a youtube search for something that I have longed for since the dawn of time. Well, at least since about 1995. I cannot believe that i found it!
Check it:
My high school band and half of my credit card passwords come from this clip! What a trip. Oops, I let a rhyme slip. Ha, what a quip! I am a dip. [AHHHHHH!!! I'M GETTING SUCKED IN!!! THE SESAME VORTEX HAS GOT ME!!!!!]
Check it:
My high school band and half of my credit card passwords come from this clip! What a trip. Oops, I let a rhyme slip. Ha, what a quip! I am a dip. [AHHHHHH!!! I'M GETTING SUCKED IN!!! THE SESAME VORTEX HAS GOT ME!!!!!]
Sunday, August 19, 2007
classic josh move
after working on my upcoming presentation for a significant amount of time, I found myself diverted into a little photoshopping to add some much-needed humor to an otherwise "just-the-facts-ma'am" keynote.
I found this ridiculous thing on the internet (It's not mine, I swear):
And turned it into this:
Are there people out there who get paid for this sort of thing? And if so, is it too late to switch over to such a career path?
I found this ridiculous thing on the internet (It's not mine, I swear):
And turned it into this:
Are there people out there who get paid for this sort of thing? And if so, is it too late to switch over to such a career path?
Gar's continuing belated birthday extravaganza
It's still within gar's birthweek so I can continue to celebrate. The following pitures are, in fact, the oldest and most recent photos, respectively, that I have of my brother. Besides, being kind of sad that the most recent shot I have of him is from January, it is mind boggling that he is making the SAME FACE!!!! Check it:
"Don't go changin' to try to please me...[saxophone solo]"
P.S. As a half-arsed b-day present, I will not buy for you, but will encourage you nonetheless to read this month's SPIN magazine's INTERPOL interview. It is thoroughly enlightening.
"Don't go changin' to try to please me...[saxophone solo]"
P.S. As a half-arsed b-day present, I will not buy for you, but will encourage you nonetheless to read this month's SPIN magazine's INTERPOL interview. It is thoroughly enlightening.
Friday, August 17, 2007
magic baby
Sure, it was cute when she summoned a rainbow, but it got scary when she starting shooting lightning out of her eyes.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
GARBS!
Happy B to the D, broheim! In honor of this significant milestone, I will stay up all night worried about sick people.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Go LEPERS!!! I Mean...LEOPARDS!!!
Guess this beats being famous for the whole gay club thing. No, wait...I don't think it does.
a propos
nit·pick [nit-pik]
–verb (used without object) 1. to be excessively concerned with or critical of inconsequential details.
–verb (used with object) 2. to criticize by focusing on inconsequential details.
–noun 3. a carping, petty criticism.
–adjective 4. of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a nitpicker or nitpicking.
Also, nit-pick.
p.s. somebody wasn't happy with my inability to spell this word. Any for for a steamy, thick slice of irony? [clears throat] "PETER!"
–verb (used without object) 1. to be excessively concerned with or critical of inconsequential details.
–verb (used with object) 2. to criticize by focusing on inconsequential details.
–noun 3. a carping, petty criticism.
–adjective 4. of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a nitpicker or nitpicking.
Also, nit-pick.
p.s. somebody wasn't happy with my inability to spell this word. Any for for a steamy, thick slice of irony? [clears throat] "PETER!"
Saturday, August 11, 2007
continuing to knit pick
there's a "to" in the last post that should be a "too."
In reference to the same pink shirt I was wearing yesterday, an old dude said "hey, you're wearing a girl's shirt."
In reference to the same pink shirt I was wearing yesterday, an old dude said "hey, you're wearing a girl's shirt."
Friday, August 10, 2007
nit (knit?) picking
First of all, check this out, it's just awesome.
So, today I's a walkin' with a good friend who complimented my shirt (I'm all dressed up on account of a conference) and I said, "don't look to close, it hasn't been wrinkled in a while." Nice...
The other day I was reading a report by another doctor and he was trying to describe the location of a lesion using the old clock face description. Except he wrote, "there is a nodule at 1 p.m."
If there is a corner of hell for people who spent their entire lives pointing out flaws, I'll let you know.
So, today I's a walkin' with a good friend who complimented my shirt (I'm all dressed up on account of a conference) and I said, "don't look to close, it hasn't been wrinkled in a while." Nice...
The other day I was reading a report by another doctor and he was trying to describe the location of a lesion using the old clock face description. Except he wrote, "there is a nodule at 1 p.m."
If there is a corner of hell for people who spent their entire lives pointing out flaws, I'll let you know.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
I.A.
You know what bugs me? Besides Tyra Banks and Nancy Gray? Inappropriate abbreviations. In the field of medicine I am faced with this a lot. Let me try to remember some of my unfavorites.
RTC ("round the clock" meant to imply that something should be done all day long. Shouldn't it be A-round the clock? "Round" should only be used as a preposition in christmas songs.)
Tx, Dx, Sx, Fx, etc (basically, take any word and use only the first letter plus x. Everybody else is left to telepathically infer your meaning. All of them are variable. It's not like Dx always means diagnosis. It also means disease. Sx can be for symptoms or surgeries. You catch my drift. Fx Ax!!!)
Now I'm really bugged because I started this post with one particular abbrev. in mind that was particularly annoying because the abbreviation takes longer to say than the word it's replacing, but of course now I can't remember what it was. 5 free iTunes songs to whoever lists one first.
Now, in response to the commentary of the last post, re: names. Tarsky, you got me all a-laughin' with the 6 degrees of kevin bacon. But the strange thing was I had already dreamed up an awesome cd mix-tape challenge earlier that day. Here's what's what: I give you two artists, say...Guns N Roses (that's just one artist so far, for all of you non gnr fans) and the Samples. And your job is to connect the two in a mix tape with the following rules. Each consecutive song must be related to the last in an alternating fashion as follows: Song by the artist, song by another artist with at least one word in the title (besides a, the, an, etc) in common with the last song, another song by the same artist, then another song by another artist again with a title word in common with the last and so on, and so forth. That's confusing I realize, so let me demonstrate.
Now, no credit is given if iTunes is used in assembling the list (like I just did), however extra credit is given for making the connection in fewer steps. I realize that I could have just let you go song to song without making you use two from each artist, but this makes it more complex and interesting, no?
Alright, here is the challenge: M.C. Hammer to Sarah McLachlin.
He (or she) who get's it in the fewest steps will win another 5 iTunes songs. (who am i kidding, pete is the only one who may POSSIBLY even respond to this...[secret psychological tactics at play here]).
p.s. I just ate an orange swedish fish candy that tasted like Comet Cleanser (this smell is a registered trademark of Josh's Entire Childhood), so if I start to slduflurrrr my spehsdlhc;haeeecdh, you'rlllll undrerjstsandnd hnwyyywhyyyydlsh.
Post P.S. Addendum:
Picture pages picture pages...(random bill cosby images should flash across your brain. And possibly a strangely large marker)
On the back of a package of gummy bears I recently injested. Should I be worried?
As depressing as it is for me to add pictures of work (or to even THINK about work whilst enjoying an evening at home) I've been catching some sweet sunrises lately.
Lucie loves straws. She's mutilating one in this pic.
This is still funny to me.
Just cause she's cute and far away. (mel and luce are in DC for the week)
I know I shouldn't mock this, but come on...This is a poster to help people identify what sexual HARRIS-ment is. (NOT her-ass-ment)
Can't tell, but this is a pic of a whole strip of shops called "Fred's Meats", "Pete's Pizza", and "Pete's [something else]." I'll have to get a better pic.
Excuse me, Mr. Adam Duritz: It is not necessary to obscure every living semblance of the original melody and/or cadence when singing your songs live.
RTC ("round the clock" meant to imply that something should be done all day long. Shouldn't it be A-round the clock? "Round" should only be used as a preposition in christmas songs.)
Tx, Dx, Sx, Fx, etc (basically, take any word and use only the first letter plus x. Everybody else is left to telepathically infer your meaning. All of them are variable. It's not like Dx always means diagnosis. It also means disease. Sx can be for symptoms or surgeries. You catch my drift. Fx Ax!!!)
Now I'm really bugged because I started this post with one particular abbrev. in mind that was particularly annoying because the abbreviation takes longer to say than the word it's replacing, but of course now I can't remember what it was. 5 free iTunes songs to whoever lists one first.
Now, in response to the commentary of the last post, re: names. Tarsky, you got me all a-laughin' with the 6 degrees of kevin bacon. But the strange thing was I had already dreamed up an awesome cd mix-tape challenge earlier that day. Here's what's what: I give you two artists, say...Guns N Roses (that's just one artist so far, for all of you non gnr fans) and the Samples. And your job is to connect the two in a mix tape with the following rules. Each consecutive song must be related to the last in an alternating fashion as follows: Song by the artist, song by another artist with at least one word in the title (besides a, the, an, etc) in common with the last song, another song by the same artist, then another song by another artist again with a title word in common with the last and so on, and so forth. That's confusing I realize, so let me demonstrate.
Guns N Roses, sweet child of mine, Neil Young - I am a child, Neil Young - harvest moon, The Police - Walking on the moon, The Police - Every Breath You Take, Dixie Chicks - Cowboy Take me Away, Dixie Chicks - Not Ready to Make Nice, The Samples - Did you ever look so Nice.
Now, no credit is given if iTunes is used in assembling the list (like I just did), however extra credit is given for making the connection in fewer steps. I realize that I could have just let you go song to song without making you use two from each artist, but this makes it more complex and interesting, no?
Alright, here is the challenge: M.C. Hammer to Sarah McLachlin.
He (or she) who get's it in the fewest steps will win another 5 iTunes songs. (who am i kidding, pete is the only one who may POSSIBLY even respond to this...[secret psychological tactics at play here]).
p.s. I just ate an orange swedish fish candy that tasted like Comet Cleanser (this smell is a registered trademark of Josh's Entire Childhood), so if I start to slduflurrrr my spehsdlhc;haeeecdh, you'rlllll undrerjstsandnd hnwyyywhyyyydlsh.
Post P.S. Addendum:
Picture pages picture pages...(random bill cosby images should flash across your brain. And possibly a strangely large marker)
On the back of a package of gummy bears I recently injested. Should I be worried?
As depressing as it is for me to add pictures of work (or to even THINK about work whilst enjoying an evening at home) I've been catching some sweet sunrises lately.
Lucie loves straws. She's mutilating one in this pic.
This is still funny to me.
Just cause she's cute and far away. (mel and luce are in DC for the week)
I know I shouldn't mock this, but come on...This is a poster to help people identify what sexual HARRIS-ment is. (NOT her-ass-ment)
Can't tell, but this is a pic of a whole strip of shops called "Fred's Meats", "Pete's Pizza", and "Pete's [something else]." I'll have to get a better pic.
Excuse me, Mr. Adam Duritz: It is not necessary to obscure every living semblance of the original melody and/or cadence when singing your songs live.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Englebert Humperdink
So my name is Josh. Hopefully you knew that. Strangely enough, however, if one were to look at my birth certificate one would see that my name is actually two letters longer. Joshua is my real name. But, as a testament to how little I associate myself with that name, behold the following story.
The username that was assigned to me for the 'puters at work is Joshua1. Everytime I type that in, instead of thinking, "oh look, self, there's your name again," it is so foreign that I think rather of the 80's movie Wargames. If this reference is lost on you, please immediately tab over to netflix, sign-up if necessary, and rent that awesome film. Be prepared for some annoying Ally Sheady-ness, but some totally sweet flying pterydactyls.
Sticking with this innominate theme, check this action out. So I am frequently, nay...always spelling my name for people who, at the sound of it completely lose their ability for rational thought and often respond, "whoa...what the heck kind of name is that?" To which I'm apt to reply, "hey dumbass, it's two english words. Open your eye-holes." So anyways...the real story is a funny little quirk about it's spelling. I'll be spelling it out for them...real slow-like...and I finish "o-a-k." And they inevitably respond. "o-k." This leaves me horrifically perplexed. Are they indicating their comprehension of it's spelling? Or did they, in a feat of increasingly astounding lameheadedness, mispelling my name "holyok."
Ok. I'm off to read about the bladder. I know, I know...you're all jealous. Just wait till you need a TURBT! You'll wish you'd sat alone in a stuffy room at an eery hospital reading urology textbooks instead of relaxing at home with the family sipping cranberry juice and eating mike & ike's. You'll be sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!
The username that was assigned to me for the 'puters at work is Joshua1. Everytime I type that in, instead of thinking, "oh look, self, there's your name again," it is so foreign that I think rather of the 80's movie Wargames. If this reference is lost on you, please immediately tab over to netflix, sign-up if necessary, and rent that awesome film. Be prepared for some annoying Ally Sheady-ness, but some totally sweet flying pterydactyls.
Sticking with this innominate theme, check this action out. So I am frequently, nay...always spelling my name for people who, at the sound of it completely lose their ability for rational thought and often respond, "whoa...what the heck kind of name is that?" To which I'm apt to reply, "hey dumbass, it's two english words. Open your eye-holes." So anyways...the real story is a funny little quirk about it's spelling. I'll be spelling it out for them...real slow-like...and I finish "o-a-k." And they inevitably respond. "o-k." This leaves me horrifically perplexed. Are they indicating their comprehension of it's spelling? Or did they, in a feat of increasingly astounding lameheadedness, mispelling my name "holyok."
Ok. I'm off to read about the bladder. I know, I know...you're all jealous. Just wait till you need a TURBT! You'll wish you'd sat alone in a stuffy room at an eery hospital reading urology textbooks instead of relaxing at home with the family sipping cranberry juice and eating mike & ike's. You'll be sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
as sands in the hourglass...
I had the theme to the Days of Our Lives in my head as I started this post. Who on earth knows why.
Yesterday we took Luce [sic] to Toys Backwards-R Us. I ended up spending a substantial amount of time playing Playstation 3 there. There was this game where you drive an off-road truck in Monument valley along a course that is at the edge of a huge canyon. The graphics were abso-freaking-lutely incredible. I was amazed. I kept driving off the side on purpose because it looked so nuts, even though it would always cut off and put you back on the road before you fell very far. Mel was watching and she's all "you're totally going to dream this tonight." So what did I dream? I was in a minivan (white and lame, not like my awesome silver dream-machine.) and driving up a canyon sort of like Milcreek canyon and I careened (hmm...gonna have to look that one up...wow, actually spelled it right) off the side and the minivan rolled over and over again. She was right!
Then last night I dreamt that Malcolm was driving this big cabin-cruiser boat and went really fast out of the dock and then there were islands everywhere with Mammoth sized crabs on them and they would try to snap at us as we went by.
My coworker said she dreamt the following last night "I dreamt there were all these hooligans, and they were such bad hooligans that Oprah started sending them all of her underwear everyday." I am still dying/laughing.
In 1984 my family lived in Denver, CO just for the summer. It just so happens that there was some awesome music that was really big that summer and ever since then whenever I have heard those songs they would make me think of that one summer in Denver. I think I even made a mix of denver songs for my sis. So today as I walked past the OR I heard one of them: Bruce Springsteen: Dancin' in the Dark and I felt so weird because I am here in Denver again! It's so strange trying to reconcile all of those random memories with the place I live in now. They seem like they are from alternate universes.
Speaking of music in the OR (which is operating room, but everyone knows that, don't they?) today whilst taking out a bladder tumor the song "take me out" by FF came on. I thought, "how appropriate." And I imagined the patient dreaming "I know I won't be leaving here with you," in reference to his multiple papillary WHO grade I/III TCC masses . It was a touching moment.
Note to self: When you finally get up the funds, the wherewithall, and the guts/glory to make your biopic a la Zach Braff, but with fewer awkward palm-to-father's-chest moments (see Garden State (2004)), make sure to include the scene where your daughter is rent from her mother's wound cesarean-style with a sweet series of on-the-beat still frames of her first breath and crying set to the music (which actually was playing) of the Who's Won't Get Fooled Again [specifically the part following the extended keyboard solo where mr. Roger Daltrey lets out a scream...Now all of you take a moment to imagine that exact part juxtaposed with all of the stress of watching your child being born and she's letting out her very first scream...I mean come on! This is the stuff of High School Film teachers' most joyous moments! Carter (last name?) from East High: wherever you are, you were a totally sweet film teacher.) Geez, I've used so many of these () and these [] that I don't know what I still need to close. Forget it.
Ok. Probably enough for today. I'm off to cart around my daughter and relish all of the attention that she gets. PEACE.
Yesterday we took Luce [sic] to Toys Backwards-R Us. I ended up spending a substantial amount of time playing Playstation 3 there. There was this game where you drive an off-road truck in Monument valley along a course that is at the edge of a huge canyon. The graphics were abso-freaking-lutely incredible. I was amazed. I kept driving off the side on purpose because it looked so nuts, even though it would always cut off and put you back on the road before you fell very far. Mel was watching and she's all "you're totally going to dream this tonight." So what did I dream? I was in a minivan (white and lame, not like my awesome silver dream-machine.) and driving up a canyon sort of like Milcreek canyon and I careened (hmm...gonna have to look that one up...wow, actually spelled it right) off the side and the minivan rolled over and over again. She was right!
Then last night I dreamt that Malcolm was driving this big cabin-cruiser boat and went really fast out of the dock and then there were islands everywhere with Mammoth sized crabs on them and they would try to snap at us as we went by.
My coworker said she dreamt the following last night "I dreamt there were all these hooligans, and they were such bad hooligans that Oprah started sending them all of her underwear everyday." I am still dying/laughing.
In 1984 my family lived in Denver, CO just for the summer. It just so happens that there was some awesome music that was really big that summer and ever since then whenever I have heard those songs they would make me think of that one summer in Denver. I think I even made a mix of denver songs for my sis. So today as I walked past the OR I heard one of them: Bruce Springsteen: Dancin' in the Dark and I felt so weird because I am here in Denver again! It's so strange trying to reconcile all of those random memories with the place I live in now. They seem like they are from alternate universes.
Speaking of music in the OR (which is operating room, but everyone knows that, don't they?) today whilst taking out a bladder tumor the song "take me out" by FF came on. I thought, "how appropriate." And I imagined the patient dreaming "I know I won't be leaving here with you," in reference to his multiple papillary WHO grade I/III TCC masses . It was a touching moment.
Note to self: When you finally get up the funds, the wherewithall, and the guts/glory to make your biopic a la Zach Braff, but with fewer awkward palm-to-father's-chest moments (see Garden State (2004)), make sure to include the scene where your daughter is rent from her mother's wound cesarean-style with a sweet series of on-the-beat still frames of her first breath and crying set to the music (which actually was playing) of the Who's Won't Get Fooled Again [specifically the part following the extended keyboard solo where mr. Roger Daltrey lets out a scream...Now all of you take a moment to imagine that exact part juxtaposed with all of the stress of watching your child being born and she's letting out her very first scream...I mean come on! This is the stuff of High School Film teachers' most joyous moments! Carter (last name?) from East High: wherever you are, you were a totally sweet film teacher.) Geez, I've used so many of these () and these [] that I don't know what I still need to close. Forget it.
Ok. Probably enough for today. I'm off to cart around my daughter and relish all of the attention that she gets. PEACE.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Zooropa
We took Lucie to the zoo yesterday. It was a lot of fun because she's old enough to see that there is some crazy stuff going down at such a place. The lion was her favorite, but the little monkeys were mine. Also cool: a hippo that was ridiculously large and in charge. Pictures to come up soon!
I asked a dude where the abdominal CT Scans (formerly known as Cat scans; why aren't they any more? Not sure) were read. He said "in the basement" and I said "where exactly" and he said, "just exactly right beneath us." I then went on a wild goose chase only to find that it was not anywhere near "right beneath us" and was in fact on the other side of the hospital. I have since been left to wonder: Did he think I was asking him just, in general, where the effing basement was? Argh!!!
Lucie walks and claps now. She continues to be the smiliest person on the planet. I can't stand knowing that I don't get to go home to see her tonight!
There is an epi...no...PANdemic in Denver of Left-turn-on-green illiteracy. Not once or twice, but multiple times now have I been behind someone in the left lane when the light turns green and they look up, notice it's greenness, and then do absolutely nothing. At first, I think that possibly they are just waiting for a yellow to make their move. But NAY! They just sit there and let it turn yellow and then Red! What the crapstain!?!? At first I just let it slide, but yesterday when it happened for the umpteenth time I did indeed let forth a slight honk of the horn. In reply I received much flapping of the arms and dirty looks in both rear views. I responded in kind (minus the rearviews, unless you count hers). But the situation was not remedied. What could POSSIBLY be going through these peoples heads? "Ah yes, I remember this from Driver's Ed. 'Always wait for every other light to turn.'"
The other day I walked past a lady as she was saying to the lady from whom she was purchasing an over-priced caffeinated beverage, "Can you believe the nerve of that woman? Brushing her hair right here? Disgusting!" I thought to myself how silly that lady seemed for making such a big deal of such a benign act. Am I as bad as that lady for my green light story!?!??!?!?!?!??! Is there a standard pattern of ?'s and !'s that is grammatically acceptable?!??!?!?????!?!!! I don't think so !!!?!??!!????!!!!!
I asked a dude where the abdominal CT Scans (formerly known as Cat scans; why aren't they any more? Not sure) were read. He said "in the basement" and I said "where exactly" and he said, "just exactly right beneath us." I then went on a wild goose chase only to find that it was not anywhere near "right beneath us" and was in fact on the other side of the hospital. I have since been left to wonder: Did he think I was asking him just, in general, where the effing basement was? Argh!!!
Lucie walks and claps now. She continues to be the smiliest person on the planet. I can't stand knowing that I don't get to go home to see her tonight!
There is an epi...no...PANdemic in Denver of Left-turn-on-green illiteracy. Not once or twice, but multiple times now have I been behind someone in the left lane when the light turns green and they look up, notice it's greenness, and then do absolutely nothing. At first, I think that possibly they are just waiting for a yellow to make their move. But NAY! They just sit there and let it turn yellow and then Red! What the crapstain!?!? At first I just let it slide, but yesterday when it happened for the umpteenth time I did indeed let forth a slight honk of the horn. In reply I received much flapping of the arms and dirty looks in both rear views. I responded in kind (minus the rearviews, unless you count hers). But the situation was not remedied. What could POSSIBLY be going through these peoples heads? "Ah yes, I remember this from Driver's Ed. 'Always wait for every other light to turn.'"
The other day I walked past a lady as she was saying to the lady from whom she was purchasing an over-priced caffeinated beverage, "Can you believe the nerve of that woman? Brushing her hair right here? Disgusting!" I thought to myself how silly that lady seemed for making such a big deal of such a benign act. Am I as bad as that lady for my green light story!?!??!?!?!?!??! Is there a standard pattern of ?'s and !'s that is grammatically acceptable?!??!?!?????!?!!! I don't think so !!!?!??!!????!!!!!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Blog neglect
I certainly have been a bad blogger lately. I do apologize.
I have currently lost my voice. Yesterday I sounded like Barry White, then last night I sounded like Dizzie Gallespie. Now I sound like Charlie Brown. The Peanuts character, not the jazz pianist, which is confusing given the penultimate comparison to a jazz great.
I am working a lot, but I don't feel overworked right now. I had a nice free weekend full of sleep and house organizing. Melissa got it all finished up and it feels like home again.
I bought a little flat screen tv for the crap of it. It's pretty neato except for some random technical issues that I won't bore you with. I look forward to owning a big old fat LCD some day. Although before that I will need to either a) buy a new stud-finder (start the joke-off) or b) become more proficient at using the stud finder, because I put a WHOLE lot of HOLES in the wall before I found anything that seemed remotely like a stud.
Lucie walks now. It is so great. I need to upload some video. Remind me to do that.
I am also hopped up on Dayquil caps (not the syrup: yuck!)right now, so I can't be held responsible for any strangeness.
I wonder how my med school friends who are now all interns are doing spread all over the place.
I wonder how my 10-year reunion was.
The iPhone sure is neato but I have been advised by my psychic guru to await version 2.0 before purchasing. We shall see if my discover card can remain sheathed that long.
It sure does rain a lot here. People keep telling me that it's unusual.
There is, supposedly, a Holyoak in Colorado. Well, there are definitely Holyoak's in Colorado, but there is supposedly a Holyoak, Colorado. Actually, I think it's a Holyoke, Colorado. So far I have heard that Holyoke is where the good bar was back in the 60's. I have also heard that Holyoke has a good football team. I will have to visit this mythic place.
Did you know that Colorado means "red" in spanish? Denver, Red. That's where I live. And Denver looks like a French verb. If I had to guess, I would think that it meant "to stutter." As in, "Je denve de temps en temps." Stuttering Red. Now that is a good band name. But is it spelled like that? Studdering. Stuttering. Stuttering is an onomatopea (now I know for sure that is spelled wrong). Otomotopotopeeya. I'll have to look that up. But seriously, how rude to make the word for stuttering a word that would be easy to stutter on. We should have called it "Jonesing." Like, "oh, my friend Steve...he joneses sometimes." Or, "Jake doesn't jones as much as he used to."
Ok, now that's the dayquil talking. No wonder meth addicts talk so much. But why do they have such bad teeth?
I have currently lost my voice. Yesterday I sounded like Barry White, then last night I sounded like Dizzie Gallespie. Now I sound like Charlie Brown. The Peanuts character, not the jazz pianist, which is confusing given the penultimate comparison to a jazz great.
I am working a lot, but I don't feel overworked right now. I had a nice free weekend full of sleep and house organizing. Melissa got it all finished up and it feels like home again.
I bought a little flat screen tv for the crap of it. It's pretty neato except for some random technical issues that I won't bore you with. I look forward to owning a big old fat LCD some day. Although before that I will need to either a) buy a new stud-finder (start the joke-off) or b) become more proficient at using the stud finder, because I put a WHOLE lot of HOLES in the wall before I found anything that seemed remotely like a stud.
Lucie walks now. It is so great. I need to upload some video. Remind me to do that.
I am also hopped up on Dayquil caps (not the syrup: yuck!)right now, so I can't be held responsible for any strangeness.
I wonder how my med school friends who are now all interns are doing spread all over the place.
I wonder how my 10-year reunion was.
The iPhone sure is neato but I have been advised by my psychic guru to await version 2.0 before purchasing. We shall see if my discover card can remain sheathed that long.
It sure does rain a lot here. People keep telling me that it's unusual.
There is, supposedly, a Holyoak in Colorado. Well, there are definitely Holyoak's in Colorado, but there is supposedly a Holyoak, Colorado. Actually, I think it's a Holyoke, Colorado. So far I have heard that Holyoke is where the good bar was back in the 60's. I have also heard that Holyoke has a good football team. I will have to visit this mythic place.
Did you know that Colorado means "red" in spanish? Denver, Red. That's where I live. And Denver looks like a French verb. If I had to guess, I would think that it meant "to stutter." As in, "Je denve de temps en temps." Stuttering Red. Now that is a good band name. But is it spelled like that? Studdering. Stuttering. Stuttering is an onomatopea (now I know for sure that is spelled wrong). Otomotopotopeeya. I'll have to look that up. But seriously, how rude to make the word for stuttering a word that would be easy to stutter on. We should have called it "Jonesing." Like, "oh, my friend Steve...he joneses sometimes." Or, "Jake doesn't jones as much as he used to."
Ok, now that's the dayquil talking. No wonder meth addicts talk so much. But why do they have such bad teeth?
Thursday, June 21, 2007
wait, what?
I'm already tired.
I had this incredibly transcendant moment during the John Mayer concert last weekend. It was at red rocks so the scenery was incredible, the weather was set to absolutely perfect, the music was just amazing, and the songs had pre-assigned meaning for me, and then on top of all that at one point I wandered down and listened to most of a song from like the 3rd row. Also, I knew that having nice relaxing moments like this will be a less frequent occurence now that the whole Gray's Anatomy has begun, so it all totalled to a life-stopping moment. Haven't had one in a while.
Other than that, I miss my wife and child. I had a horrible and drawn-out nightmare regarding my wife last night. I'm incredibly nervous about starting my job this weekend, yet at the same time I think the actual job portion won't be that bad. Taking call and cross-covering for every known surgical service in the universe will be absolutely horrifying. My first call is Monday night. Be ye forewarned.
On the plus side, the people who are interns with me seem to be real good folks. Especially 3 or 4 of them. Kind of reminds me of the mission in that you know that they are experiencing the same bull crap as you and they have a similar view of the situation, so it just makes you feel that much better.
Pete has a nice Tom Brokaw style (maybe more like Neil Armstrong style) sign off for his blog. I need one too I think. How about:
And that's the truth...PBBBSSSSSTTTTTTT.
I had this incredibly transcendant moment during the John Mayer concert last weekend. It was at red rocks so the scenery was incredible, the weather was set to absolutely perfect, the music was just amazing, and the songs had pre-assigned meaning for me, and then on top of all that at one point I wandered down and listened to most of a song from like the 3rd row. Also, I knew that having nice relaxing moments like this will be a less frequent occurence now that the whole Gray's Anatomy has begun, so it all totalled to a life-stopping moment. Haven't had one in a while.
Other than that, I miss my wife and child. I had a horrible and drawn-out nightmare regarding my wife last night. I'm incredibly nervous about starting my job this weekend, yet at the same time I think the actual job portion won't be that bad. Taking call and cross-covering for every known surgical service in the universe will be absolutely horrifying. My first call is Monday night. Be ye forewarned.
On the plus side, the people who are interns with me seem to be real good folks. Especially 3 or 4 of them. Kind of reminds me of the mission in that you know that they are experiencing the same bull crap as you and they have a similar view of the situation, so it just makes you feel that much better.
Pete has a nice Tom Brokaw style (maybe more like Neil Armstrong style) sign off for his blog. I need one too I think. How about:
And that's the truth...PBBBSSSSSTTTTTTT.
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