| Work, Pt 2: Where Dee Wins A Prize! |
[08 Oct 2008|12:38am] |
So, "Nurse's Week" isn't enough, there is also "Emergency Nurse's Week", which is this week. Because our new interim manager is so cool, the Techs are also being celebrated, because as she said today, "The nurses couldn't do their jobs without the techs." We all got new trauma shears (what you use to cut people's clothing off, generally.) There are also random trivia questions, to win prizes.
So today, due to a scheduling mishap, there were two techs on for the early part of my shift. So the person (our lead tech) who is doing the trivia prizes caught us both in the stock room at once and was like, "oooh let's do a tech-only trivia question for a prize!"
So we are like, groan, whatever, OK. So she says, "where was the first nursing school, in the world?"
And I said, "wait, that's not fair, that's a nursing question, K (the other tech) isn't even going into nursing!! We need another question."
"No, that's the question, it's supposed to be hard, that's why you get a prize!"
"OK," I say, "well, then, how about....India?"
I knew immediately by her WTF expression that it was right. "I'm just a good guesser" I said. "The answers just float on the air [making a waving motion with my hands, "and then they just leap out of my mouth. You should take me to trivia games, it's a neat trick."
So she went and got me the generic travel mug, with "Emergency Nurses Care" or something like that on it. But as I came around the corner, I got to hear her telling the story to a bunch of people, "and then like, on the first guess, without even trying, she just says, 'India', how weird is that, she just guessed it straight out without even asking for hints or whatever." Then I got to make that waving motion with my hands again, and spout my theory that the answers just float into my ears, much to the amusement of my coworkers. (It is actually true, I do have uncanny intuition. Spend enough time around me and it will freak you the hell out once or twice.)
Short version: I won a mug, it was funny, both "ha ha" and "weird" funny.
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| fallout from buying an HDTV |
[08 Oct 2008|12:54am] |
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I called up DirecTV and ordered their high-def receiver/DVR on Sunday. Today, realizing that hooking up the DVR to our current A/V receiver would be problematic, I ordered a new receiver, HDMI cables (thank you, MonoPrice, for reasonable prices), and a PS2 component cable. I ended up with the Onkyo TX-SR606 receiver, which met two important criteria: it can switch between a VCR, Xbox, HD satellite receiver, Playstation 2, and Playstation 3 (not yet bought) in their various native formats, and it can output them all to our new TV over a single HDMI cable.
I'm looking forward to it, although the new satellite reciever isn't scheduled for installation until the end of the month. I'd like to get a Wii soon as well, and if Microsoft doesn't hurry up and put out a Blu-Ray attachment for the 360 I'd like to get a Playstation 3. So far I only have one BD movie, Blade Runner, but I'm sure more will follow...
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[07 Oct 2008|11:11pm] |
so i walk in the door after a 48 hour eriod of doing a bunch of stuff and the residential debate is on and the first thing i hear is obama saying "when you got healthcare..."
there is no oint to that statement. i'm just in a stream of consciousness sort of state. i also lack any semblance of a "P" key. there are strategies around it, but i feel like it would im ede the natural flow that i kee trying to hold onto when i am making an attem t at self ex ression. even the obvious answer of editing will just end up--wha? i just hit the space where the key was and the "p" key worked. there's probably enough conductive material on my fingertip to make the circuit complete.
in any event, i have too much to say right now. it's really more of the same. it's a consequence of just having a rich inner world, and no one to talk to about it except myself. well--do you ever feel like you have to hold your tongue because you know people will read into what you say? like uh...like your own inarticulateness is going to be more salient than what you're trying to communicate.
plus, the effort required to move something up and out requires cementing it in a manner that may or may not be accurate, or at least the intensity required to express it may be inappropriate. especially in comparison to other things contained within that maybe are equally valid and also dependent on the expressed viewpoint, but simply lack an equally effective means of escape. or at the very least, they're just unable to be combined.
ugh, i fucking hate writing like this. i hate writing, it's too linear. too structured. and those aren't things i am anymore. i've gone from talking about my unresolved dilemmas to talking about how i'm unable to talking about these unresolved dilemmas, because i'm too stricken with a bunch of small antagonistic views and angles that cannot hold themselves together long to make it out. i mean, if expressing a viewpoint robs you of the certainty you felt about it--well then what the fuck?
whatever, here's the rundown:
i got off work in ridiculous need of escape, so i decided i'd get drunk at a bar in hampden. called my friends, and when we all met up we were told by the hostess that we were not welcome here, i kinda just wanted to stay, but i went along with them to the charles village pub, where i overpaid for everything because even though it's pretty suburbanized, it's still charles village. considering how depressed i was feeling, i was willing to look past it for the opportunity to just talk with people. of course i'm not very good at it, so...i just listened.
and then i went to my friend dan's house, we watched television, i went to bed, we all woke up and had egg sandwiches while watching starship troopers.
i rode from his house over to emily and jeff's house where we had bike building day. i spent three frustrating hours drafting the full size mock-up of my frame. but, seeing it on the table afterwards was so satisfying. now, i can get all the angles and tube measurements and all i really have to do is just collect the necessary materials, which will probably take a few weeks. emily gave me a ride home. whenever our conversations are just really polite and "pleasant," i just get really paranoid and angry, is this real, just subtle? or is this just the same sort of bullshit diplomacy i get from people that just furthers my own frustation.
so yeah, i've spent the rest of this evening talking aloud and trying to write this post. i think it's about a page per sentence ratio i'm working with. i should add a paid account with voice posting to the list of things i might need but will probably never be able to afford in a timely manner.
i think the dangerous thing about depression is that after a while it starts to feel safe. this observation is nothing new. but i can't help wondering if how i feel invalidates what i say and see, or if it allows me something that is otherwise unobservable to those who unwilling to endure it?
it's a very sensitive quirk of mine, but whenever i disagree or disdain something, i just obsessively learn everything i possibly can about it. almost to point where it's very hard to express this knowledge without fooling anyone--including myself, that i support and believe in it.
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| After A Hockey Game, They Shake Hands |
[07 Oct 2008|08:37pm] |
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Originally published at Ergotism. You can comment here or there.
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| Does it fit as well as I think it does? |
[07 Oct 2008|11:25pm] |
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( March 12, 1933 )
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| Presidential debate round two: an edge for McCain |
[07 Oct 2008|10:38pm] |
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Having come down with the plague, I did not go out to the Obama supporters' debate watch party tonight as I did for the prior two debates. True, while I am not an Obama supporter, I prefer the company of other Democrats and I do admit that I want to be able to change my mind. Unfortunately, Obama's performance tonight will not cause that to happen.
The format of tonight's debate was the town hall meeting, a format preferred by John McCain. As such, McCain was right in his element and it showed. Meanwhile, Obama seemed uncomfortable, not even cracking a joke right up until the very end. Furthermore, neither Obama nor McCain were doing much to differentiate there policy positions, which is pretty much guaranteed to keep the race in a statistical dead heat. For being in his element and carrying himself well, John McCain ekes out a small victory in round two. I doubt that this will sway decided voters either way. Meanwhile, undecided voters are likely more confused than ever, thinking, "the differences in their positions are all in nuance...and both are likeable...who to vote for?"
Honestly, the more I watch these two candidates in action, the more I believe that downticket races are where the most important policy-shaping will take place. Regardless of whether I decide to "come home" and vote for Obama or if I maintain my current position of voting in protest for McCain, all of my votes for every position down the ticket, from senators to congressmen to city council members to the dogcatcher will be for Democrats.
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[07 Oct 2008|07:23pm] |
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Neologism: coviatic - on the same street.
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[07 Oct 2008|09:52pm] |
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Does McCain have to point fingers for everything?
I'd like Bill back now. I'd settle for Hillary.
How about all of us fucked for a job? Fucked on school loans?
PS. McCain, get more hair or shave it already.
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| Watching the debate... (part 2) |
[07 Oct 2008|09:39pm] |
Is it just me, or is McCain's answer to everything to cut earmarks?
I'm not sure I've heard him say anything of substance other than to go on and on about earmarks.
Granted, Obama's not exactly straying from his script, either, but at least it has a few more items than just one.
Personally, I'm not a big fan of this format. The questions from the audience are fine. I'm just annoyed at the whole "no followup questions" aspect of it. I thought the 5 minutes answers with possible followup questions from the moderator format of the first debate was a lot better for getting issues out of the candidates. This format? Not so much.
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| Don’t Look |
[07 Oct 2008|05:10pm] |
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A lot was made of how McCain didn’t look at Barack once during the first debate. A possible reason why just occurred to me. John McCain and Sarah Palin are literally telling their supporters at rallies that Barack is a terrorist sympathizer who hob-nobs with people who are planning an attack on the USA right now. It would be pretty hard to tell those people that lie, and then turn around and schmooze with Barack for the cameras.
The cold shoulder is part of the overall strategy of extreme smears.
Originally published at Ergotism. You can comment here or there.
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| Sketchbook |
[07 Oct 2008|07:10pm] |
This is the last of this stuff for a bit...
$45 Each
Scavenger *Sold*
( Two Five Zero Zero )
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| Dancin' with a girl with fruit on her head in Rhode Island... |
[07 Oct 2008|06:46pm] |
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I've been playing the living hell out of The Monkees Present . I know some people hate it and, frankly, even I hate all the Davy songs, but the others are great. I'm glad iTunes had it since I really didn't feel like paying $35 + for a used copy since it's out of print (that's what it was going for on Amazon, anyway).
Crap day at work, but I don't even want to talk about it. There's nothing else out there due to the suck-ass economy so I just have to deal. I'm glad I have the grooviest coworkers ever, otherwise I'd probably jump out the window.
No hockey till saturday = SUCK. Those two Sweden games didn't even feel like real Pens games so it's almost as if the season hasn't really started yet. Somebody needs to issue an Amber Alert on our powerplay, but I'm not panicking... yet ...
Not the most eloquent entry...I'm just not up for flowery Victorian prose today, excuse-fucking-me.
Oh, and a happy belated MARIO LEMIEUX'S BIRTHDAY to all!!
Oh, pardon my baby...she's gotta have a chaaaance. She's an Oklahoma backroom dancer - watch her dance! God, nothing puts me in a happy mood like a warble-y Mike song :)
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| 3 books, 3 days |
[07 Oct 2008|06:49pm] |
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So, I've also finished books 2 & 3 in the Southern Vampire Series (True Blood on HBO is the adapted TV version of the first book thus far). I read book 3 last night in about 4 hours. I didn't get book 4 yet since I have too much to do before heading to Sacto tomorrow to see the BF for a few days.
I'd also like to actually read my BotM book, so I'll be taking that with me and avoiding the temptation of the vampire series. They're super fast/easy reads- just pure entertainment in a book form.
M is freaked out that I am reading this much. Of course, with him having been away, it easier since there isn't anyone I need to hold a conversation with, nor am I watching TV. I could probably mostly live without TV if I just had a constant supply of books. Which, uh, given my backlog, I kinda do.
Anyway, errands/laundry/packing/picking up M time.
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| Vitamin Water tastes like Kool Aid. It's time to get real. |
[07 Oct 2008|06:27pm] |
It's interesting to see these money people running around in fear. My money! My money! Hmmm... seems like your behavior has consequences? Now they need our help? I feel like I just got my wallet stolen. And the person who stole it - spent all the money and is now asking me for a lone? What a joke. But here's the thing... I know poverty. Intimately. And I am not afraid. Live within your means people... It's actually rather comfortable once you get used to it. I grew up in hand-me-down clothes. Slept in miss-matched sheets. With my mom telling us not to talk about the fact that our things came from Good Will. At times I wore socks on my hands because there were not enough mittens in the house for everyone. Eating cheese sandwiches for three meals a day. A glass of soda on a good day. And I survived. I am not scared of having no money. I know where value lives... and it's not a bank account, a stock or a bond. Poor fools. Personally I think we should release all of our minor offenders and make room for these guys in prison.
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| this one takes the cake..... |
[07 Oct 2008|04:53pm] |
me: go fuck yourself in the ass.....
ahmed esmat: i cant
me: try
ahmed esmat: my dick is just 18 cc
me: stretch your dick back and shove it up there
ahmed esmat: i wish i can
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