Saturday, March 21, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Filler.
In case you haven't already clicked on that link I've been sporting on this page, here are some reasons to become addicted to F*** My Life, which apparently just scored a book deal:
Today, my 5 year old nephew showed me green martians he'd made with his new Play Doh set. I smiled and said, "Wow! Now, how about some blue martians!" He looked at me and replied, "How about some blue shut the fuck up!". FML
Today, my husband dropped me off at work, ten minutes later I got a text saying, "I just dropped the b*tch off I'll be there in a few, baby, miss you". I asked him about it and he said "I don't know what you're talking about Megan". My name isn't Megan. FML
Today, my girlfriend was giving me head while I was watching Star Trek and I accidentally called her Spock. FML
Today, my boss fired me via text message. I don't have a text messaging plan. I paid $0.25 to get fired. FML
Today, I had drunk sex with a girl that I barely know. I didn't have a condom and was nervous about getting her pregnant, but she assured me that I could pull out. Right when I was about to pull out, she wrapped her legs around me and yelled, "Be my baby's daddy!" I couldn't get out in time. FML
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Today, my 5 year old nephew showed me green martians he'd made with his new Play Doh set. I smiled and said, "Wow! Now, how about some blue martians!" He looked at me and replied, "How about some blue shut the fuck up!". FML
Today, my husband dropped me off at work, ten minutes later I got a text saying, "I just dropped the b*tch off I'll be there in a few, baby, miss you". I asked him about it and he said "I don't know what you're talking about Megan". My name isn't Megan. FML
Today, my girlfriend was giving me head while I was watching Star Trek and I accidentally called her Spock. FML
Today, my boss fired me via text message. I don't have a text messaging plan. I paid $0.25 to get fired. FML
Today, I had drunk sex with a girl that I barely know. I didn't have a condom and was nervous about getting her pregnant, but she assured me that I could pull out. Right when I was about to pull out, she wrapped her legs around me and yelled, "Be my baby's daddy!" I couldn't get out in time. FML
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Monday, March 16, 2009
For Testing Purposes.
Well, I've survived Hell Week (plus one day).
Hell Week, in case you're wondering, consisted of my entire class scrambling to get sign-offs before the due date on Tuesday, while studying for the mid-term exam on Wednesday, while studying for the mid-term scenario test on Thursday or Friday. One week. It was absolutely, off-the-wall insane.
Anyway, it's over with. I'm scheduled to work the Psych ward in the hospital tomorrow. That should be interesting... I really have no idea what to expect, but I'll try to come away with some interesting stories at least.
Well, I need to get to bed. I was taken out for my birthday tonight. It was a lot of fun, but I always had in the back of my mind the fact that I had to get up at 6am the next day. It didn't even feel like a birthday before we went out. It was the last thing on my mind and I constantly had to be reminded of it. We had an awesome time though. Now it's an awesome time for bed.
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don't carry the world upon your shoulders
Hell Week, in case you're wondering, consisted of my entire class scrambling to get sign-offs before the due date on Tuesday, while studying for the mid-term exam on Wednesday, while studying for the mid-term scenario test on Thursday or Friday. One week. It was absolutely, off-the-wall insane.
Anyway, it's over with. I'm scheduled to work the Psych ward in the hospital tomorrow. That should be interesting... I really have no idea what to expect, but I'll try to come away with some interesting stories at least.
Well, I need to get to bed. I was taken out for my birthday tonight. It was a lot of fun, but I always had in the back of my mind the fact that I had to get up at 6am the next day. It didn't even feel like a birthday before we went out. It was the last thing on my mind and I constantly had to be reminded of it. We had an awesome time though. Now it's an awesome time for bed.
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don't carry the world upon your shoulders
Tilt-shift, Time-lapse.
This is an unbelievable little short about a helicopter rescue made using tilt-shift photography, which makes any real-life scene look a set of miniatures. That, combined with time-lapse photography, creates an incredible effect. Please watch (in full-screen, it looks great).
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Sunday, March 8, 2009
Caution: Geek.
Yes, between Terminator, Star Trek, Transformers and G.I. Joe, there is a lot to look forward to.
This is the trailer for the new Star Trek, and I have to say, it kicks ass. JJ Abrams knows how to make a great show/movie.
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This is the trailer for the new Star Trek, and I have to say, it kicks ass. JJ Abrams knows how to make a great show/movie.
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Saturday, March 7, 2009
Dear Fredericton.
Please fix the f%#&ing sidewalks in your city. I'm serious.
I, along with every other pedestrian in the city, am forced to walk on the road because the sidewalks are either too icy, or they just aren't there. I have to walk up Regent Street with cars whizzing past me going God-knows how fast. I can feel the side mirrors flying past my arm, but I still feel safer than I do on the sidewalk. Or as I call it (brace yourself...), the "suicide-walk". Yes, I said it.
I know I sound like a cranky old man, but I mean seriously. I was walking back from Sobey's and almost bought the farm when I slipped on the ice(sloping down toward the street, no less) just as an Acadian bus was going by.
Anyway, I've had enough. I just got in and this was fresh in my mind. I'll let them know. Good day.
-AM
slip-slidin' away
I, along with every other pedestrian in the city, am forced to walk on the road because the sidewalks are either too icy, or they just aren't there. I have to walk up Regent Street with cars whizzing past me going God-knows how fast. I can feel the side mirrors flying past my arm, but I still feel safer than I do on the sidewalk. Or as I call it (brace yourself...), the "suicide-walk". Yes, I said it.
I know I sound like a cranky old man, but I mean seriously. I was walking back from Sobey's and almost bought the farm when I slipped on the ice(sloping down toward the street, no less) just as an Acadian bus was going by.
Anyway, I've had enough. I just got in and this was fresh in my mind. I'll let them know. Good day.
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slip-slidin' away
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I Learned Something Today.
Have you ever been lying in bed, falling asleep, and just as you fall asleep a part of your body suddenly twitches? You feel like you've been falling and you just landed in bed when the twitch wakes you up? I know it happens to me all the time.
Well I've just learned that this is called a "hypnic jerk". It occurs when you haven't been getting enough sleep (sounds about right). Your body's muscles become so relaxed and non-functional that the body thinks it's falling. The twitch is supposedly your body's response to falling, that is, to quickly reach or kick out in order to get hold of something to keep from falling. It shows you how incredible the human brain is. Our instinctive reactions are active even in our sleep.
Anyway, I found that pretty interesting. I've always wondered what exactly was going on when that happens.
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and i'm falling down
Well I've just learned that this is called a "hypnic jerk". It occurs when you haven't been getting enough sleep (sounds about right). Your body's muscles become so relaxed and non-functional that the body thinks it's falling. The twitch is supposedly your body's response to falling, that is, to quickly reach or kick out in order to get hold of something to keep from falling. It shows you how incredible the human brain is. Our instinctive reactions are active even in our sleep.
Anyway, I found that pretty interesting. I've always wondered what exactly was going on when that happens.
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and i'm falling down
Duty Calls.
A little while ago I had a small dose of what my future might be like. Nothing too serious, but still interesting... to me.
We used to talk in class about what would happen if we came across an accident while in our school uniforms, which (other than the shirt) look almost identical to what actual paramedics wear around here. We'd worry that everyone would look at us and we'd have to say, "Um, I didn't read that chapter yet! It's next week!". How bad would that look? Luckily we had covered this particular chapter. Just basic first-aid, really.
An older man had fallen outside the Mall. Probably about 65-70. Poor guy slipped on some ice and went face first into an icy snowbank. I was just getting off one of the payphones inside the door when a lady rushed in, gave me a quick double-take, saw the uniform, then said, "Come with me, a man fell on the ice!". I made a quick point of saying, "First of all, I'm just a student... but of course I'll have a look". He had cut himself up pretty bad. Across the forehead, top of the nose where his glasses rested, bottom of his chin was pretty bloody. It was the steady stream of blood from his nostril that worried me, though. No one there had a phone, but I begged and pleaded with him to let us call an ambulance. He wasn't having any of that. Just call his daughter, he said. No pain other than those cuts. I figured he must have broken his nose but it was stable, and there was no pain there, either. So I just bandaged him up with a first-aid kit someone had. Bleeding stopped, but still blood everywhere. Luckily I had some gloves in my pocket from school. Now I always carry at least a pair with me. People still laugh at school when, at the end of the day, I stop by the "glove-boxes" and fill my pockets. You never know.
If I didn't have any gloves with me I would have been terrified to get near this guy's face. That brings me to another thought: It's amazing how much safer and more confident you feel with just a thin layer of plastic over your hands. It's like they aren't your hands anymore. You're controlling them, but they aren't a part of your body. It's quite an impressive psychological effect. Whereas I'd normally hate to simply pick up a rotten grape with my bare hands, with those gloves on, I mean... well you probably wouldn't want to know.
So that little experience had quite an effect on me. Now when I walk home(when I have lots of time to daydream), it's all I think about. That middle-aged lady shoveling snow, what if she clutched her chest and hit the ground as I walked by? That kid in the middle of the cross-walk, what if the truck driver on his cell phone didn't see the red light? What would I do? Would I know what to do? At this point I'm pretty sure I could handle it, but still, that's what I think about.
Because you never know.
I can't wait to get paid to do this.
-AM
i go walking in your landscape
We used to talk in class about what would happen if we came across an accident while in our school uniforms, which (other than the shirt) look almost identical to what actual paramedics wear around here. We'd worry that everyone would look at us and we'd have to say, "Um, I didn't read that chapter yet! It's next week!". How bad would that look? Luckily we had covered this particular chapter. Just basic first-aid, really.
An older man had fallen outside the Mall. Probably about 65-70. Poor guy slipped on some ice and went face first into an icy snowbank. I was just getting off one of the payphones inside the door when a lady rushed in, gave me a quick double-take, saw the uniform, then said, "Come with me, a man fell on the ice!". I made a quick point of saying, "First of all, I'm just a student... but of course I'll have a look". He had cut himself up pretty bad. Across the forehead, top of the nose where his glasses rested, bottom of his chin was pretty bloody. It was the steady stream of blood from his nostril that worried me, though. No one there had a phone, but I begged and pleaded with him to let us call an ambulance. He wasn't having any of that. Just call his daughter, he said. No pain other than those cuts. I figured he must have broken his nose but it was stable, and there was no pain there, either. So I just bandaged him up with a first-aid kit someone had. Bleeding stopped, but still blood everywhere. Luckily I had some gloves in my pocket from school. Now I always carry at least a pair with me. People still laugh at school when, at the end of the day, I stop by the "glove-boxes" and fill my pockets. You never know.
If I didn't have any gloves with me I would have been terrified to get near this guy's face. That brings me to another thought: It's amazing how much safer and more confident you feel with just a thin layer of plastic over your hands. It's like they aren't your hands anymore. You're controlling them, but they aren't a part of your body. It's quite an impressive psychological effect. Whereas I'd normally hate to simply pick up a rotten grape with my bare hands, with those gloves on, I mean... well you probably wouldn't want to know.
So that little experience had quite an effect on me. Now when I walk home(when I have lots of time to daydream), it's all I think about. That middle-aged lady shoveling snow, what if she clutched her chest and hit the ground as I walked by? That kid in the middle of the cross-walk, what if the truck driver on his cell phone didn't see the red light? What would I do? Would I know what to do? At this point I'm pretty sure I could handle it, but still, that's what I think about.
Because you never know.
I can't wait to get paid to do this.
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i go walking in your landscape
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Yeeeah...
Sorry about my angry little rant the other day. I was feeling a little "out of sorts", and by that I mean "probably still drunk". I meant everything I said, though. I just needed to vent, and I happened to find someone worth directing it at.
So anyway, I found this for you:
Aaaand, also this:
That is all. Good day.
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wow that's funny
So anyway, I found this for you:
Aaaand, also this:
That is all. Good day.
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wow that's funny
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