Its so easy to tell when Watson is a Bad-Tzu. Just look at his face…
This time he busted down his ‘doggy-gate’ and slept on my brand new off-WHITE couch while I was working all day! Slobber stains and all! Grrrrrrr! I am going to start charging him room & board.
Biography.com has a ‘dead celebrity soulmate matching service.’ I gave it a whirl and there is no surprise to the result. The Raven, the-13-year-old-cousin-marrying-master-of-macabre himself, Edgar Allen Poe…
My ‘Gramma’ needs some good thoughts sent her way… Love you, Grams! *kisses*
This picture is of Grandpa and Grandma, my mother’s parents, around 1955. They met when my grandpa was in the navy, stationed at Long Beach, California after Korea. My Grandpa was is a rough and tumble outlaw. My Grandma was is a beautiful California girl who was attracted to the boy from western Pennsylvania.
Since tomorrow morning is going to be freezing waiting for the bus, I ‘d thought I’d think some warm thoughts:
‘Neath my tough-guy (read: fuck ‘em all, goddamn liberals 
) exterior, I have a great veneration for people who promote literacy, libraries and literature. I came across this site today and wanted to share. The site is called Artists for Literacy and the cool part (aside from the whole “cause” I can’t believe I uttered that word in my blog, as I am not for any: “cause” since I am quite nihilistic and apathetic!) is This!; it has a wonderful database of songs inspired by literature. What’s your favorite? Mine include:
Someone made an offer on the house!!! The best part is that it isn’t a lowball offer! 
If the home inspection goes well (and it should, Spores is OCD about fixing every little thing that’s wrong with the place), it will be out of our possession on the 23rd of February and we should walk away with a big chunk o’change.
Yay, no payin’ 2 mortgages, and 2 sets of utility bills!!!
Today was a tough day. I am tired and seemingly broken, but I did make several strides in the right direction. The first one is that I am now trained in phlebotomy. I can officially practice venipuncture, I vant to suck your blud 
The sucky part was I was incredibly nervous and looked completely foolish. Especially when I first got there, I couldn’t tie a tourniquet!! RETARD! Gawd! I can sequence DNA, but I can’t, tie, Tie –TIE– a long piece of condom rubber around someone’s arm. It would’ve been less mortifying to just put a condom on a complete stranger (at least I could’ve gotten a little aroused)… jesuschrist. I wanted to die, especially when it slapped back and hit some poor old unsuspecting lady in the jaw. I was thinking, ‘dear jebus, if there is any future possibility that an aneurysm could rupture in me, please make it now.’ By the time I got to my 6th person, I was like Fuckit, stick it in, see what happens. After I got into my hard-ass persona, I was fine. I was a little nervous sticking a doctor, but he said I did ‘wonderful.’ 
(he just wanted a bj) fuck him.
Another stride I made today was that I have lost 10 pounds since the new year. This is helping the ol’ self esteem.
The downside is that I am on call this weekend and I don’t wanna….DON’T WANNA I SAID> ANYONE HEAR ME?!?!?!?!?!?
Cheryl had this topic on her blog a couple days ago, in which I commented on and got an error. Rather than bugging her in a whiny voice to put it up for me (and when that happens I totally forget what I wrote all of a minute prior), I’ll just steal it for a topic of my own. Now I wonder which path would be more annoying (sorry Cheryl).
I have recently finished two books- both by the same author, Mary Roach. The first is called Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers. I saw this one at a bookstore at the airport leaving Pittsburgh. Because it deals with death I thought it would be a lovely book to read before I succumbed to my own death in a crashing plane. Since Spores and I were on our way on a cruise, I though it an appropriate portent as the very first line of the book goes,
The way I see it, being dead is not terribly far off from being on a cruise ship.
This piqued my interest.
The book is indeed about what happens to your carcass when you kick the proverbial bucket, but it does have an underlying message that implies that those who just get stuffed into the dirt are selfish on three levels,
The first is humanitarian. This is basically about those who decide to “take their damned organs” with them to the grave. Uh, hey Selfish Fucker, if you take your organs with you, they’ll rot before the second coming of Jebus anyway, so give ‘em to people who actually need ‘em.
The second is environmental. I am a skeptical environmentalist, but this completely is a logical argument. Aren’t we going to run out of plots of land, from all the sectioned-off bits people lay claim to, oh, say, for ETERNITY!?!?! C’mon, that’s just retarded. And even from a fiscal standpoint, graveyards don’t make sense. I see tons of good, very well located, plots of land that are untouchable. Put a goddamn Starbucks on it and be done with it.
Thirdly, isn’t it kind of, well, BORING to just rot around in a casket? In the book, Mary Roach, claims that she wants to be a anatomy skeleton in a med school somewhere. That’d be a cool job, just hangin’ around!
But the book isn’t preachy, at all. If you want to pick up on the points stated above, you have to be looking for them. They aren’t shoved down your throat, they are subtle; which is why I like Roach’s style of writing.
The book also tells us of how throughout the ages, there was great monetary reward for body snatching in order to study anatomy. This went hand-in-hand with the history of the different methods used to validate the actual death of a person. We also visit the University of Tennessee research field of dead people to see what ooey, gooey mess our bodies decompose to, in different weather, clothing, and position scenerios. Each chapter a different vignette from the last. This is good for the ADHD person. I also recommend it to any macabre and morbid person out there.
The second Mary Roach book I got at a bookstore at the Orlando airport going home. This one is called Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife. Since Roach covered the physical aspect of death in the first book, this time, we delve into what happens to the Soul when our bodies give out. The book describes everything from Victorian era séances to using computers to measure and communicate with bodiless entities, i.e. ghosts. I am very skeptical that anything noteworthy happens at all when life ceases to exist. Before I read this book, I strongly felt and in a way still do that when you Die, You die. That’s it. Finito. Send in the clowns.
Post reading the book, it stirred up my feelings about different dimensions and String/M theory on matter. And again, I am hopeful that there is perhaps another dimension for me to be miserable in.
This site has the cuuuetest little flash games. The little animated characters in them are so adorable….
Even though I felt sorta rushed at the checkout at Target, (Spores always forges ahead and seemingly tries to beat some poor schmuck to the express aisle) I spotted a new product. I don’t ever choose gum that isn’t sugarless, but this time there was a halo around it. Now for a little back story, I have been trying for YEARS to find an orange bubblegum, something to lament about my childhood, I guess. So I always watch fervently at the gum displays for a glimpse of hope in that one day I can triumph.
Today I didn’t spot the holy grail of gums, no far from it. What I did spot was Hershey’s chocolate-flavored bubble Yum. My eyes lit with wonder, and my brain was squirming, ‘is it going to taste like a never ending tootsie roll?’ With great arrogant style I slapped it on the conveyor and I gave a nod to the lady to add it to our order as if I was saying, “I feel a little naughty, we are sparing no expense today.”
I got it home and I photo-documented my experience…
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