Monday, December 14, 2009

Thursday, April 2, 2009

omegle.com

http://omegle.com

Chat with random strangers! This was my first, and certainly not my last time talking with perfect strangers. Thrilling, fascinating, random, unpredictable. How much time will I waste with this, and is it worth my time?

Connecting to server...
Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: hi
Stranger: hi
You: How are you doing?
Stranger: How are you doing?
You: I'm doing pretty well, had kind of a long day. You?
Stranger: I'm doing pretty well, had kind of a long day. You?
You: You are pretty much repeating everything I say, thats pretty strange, stranger.
Stranger: You are pretty much repeating everything I say, thats pretty strange, stranger.
You: I've said pretty a lot, now it doesn't look like a real word.
Stranger: ...
Stranger: yea
Stranger: stop saying pretty
You: I will, totally.
Stranger: excellent
You: tubular.
You: Nobody uses tubular anymore, very underused.
Stranger: what are you, a ninja turtle
You: teenage mutant. the best kind.
Stranger: there's other kinds?
You: yeah, like middle-aged artistic ninja turtles.
Stranger: you know that weird... shuddering grunt when you push out a solid turtlehead?
Stranger: i just heard it from the cubicle next to me
You: yeah, its basey, and feels good.
You: does it stink?
Stranger: he always smells
You: have you told him?
Stranger: hell no
Stranger: he'd rape me
You: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20060916104321AAFeuQR
Stranger: so are you from the U S of A?
You: that link might help, it includes polite ways to tell him. He might refrain from raping you if you are extra polite.
You: I am!
You: does that make you think more or less of me. Circle one.
Stranger: no, i saw him rape a old lady in church because she didn't pass the tithe plate fast enough
Stranger: ok, i circled it
You: tubular.
Stranger: shit, now they moved
Stranger: hold on lemme circle it again
Stranger: dammit this isn't working
You: ok, why don't you just tell me which one?
Stranger: which one what?
You: which one you circled. otherwise, communication breaks down.
Stranger: don't sass me bitch
You: :(
Stranger: did I make you sad?
You: thats what the sad face was for.
Stranger: oh, i wasn't sure if it was a stingray or something
Stranger: they're faces always look like that
Stranger: guy or girl btw?
You: It seems like you know way more about me than I know about you, stranger.
Stranger: I do?
You: so far, you know that I am a TMNT and from the US.
You: I don't even know if you like Americans, or why I'm your bitch.
Stranger: oh very true
Stranger: you aren't my bitch and I am American myself
Stranger: I just throw the word bitch around because I like the sound
You: from where?
Stranger: north america
You: ahh, US is in North America. I remember that.
Stranger: oh good
Stranger: i was gonna copy and paste the wiki but east coast
You: which one of those states that are united are you from?
Stranger: massamachusetts
You: holy crap that looks like it was spelled wrong.
Stranger: it is
You: grab my pocket, bitch.
Stranger: what's in it?
You: they say that in prison, just sounds cool.
You: like I own you AND I get to say bitch.
Stranger: oooh, pocket probably mean rectum
You: probably.
Stranger: it's like a flesh pocket
Stranger: normal people put cigarettes in their pockets
Stranger: hense... grab my pocket bitch
Stranger: i like it
You: so, would you put cigarettes in your rectum?
Stranger: if i was in prison probably
You: they say people do a lot of odd things in prison.
Stranger: very true
Stranger: alright mr/ms stranger
Stranger: i have to go home because I have a hockey game soon
You: a Mass hockey game?
You: I'm a boy, seems pretty important question of yours.
Stranger: it's on a "dek" surface, just a small town league
You: have you knocked anyone's teeth out?
Stranger: i asked it once, how does that qualify it as more important than any of the other questions
Stranger: once or twice
Stranger: but they returned the favor
Stranger: peace out cubscout.
You: well twice, so it is the most important question you asked.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

It's raining bikes!

Sleek new bicycle
A woody rack on the back
The rain is a fool


So I finally was able to get the bike rack I purchased attached to my beach cruiser. It looks amazing, I have to tell you. No wait, I can't tell you I have to show you. It's late but I'm going to go right out there and take a picture so you can see.



Awesome, no? As you can see the back rack is made of wood, giving it that old-school surfer look, which is HOT for Tennessee... like it's so hot it makes no sense. Almost as hot as having a Navy Base here. I would like to give a huge shout-out and thanks to the guys at Peddler Bike Shop on Highland, near The University. They answered my questions about the rack quickly and professionally and then GAVE me the parts I needed to get the rack attached to my bike. GAVE! I will be going back there for all my bike needs, and if you're close enough I would like you to as well ;D They are awesome!

I would also like to point out my new orange helmet, which matches pretty close to the color of the bike. Man I like orange. (New helmet? - Please see older posts regarding contaminated poison oak helmet strap extravaganza '08) I think it just adds to the hotness.

Now, with all these new improvements and additions, and adding the incredible addict-like urge I have to ride since I've been forced to stay off my bike for the past two weeks, I was EXTREMELY excited to ride today. I was psyched, stoked, and ready.

It is raining for the next three days.

WTF God, WTF.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

LSD Cat

Ball of fur in box
Government gives it the drugs
A feline freak out

I went to Psychology class tonight, which has become one of my favorite things to do recently. The teacher is great, as is the material, but what really makes it fun are all the great videos he brings in to class. I have had the opportunity to watch tricks being played on a guy who has had is left/right hemispheres of his brain separated, lab experiements with rats, monkey babies who bond with fake wire-mesh monkey-mothers, and latest and greatest...

... a cat on LSD. If you love cats, then please turn away. I can't be held accountable for your emotional destruction. The cat of course survives, he just gets freaked the fuck out. Enjoy!

PS: Please note the WPAFB tag at the start of the video. Air Force Base? Now that is taxpayer's money put to a use!





UPDATE: While viewing my own video, I found a link to something even better! SPIDERS ON DRUGS! Please enjoy.



Monday, September 29, 2008

Poison Oak

Melting of the face
Terror, unanswered questions
Unfriendly itch-bush

I'm probably going to get the whole story all messed up, so if you want the truth minus the drug influence then go over to MotherHoodwink and read the real scoop.

If this mess doesn't get me posting again, then I don't know what else will.

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WARNING: The following may contain descriptive language, but because I like you I am keeping all of the graphic pictures to myself.
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I started feeling the effects on Tuesday, just a bit of itching around my chin. I remember going to town in my sleep, scratching it all up. Since it was a normal day of work I did my normal morning routine. I washed my face with cetaphil, shaved with some foamy shaving cream, and then used a splash of Old Spice to give me that "Fresh Pirate" feeling. Burned like a fuck! Looking back I'm retarded. If something burns your face that much and never really has before, then look into it. Seriously, give it some thought.

The day ran it's course with more itching and much more redness. It got so bad that I decided to go to Navy Medical to get things checked out. I figured it had something to do with my bicycle helmet (the itch and redness sat EXACTLY where my helmet's neck strap sits on my face), and sadly I could only think that someone, some sneaky someone, was out to get me and somehow managed to put some sort of itching powder in my helmet. Yes, I did leave the helmet unattended while I was in class for a few hours, but 1) Why the hell would anyone touch MY stuff? I'm not that important and 2) Itching powder? How 7th grade. What else could it have been? I haven't done anything new or anything.

The guys at medical told me that I was having an allergic reaction to my helmet strap. I've had the damn helmet for over 2 years, so that was pretty confusing to me. I asked the P-A who was helping me and he said that the strap could wear over time, causing me to have an allergic reaction to a lower layer of the strap. It's made of nylon and plastic! I asked him if maybe somebody put something on my helmet and he fed my fears by informing me that it was highly plausible. Again, who am I to be targeted by this random act of immature terrorism?

The P-A kindly gave me some prescription ointment and told me to keep using my Benadryl. I went home and started using the meds. At this time my face began to bloat. Not just swell, but bloat, like an old codfish. I looked like a skinny (well skinny-ish) freak in a fat suit. Lots of jokes, lots of fun by all, but seriously started to freak me out. It somehow seemed that every time I put the cream on, my face would burn more, bloat more, itch and pain more. I knew the cream was the culprit, or maybe it was the other cream that I used, or the Benadryl, or the benadryl itch stick that I tried... What was it!!!

I went back to the P-A the next day, who had an unforgettable facial expression when he saw me. It was like defeated confusion all wrapped up in doubtful fear of incompetence. He said he would get the head Doc to look at it as soon as possible. I got the pleasure of answering "Whatja do to your face?!" a whole lot, my new favorite question. The Doc looked at me and asked me all the right questions. He was a man of action, a man of answers. He poked and peered at my puss-drawn face, sliding his finger across my skin, nodding to himself. "Yes, I would call that dissecting cellulitis", "wait, possible... definitely possible dissecting cellulitis." Now to the benefit of all involved, I had already ruled out the obvious and correct diagnosis through the initial questions* that I had answered, and his diagnosis seems as plausible as any I had heard. What the fuck is dissecting cellulitis? I KNEW that it was like some microbe that was about to eat its way to my brain. These were my sad last days on earth. Overwhelming fear. The doc did the right thing, saved my life by sending me to the Hospital.

I checked into the ER that evening. Know what? I think I could have just gone to the ACTUAL hospital and checked in, seeing as nobody from the ER ever got the paperwork that was forwarded from the clinic. Next time? I'm skipping the ER with those medical papers in my hand, right into a comfy room with a sleep-able bed.

In the ER I was given lots of IVs and no answers. It seemed for the next 12 hours that everything was a guessing game, and the only way to guess was to inject my body with some cool new drug. My absolute favorite of the night was something a nurse gave me as she was asking me a few questions. Right as she pushed the hammer down on the seringe, all the hair stood up on my head and my taint exploded with a roaring flame. Shocking, I know. Crazy allergic reaction to some wonky drug and now I was going to have to deal with THIS?! Fuck. I very quietly asked the nurse if this drug might somehow make my scalp tingle. She looked up quickly and was like, "Oh!! I forgot to mention, this stuff has been known to make your hair tingle and in some patients, mainly female, make their bottoms burn. It only lasts for a second and nobody really knows why it happens." Fwew!, and Oh great my bottom reacts to this medicine like a female's bottom. I have chick-taint! How unmanly. "YES" I blurted out at the nurse, "I didn't know how to ask about the bottom-thing, but that's exactly it." "Kinda scary not knowing first."

Burning aside, whatever it was did the trick. I don't know if it was this stuff or the IV of Benadryl, but everything cooled off, stopped itching and seemed to mellow out. I remember this being the turning point where I knew that if anything else they can just keep pumping me full of taint-burn and I would eventually get better. I love modern medicine. At this point I began to relax and was able to enjoy THE DEBATE. I'm so glad I got to see that, GoBama! I also know that by the time the debate was over I was hungry. I hadn't eaten since my loving and worrying and praying and caring, and pretty wife dropped me off with a sammach. HUNGRY. I also knew that the docs wanted to admit me into the hospital for the night and have a Dermatologist see me in the morning. All fine news, nobody knows what actually happened to me yet, no food, comfy room, and dermy in the morning. I do remember getting a snack (turkey sammach, diet sprite and some pretzels). I squeezed out every little bit of mayo and mustard onto that damn sandwich, figuring that every calorie counted at that point. Sprite Zero? Disgusting! Drank every drop and ate ALL the ice. Oh, and I damn near choked on my pretzels. Well, maybe I'm not that dumb(W). Snack totally hit the spot and I was off to sleep. Sleep = contorting into a position that keeps your sticky puss-face off your pillow while keeping your right IV-arm straight and somehow gets you off your aching back (you've been on it for 12 hours).

Alright, the story is getting way out of control, so for the benefit of those who haven't quit reading I'll cut to the chase.

The Dermy took one look at my face and was like, "What have you gotten into? That's pretty bad poison oak." >CLICK< Poison Oak?! How?! I'm very fuzzy on the details, but it was my wife who remembered that we had just taken family photos on Sunday near some lightly wooded area. She hunted through the photos and sure enough, a giant fucking branch of poison oak was basically wrapped around my face. Now, we rode bikes/skateboard to the family-photo-op, so I naturally slapped my helmet on and rode home. I then used that helmet later the next day when I took the kids for a long bike-ride. Then again the next day when I rode to school for the first time (40~ min on the bike and in the helmet). All of which without having washed the fucker. All of which reapplying poison oak oils onto my neck. Suck.

A few fun facts:

- Once you wash poison oak oils off of your skin or clothes, you and your items are no longer contagious. The seeping puss pores are NOT contagious! Dermatologist was very specific about this. He says that once you've broken out, you can have random spots on your body break out as well, thus making one believe that they are re-infecting themselves. Interesting.

- The severity of an allergic reaction to poison ivy, poison oak, or sumac are all directly effected by your susceptibility (duh), the amount of poison that you come into contact with (duh), how often you come into contact (oh crap), and how long it stays on your skin (shit). Dermy also said that it didn't help that the neck strap was rubbing the stuff into my skin, digging it in deep.

- Staph infection + Incredibly stupid allergic overreaction to poison oak is like a slow dance with death.

- *When a medical dude asks you if you have been in the woods or done any lawn work recently. Stop and think. They don't ask questions because it's fun. Eliminating the right answer early on in diagnosis only leads to mass confusion and patient hysteria.


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I would like to personally thank the incredible Nursing staff at Baptist Memorial Hospital, who once again have reaffirmed my desire to become a nurse, a true medical professional. They have all been a shining example of the power of professionalism and kindness. To the doctors who gave me all the great drugs and made me feel so much better. To the Dermatologist who was AWESOME and proves why dermatology is such a specialized and important field of study. Thank you all. Thanks to all my friends who gave me phone calls and texts, it was really really nice to have the support. And a very special, gold-plated thank you to my family. My wife who worried herself sick, quietly asking me as she sadly dropped me off at the hospital, "please don't die." and all-the-while keeping the babies from worrying about daddy's crazy boo-boo. Honey, I couldn't ask to have someone better than you at my side. If I didn't know any better, your sheer power of will turned the whole fiasco into nothing more than a case of poison oak. You rock, thank you. Thank you.

Monday, June 30, 2008

Respect

our great Nation's song
sung with mediocre flair
takes away, not adds

I played on a job today where someone else sang the National Anthem. Normally I would heave a small sigh of relief, not because I don't want to play, but more because it gives me a chance to really listen, stepping away from the ceremony.  Today the National Anthem was sung by two girls from the local town that we performed at. I have yet to hear a more lyrical, or more embellished piece of performed disrespect in my life. It got me thinking back to all of the different "versions" of the National Anthem that I have heard throughout my life.  I have heard it in an R&B style, a gospel style, blues, rock, and country. Why? Have you ever heard the Canadian, British, Japanese, Spanish, or Chinese National Anthem sung with embellishments or creative interpretation? Maybe this is what our country is based on, but I say there is nothing wrong with honoring tradition and singing/playing our Anthem the way it was written, the way it was intended. British drinking song or no.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Tofu Tally #1

think of pepper spray
straight in the face of a guy
and who would you choose?

I recently closed out my first "Tofu Tally", a small poll on the right-hand side of the blog.  I'm stunned, amazed even, that everyone who voted, voted for our President. Those that voted, did you seriously picture the results in your mind, and could you possibly have more detest for the leader of the free world than for the most well known terrorist in modern times? Sadly, I expected at least one Mickey Mouse, but no. We can all rest soundly at night knowing that 100% of the people who voted wanted to see roast bush.

Thanks for the votes and expect more Tofu Tallies in the near future!!