Friday, November 30, 2007

Why am I the only one up at 3:00am?

I mean it would just be nice if I had someone to talk to. I don't think I'm an insomniac because it's not like I roll around for hours in bed waiting to fall asleep. Randomly, I just started getting into this embarrassing BBC soap opera called "Hotel Babylon". It is exactly what it sounds like, a soap opera involving the day-to-day operations of a very high end hotel in London. I think it's the accents, they just suck me in. Also the actress that plays the manager is this not-quite-middle-aged woman who I just find resoundingly attractive.

A quick aside: the last 20 minutes of The Departed is really just amazing. I love the whole movie but the end is just really...good. It's not because everyone dies in the The Godfather kind of way (though they do, and if I ruined the movie for you, it came out well over a year ago so get over it) it's that it's just so damn unexpected. Also the background score is noticeably absent which, if nothing else, makes the scene even more powerful.

I must admit, I'm spending all this time sitting on my ass watching TV and I really wish I spent my time being more creative. Like write a story, come up with a new, revolutionary idea, or come up with a novel idea on what to make my parents for a gift so I don't have to buy thing.

Well thats all for now, tune in next week for when mice make homes in glass houses.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

My Leg. Gross.

Went to the plastic surgeon today. The good news is that he works at Yale and therefore knows what he's talking about. Also as it turns out I'm healing quite nicely. The doctor also told me that I don't need to bandage my leg quite the same. I am finding quite a big of humor out of it because at least on one side it looks like two Band-Aids are holding the whole thing together. They might be. And now, for your viewing pleasure: the (almost literally) Band Aid on the broken leg.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

A Random Thought

If you make a mistake typing a text message in T9 or iTap or whatever you want to call it on cell phones, is it still a typo? Because chances are you'll just get a completely different word.

Furthermore, if you mean type in the numbers 6 and 3 to get "of", but the phone decides it wants to go with "me" and you don't pick up on it, is that still a typo. I mean it's a completely different word.

These are questions I must have the answers to.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Will It Blend? - Guitar Hero III

YouTube really does have some ridiculous stuff on it. Get past the Family Guy clips, the plethora of music videos, and Bro Rape, and you are still left with a phenomenal amount of really bizarre shit. Take, for example, Will It Blend?

This guy just takes random objects and blends the living hell out of them. Now don't get me wrong, this is cool as hell, but does he actually work for a blending company? I imagine he must as he destroys some rather expensive items. So let's assume he does work for a company. I think this company needs to hire a publicity company because they need more press. For example, the host pulverizes the daylights out of an iPhone. Do I need a blender that can cause this much destruction? Of course not, but I want one, because you never know when you need to grind up your most recent term paper you failed...or that cinder block thats been sitting on your fire escape since you moved in.

So in conclusion, keep on destroying cool shit, Will It Blend Host. I'll be rooting for you.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

High Quality Doctors

One of the conditions of my leaving the hospital was that I had to have a primary care physician in Connecticut lined up to manage my care. Well, as it turns out, the last doctor I had here was my pediatrician. So we make the appropriate appointments, and out I go. Well not quite, but bear with me here.

I had my first (and subsequently my last) appointment with my pediatrician--who shall remain nameless--on Friday. Apparently it took me a couple of days to write about it. Regardless, My mom and I go in for a quick checkup of my leg (which has two gigantic incisions in it) to make sure it was healing properly. Just to get you, fair reader, up to speed, on my inner-left leg, I have about 10 inches of "linear" a.k.a. normal stitches that honestly looks like something out of Pirates of the Caribbean. The surgeons couldn't close the other side so they had to use a skin graft, which makes the wound look like an eye. Delicious. The only things protecting my wounds from the outside air are some Vaseline gauze, some non-stick pads and an ace bandage.

Anyway, my mom and I begin unwrapping the ace and taking the wrappings off, and Dr. Weak Stomach just begins backing away. He looks at my leg (from across the room) and made the determination that everything looked all right from a medical standpoint. He then added--and this is what kills me--"but man does that [my skin graft] look gross." I mean, don't get me wrong, it does indeed look gross, but that is definitely not what you want to hear from a medical professional regarding your body. I'm sure our faithful doctor made a similar comment the last time he saw a wound like that--in his textbook in med school.

I mean look, the man is a good pediatrician, but he just wasn't set up for this. At this point, I attempted to end the appointment as quickly as possible and get the hell out of there. I quickly discard all the information that Dr. Bedside Manner had annunciated to me and made a mental note to never go back there again.

Since then, and say what you will, I've decided to keep my care within the Ivy League community. Elitist? Yes? But I didn't spend 24 days in the hospital to have some joker with a degree from the back of a cereal box fuck it up in the last quarter mile. Is that even an expression? I doubt it.

So now that I've officially decided I'm rambling, I bid you, dear reader, adieu.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Why I Love the BBC

So I'm watching a special about Princes Charles and Williams and how they are "Royal Rivals". The narrator discussed how Charles and Diana took their children on lots of exotic vacations.

The narrator begins "Charles and Diana took their kids on lots of exotic vacations," then a pause as the visuals show the kids racing around a very green area on quads. When one discusses the British Royal Family and exotic vacations, one thinks of areas like Myanmar (or as the British still lovingly refer to it, Burma), or Fiji, or Timbuktu. Not so much I quickly found out, as the narrator continued, "such as Goldie Hawn's Colorado ranch."

Ah yes, Colorado...exotic. I mean not to knock the great state of Colorado, but it seems as exotic to me as a trip to the supermarket. So go ahead BBC, keep thinking that Colorado is exotic, and I'll keep trying to figure out why the British Pound is doing so well.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Out of the hospital

So one of the many reasons I've not posted in a while is that I just spent the last three and a half weeks in the hospital. The good news is that now I'm out and after the insane monotony of that place, I'm going to need to get some creative writing flowing in order to not lose my mind.

On that note, more to come.