Pointless Announcements

Not really caring about any of this, I only just realized how butt-ass ugly his wife is.

*looks again at pic*

Oh, never mind- I see what you did there.

 

His face does fare fare worse after the transfer. Working with these low resolution pictures does make this kind of thing easy and hides any obvious problems that usually need time to clean up.

 

En route to the India High Commission to see about my visa. Apparently they want to interview me.

 

Glad to hear, hope they help!

I'm no running expert—in fact, I wouldn't really call myself a runner—and actually bought FiveFingers to use when lifting weights. I started attending my boot camp class two years ago with them and, aside from progressing to some minimalist Merrell barefoot shoes because of a toe injury, have yet to put on a pair of "real" running shoes since. To be fair, I did spend several consecutive summers during my teenage years at music camp not wearing shoes for six weeks, so it's never really been a foreign concept. Hello, Hobbit feet.

Ew. That is very unfortunate.

 

The streets in our area are not especially well-lit. It's hard to see detritus. In her case, she can barely feel her feet, so it's an even weirder experience.

Took the new shoes out for a test run this morning... as shoes go they were excellent.


On another note, the nation of India has decided they will let me into the country. I now have a 12 month, multiple visit visa. Time to make some deals...

 

Went for a walk around town to take pictures. Was not thrilled overall with the results but there were some that met my standards.
Memorial for the locals that died in the two world wars

A short walk away in the same park. This was a boring snapshot until I applied the appropriate filter; I would love to be able to paint something like this starting from a blank canvas.

City Hall

 

Had a Skype conversation with the Family (currently in an undisclosed location in Canada) and asked my son what his plans were for the two weeks from when his Mom leaves and I arrive.

Me: So where are staying?
Him: (chaos of multiple conversations overlapping) Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box.
Me: okay, Johnny Ryall, just don't smoke the rock.
(Mutual laughter met by confusion from the rest of the family)


Giving the cheek and dropping pop culture references like nobody's business.

His training is complete. Now he will join me to over throw the Emperor and rule the galaxy side by side.

 

Speaking of feet, I went barefoot enough in my teen years that I could put cigarettes out on the callouses on the ball of my feet with no pain.


/definition of pointless

 

Wow, I received an email last night from my microbiology teacher down in Naples. Just to check up on me and see how I am doing. I'm seriously touched. I loved her class and I have a lot of respect for her.

Her tests were so difficult that sometimes I would break out into uncontrolled giggling while taking them - the pressure was so great that it had to go somewhere, so it manifested itself in laughter. And then I'd look over at the other end of the room and she'd be sitting there with her feet up on the desk and her hands interlocked on her chest with a huge smile on her face. She knew she was killing us. I learned a lot in her class, though, and I developed a deep and abiding fascination for microorganisms. She was an incredible teacher - super sharp, a great lecturer and she was really passionate about the subject. They fired her from Edison shortly after I left because so many students complained about her - people not willing to put in the work. There were 20 something students in our class at the onset and 7 or 8 were there for the final exam - everyone else dropped. Good part is, she's working at a better school now so I'm happy for that. It's really nice to hear from her.
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In other news, it is amazing how fast these frigging clinical groups fill up. I learned my lesson from last time. At 0659 start hitting that refresh button until it opens up at 0700 and then bam! sign up. I made it! And within about 15 secs all of the groups were filled. In my favor is the fact that my preferences were based more on travel time than the facility....everyone wanted the Nemours clinical because the hospital is supposed to be really beautiful. But that shit is about an hour drive for me and I'm not all gung ho about working with kids. So I'm going to be working with a home health/nursing daycare center that is nearby and decidedly less glamorous. And that's fine with me. I'm sure I'll learn just as much there as I would at Nemours.

 

Just booked our tickets back home to AZ for a week for Christmas. We also leave for AZ next week for a few days for my baby sister's wedding. Hoping some sun therapy can recharge my soul. Love my husband and love my job.. but Chicago.. I have much less love for you, still, after 5 years in your midst.

 

the tide of furniture approaches.
included is a sofa.
it is a mental state.
sometimes it gets very big.
other times it does not.

 

Jif makes cashew butter now. I was ridiculously excited, and immediately bought the expensive-and-small jar. It wasn't as good as I remembered it... but I think the last time I had it, I had an organic brand with just cashews and salt. Boo, Jif. Boo.

In other news, I ate the intern's Greek yogurt yesterday, thinking it was mine (we buy the same brand. And flavors, too, apparently.) Oops.

 

No cats in the carry-on.

 

So, I get this text message:

hey, what are you doing thursday?
i'm working all day, but I'll be free around 9. what did you have in mind?
want to drink a four loko with me and screw around?
oh, hell yez.

and in this way, little by little, my faith in man-kind is restored.

 

I have become addicted to Massaman curry.

Fuck.

 

mixedmedia,

Post a beverage review of the Four Loko.

 

Plan9 - FOUR LOKO:


My friend holding my Four Loko can while I cut brownies. Priorities. My second Four Loko at my waist.

When the original Four Loko formulation became illegal, my friend Oliver and I picked up several cases to take to an alumni camping retreat. I drank one and a half, and then used the rest of the second can to replace the Monster/Red Bull in Jager bombs.

To say it is death in a can isn't an understatement. It tastes like melted cotton candy mixed with cough syrup and rubbing alcohol. You simultaneously get hyped up, as well as fucked up. It's the weirdest drunk I've ever been. I would probably repeat it though, because it was fun. I can see why younger kids got in trouble with it. You're drunk, but you never get tired, so you want to drink more.

Now they changed the formula, and it's just alcohol and sadness. No wakey drunk juice.

SUMMATION: Old, now illegal Four Loko: liver death and pretty awesome. Can put up with the shitty taste for how crazy you get.
New Four Loko: what's the point?