| Won't Someone Think Of The Children? |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|05:34 pm] |
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| | Wings Of Fire - The Rods | ] |
This week, a place in Brooklyn had a .40¢ cent chicken wings promotion. Apparently teenagers there liked it so much that they did what any normal teen does when provided with an inexpensive after-school snack—they shot and stabbed each other.
At least this time guns weren't blamed for the stupid actions of people. The blame was put squarely where it belongs—on the restaurant. Wait, what?!
"Earlier this week, Councilwoman Letitia James blasted the place for promoting its 40-cent “Wing Tuesdays” to students, telling the Brooklyn Paper, "We got to do something about Wild Wings. I want this Tuesday restaurant promotion stopped, or the lease of this business revoked."
Thank you Councilwoman James, for having the courage to stand up against Wild Wings and their Chicken Mind Control Technology™ that turns young scholars full of promise into depraved murderers. |
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| Vetstreet |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|01:54 pm] |
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My boss just signed our clinic up for this. Not sure when it will take effect. Anyone use it? How do you like it? |
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| bird and dog. and digital ink tattoo. |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|11:35 am] |
i lost my dream because the first thing i did was wake up to a work related phone call. on the other hand, we found a great segue for our doc and a great lead. more info later.
dreamt i was in LA hanging out with pipkdick. he was leading me in a way through an old mansion with a pool, seemed like an old family home. it was a strange place mined with history. ex girlfriends discarded, coming and going, i was on the tail end, taking care of some, befriending others. i came across an old notebook he'd used that had been filled to the brim with notes. i tried to learn his organizational scheme, since mine are perpetually terrible, but the scribbles seemed overly complicated, one column too many. maybe i do know how to organize now.
i also came across a dog that i absolutely fell in love with. a big black and white sheep dog that kept nipping at my hand when i held it over him, then said to me in english, "so is there a reward for me doing this? cuz you keep pulling away." then i lowered my hand for him to bite, and he offered to flip me over.
i wanted to take him back with me to korea, but then everyone pointed out i'm a single guy living alone and the dog will eventually be lonely. the sheepdog looked at me with pity. "what if i get a bird and a dog?" i said. but around, were the discarded rotting half living half dead corpses of all the birds in pipkdick's life. various parrots whose feathers were shorn, falling, dangling off. some were burnt. there was nothing to bring back to the future here. and so i left alone, right when the phone rang. and sure enough, when i got up, there was neither dog, nor bird, nor feather.
the dog was wrong. i'm a single guy living alone. the dog would have plenty of company these days. as long as he didn't mind an owner glued to the computer and the phone hacking away at work ineffectively and then staring off dumbly. |
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| all annoying |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|12:27 pm] |
dreamt i was in europe, and one of the attractions was this water park where you have to climb this long long multi story rope ladder. the kind that has rungs all made of rope, that you have to climb in a slow deliberate manner to make any real progress. people's names were placed on the ladder too, and lots of them were full, there were entire areas were slots were hard to find, and it was packed from side to side, top to bottom, so that you could only move up the ladder, after the previous person left.
at the top of a ladder, we all waited to take part in a shrimp shumai looking sea creature who came swimming up from the shores of a dark brackish water. it settled on land and its back burst open. there, it turned color from a foreboding black into a more friendly fleshy white people colored bumpy shumai stuffing. shrimp colors i suppose.
once you were assigned a shumai, you dove into the water, and your body disintegrated. when you came to, you had become a part of the floating mass of common inside the shumai ship. you had no body of your own and instead a consciousness that noticed only the concept of motion. each motion you made was drawn as a vector that was assigned colors and direction and magnitutde, that glowed with numbers everytime you moved. all this powered the ship, and you'd become some sort of great communal engine.
later, i discovered there were bad entities that were going around and cutting off the entities of certain people in half, and replace themselves in their bodies. thus, you'd take someone's body, cut them in half along their sides, and fit yourself in and sew it back up. like you were wearing their body as a suit. there was lots of screaming and blood in the water, but when everyone came out of their shumai ships and reconstituted, there were these terrible half people that were just outlines that left the proper footprint but nothing else, and there were other groups of people who were awful frankensteined sewed up skin suits being worn by others.
it was all a plot. everyone i knew was taken over by someone else, and the worst thing was that no one else in the world could see the damage done. they only saw the footprints and assumed everything was ok.
there was this other bit that had to do with stealing tons of money, thinking no one else knew, and then discovering at the end that there was a plot by our close family members to kill us and steal it all back. i found their hand carry luggage and it was all empty, just filled with fake dollar bills they were going to replace all of ours with.
the themes were all the same, deceit, murder, conspiracy. normally it'd be some sort of nightmare but when i woke up, i still just wanted to go straight back to bed.
turns out my exceedingly expensive insurance won't cover the surgery that i had right before i got it. which is ok i suppose, but annoying considering how expensive the goddamn thing is.
bah. |
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| dreams lost dreams |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|01:58 pm] |
only remembering bits and pieces of dreams these days. perhaps i'm getting up too late, too. calling my cleaning lady tomorrow early so i can actually be forced up early.
woke up in another fit because of never ending phone bill demands. dreamt about nelson mundt from the simpsons, being in a baseball game with him and several high school friends. i was a terrible baseball player, unable to even swing the bat, unable to move, unable to feel comfortable in my own skin. they lobbed in two strikes, and then a ball just rolled down the middle and i walked to base. there, i was struck by some inability to think and watched as the next person hit a ball far and wide, and stayed on base right until someone tagged second as a force out. coulda run home by then.
afterwards, i tried to find all my cleats and things, and i had a preview of nelson, who had gone home to look at old videos of his father, moses malloaya. (that was his name), talking about having just had a kid and was going to become the greatest baseball player of all time to make his father proud.
everyday, plod through work. everyday go to bed uncertain, everyday repeat until something happens.
i wish i hadn't lost my military jacket. that's just heartbreaking. tho buying a new one might make me feel better. |
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| vet tech student help? |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|06:17 pm] |
Hi! I need some help. I need to write a report on surgeries for my anesthesia class and I dont/havent worked in a clinic so I am stuck on the concentrations commonly used in vet clinics. Can anyone help with some common concentrations so I could do the dosage calculations? I need them for:
atropine
acepromazine
butorphanol
propofol
Any help is so greatly appreciated! Thanks! |
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| Healty Pet, Reminders, ETC. |
[Nov. 6th, 2009|10:39 am] |
Does any other clinic here use Healthy Pet for their reminder system?
I can't stand them, we have nicknamed them "Harassment Pet".
I am looking for a different company to use, does anyone have any suggestions?? |
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| dr. dre seemed to know the guy standing next to me. there were two bass players |
[Nov. 6th, 2009|02:30 pm] |
dreamt i met ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) beatification. she was more than 7 feet tall and expressed concern that she was overweight at 80 kilos. I said, 80 was probably pretty normal or even too skinny for 7 feet.
dreamt i was at some elaborate hip hop show at a high school auditorium. doctor dre was there, other people were there, it was a multi day festival and i had to cover it for work. my boss was running around with bigwigs and i was caught wandering debating whether or not my tshirt and swim trunks were formal enough.
a kid vomited on me from a balcony above. and tho i kept moving, he kept vomiting on me three times. i ran around til i finally caught him from the advice of some teenage girls who had seen the whole thing. he was some skinny tiny punk and just said he'd had too much to drink and it was just too easy to vomit on me. i slapped him a few times and gave him the choice that i could either kick his ass or take him to the principal and report him. he scoffed and vomited again and so i just rubbed his face in his own sick and left him at that.
hate dreaming about work. |
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| PZI & Vetsulin... |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|04:01 pm] |
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So PZI is unavailable, and per the FDA Vetsulin is having quality control issues. What are people using for their cats and dogs? |
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| stream of consciousness. i like it |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|08:55 pm] |
i am drifty again.
imagining i'm living someone else's life. surely i am meant for greater things. that is the thought that lies at the base of my running commentary and thought process that is connected to neither here nor there. it's worrisome because i am on my motorcycle in the winter that is now and i'm sure it hurts more to fly off your bike in cold weather and scrape across the pavement.
i think perhaps this is what spacemen feel like. like the fillings in capsules. innerspace travel.
i delivered a hard drive to a company that edits for us. the girl barely looked at me, said "quick service? is it our hard drive?" she took it from me and closed the door. if i really were quick service, i would have wanted my money.
i have been eating a lot of jook lately. it's the perfect meal to eat alone during breaks between the day. the places are always small, there's few people around, and most of the clientele are girls eating alone. so somehow, my diet is a lonely girl watching her weight.
i usually get the pine mushroom jook, because they discounted it from 15,000 to 10,000 won. i think this is like when used car people add crossed out outrageous prices just above the real ones. i feel like im' getting a good deal.
i asked them to add broccoli and sundubu to the jook. i've never thought to ask for a custom order before but you know, it's just jook, you just throw everything left in the kitchen and boil the fuck out of it. they held a mini conference in the kitchen, between the cook ajumma and the cashier ajumma and i could not tell who was in charge. eventually, the decision was made, yes, we can add broccoli and sundubu to your order, we shall charge you an extra 2000 won. that is fine by me.
i am remembering that movie i saw on the train to busan, about pacey from dawson's creek being diagnosed with some incurable cancer and how instead of going to get debilitating treatment, he went and travelled the country by motorcycle for a week. at the end, he writes a book about it, it's his life's accomplishment that he never got around to before. campbell scott narrates it. i like to imagine the safe huggable guy from singles. or the safe huggable guy from the spanish prisoner. mr. innocuous. listen to his soothing voice.
he is the one who didn't get laid while matt dillon runs around date raping every one's love interest to a creed soundtrack.
i also remember klimt saying something similar during her treatment years and years ago. about running away and how everyone told her how selfish that was. i'm pretty sure i said the same thing.
i'm quite pleased by the reduction of things. the simplifying of things. i throw away old things that have been held in plastic bags around my apartment for five years at a time, never getting processed, just moved from place to place to place. added baggage that holds some mild nostalgic value.
i'm streamlining my finances, a few grand here, a few grand there, bank accounts here, autopayments there, insurance payments here, mortgage payments there, spend in, box out, separate accounts, tax breaks, would you like to see how the lines squiggle up and down depending on how much you pledge to save today? how much will you pledge? raise your hand. that's the answer i've been looking for.
the bank i go to now has notice on their computers that i am "the nephew of vice president." so they treat me with utter reverence. today, when i went in to get my billing done, three separate people offered me tea, and the branch manager came out to greet me. at first it was amusing. and now it is somewhat embarrassing. at the same time, insanely helpful. i'm not giving up this treatment anytime soon. they call people for me, fill out the forms for me, run errands for me. this must be how the really rich and powerful live everywhere, i want to be there.
one of my facebook friends has "jesus is the christ" on her profile. i'd been meaning to catch up with her now that she's done with film school and back in korea, but i have now decided against it. i'm always nervous that people will mention jesus in a conversation and i have to tell them i think they're stupid.
today, i put on pants that i hadn't worn for a few years on account of having gotten really fat. i pulled them out and now they're a bit loose. riding around all day, i realized there was a gaping hole in teh crotch where i must have ripped them. i tried to pin them shut, but at the office, no one had more than one pin. the final solution was stapling. so i stapled the hole closed. i also stapled my pants to my boxers.
in the shortened facebook version, it says, "i just stapled my pants to my boxers." they're missing out over there. the nuances, it's all about the nuances.
less is more! i am more and more less these days, and i'm striving to lessen myself completely. i remember that feeling when i was like an obsessive girl in sophomore year of college. talking about body fat percentage and boys. but by boys i mean girls. "do you guys eat when you're sad?" i said once to two girls in their dorm room. then we all hugged. but there is something nice and pleasant, aesthetically, ascetically, it feels symmetric, complete, human asymptote. i am becoming more and more the zero version of me.
too busy to eat full meals, tho i indulge on weekends with good friends. booze is also always tempting. not the next day necessarily. but i like to think i'm like that wiry guy with the mustache who was eating 800 calories a day because he wanted to live longer. i dunno if that's gonna be worth it. but i think i can understand it for other reasons now.
i do not like that i keep dreaming about work. about having more work, not getting it done, dreaming about it, waking up to it, sleeping on it. the thing is i don't even do that much. it's just one of those occupying forces. like nazis in france. work is the nazi in my french brain. and my paycheck is the collaborator? not sure.
andre agassi used to wear a wig. that's so awesome. maybe when i go completely bald (propecia didn't work, will minoxidil?) i can just agassi myself:
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| or attainable |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|02:33 pm] |
i dreamt silicone vagina girl was showing me an exhibit of papercrafts she did on some rickety wooden art gallery that was more like a cabin on the beach. each room had these tan paper cuttings that looked mostly embossed, of eastern orientalist type japanese and korean women. with the long faces and slitty eyes. i commented that they were very different from her usual work. i think her mom asked her why she didn't just marry me.
strange.
yesterday was stranger. seems i'm going to the doctor all the time nowadays. tho i still haven't run out of allergy meds, so i can put that off at least. good thing i got medical insurance and life insurance. i should send in my payment for that soon. i also almost sorta got a financial planner. not sure, i don't have as much money to put away as i would have liked. turns out the loan from the bank had this sticking point which involves me committing half my salary to some really low interest savings account every month. just barely covers inflation. and i'm tied to it for three years? blah.
even writing about finances makes my eyes glaze.
also, i like it that my surgeon guy is like a character in a movie. has this weird mole on his face, twitchy expression, and speaks with a deadpan. i can totally imagine him delivering weird cancer news in the most banal way possible and slightly tilting his head and then of course it turns out it's not and i threw away my baseball career for nothing.
yeah that makes no sense.
blah blah health and finances. maybe i will get a tattoo. or a ferrari. or a supermodel. damn midlife crises, why can't they all be equally affordable? |
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