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The Indefinite Article.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009


I drew a pretty picture on the bus on my way home today.


Friday, May 22, 2009

We have the technology

So, i saw a shoulder specialist today and got an anatomy lesson.

the clavicle is like a support beam against which various ligaments pull against. I also learned that i broke mine in two places, each one is attached to important ligaments, so the bulk of my clavicle is floating free, about 1/4 inch out of place.

These types of fractures do not heal well naturally, so i am having surgery Wednesday. That's right, soon i will be bionic. i'll be getting a plate, some screws and wires to put my shoulder back together.

The best part is that i should be out of the sling and able to work again in a week, rather than 4-6 weeks.

more details as typing becomes less painful.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Clavicle is a funny word...

but a serious bone. I know this because i broke mine yesterday.

How quickly a pleasant game of kickball turns ugly.

Bases are loaded, i'm on third, so i have to run. It's a short kick, and i lose track of it as i take off down the third base line. Not quite sure what happened next, but i was off-balance and going to fall. Rather than go flat down i tried to roll, and did so badly. I came up off the roll, kept moving forward across home and kept walking off the field.

I had forgotten how much getting hurt hurts. I was drenched in sweat, ears ringing and nauseated.

Long story short -> ER, x-ray, diagnosis, meds, shower, bed.

Off to repeat the last three.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

New Manuok Video -- Serves You Right -- In Claymation-o-vision!

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Friday, May 15, 2009


This is really amazing.  Tomas forwared this--he's out of commission since breaking his foot on the kiddy ramp in PA.  Now he's been spending far too much time combing the interweb for entertainment.  But this looks like much more than entertainment.  No point trying to explain:

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I've lost touch with almost everyone over the last year or so, but everything's going exceptionally well--despite all viral and economic panicking.  I don't pray much, but I do pray for the zombie infestation.  One day maybe we will finally make a virus that turns humans into mindless, flesh-eating beasts with no pain receptors.  Until then, it's business as usual in Houston.  Almost.

For all dusty, balmy, polluted air, flat landscape and hordes of homeless people loitering around the methadone clinic, Houston has been good to me.

This marks the second week at the new job and I couldn't be happier with it.  It's a multi-modal clinic called Advanced Diagnostics, just south of the med center.  The radiologist is an old, semi-retired Indian guy named Dr. Jingrhan and there's just no way to piss him off outside of misinjecting a patient.  The people are helpful and so far i haven't found the "uptight" person, which means it might be me, but at any rate, there's no one breathing down my neck here because I'm the only nuc med tech here!  

There's a ton of paperwork to get in order for upcoming state inspections (kinda scary), but it's a small price to pay for these conditions.  Still working at St. Luke's in the evenings and have recently upgraded to 3 movies at-a-time from Netflix, so i can watch all the Japanese gangster movies ever made in 1/3rd the time.

That's about it.  Except the guts of my muffler blew out onto the entrance ramp of 288 the other day and the bike sounds like an angry beast now.