Bone grinding

Sunday, January 14, 2007

 

So a BME update is in place with a ton of new images (although we're still wading through the holiday backlog). Unfortunately I didn't manage to create all of the user accounts, and it's already past my pre-surgery day bedtime. Hopefully Phil will be able to create them in the morning. If not I apologize for the inconvenience — it will definitely be done soon either way.

I guess surgery makes you all weepy-keyboarded because I just wanted to publicly thank Phil for both being a good friend and his hard work in keeping BME images processed. I also wanted to thank Jon and Saira for all their help and friendship this year and say how much it's helped me, and that without both their help it would have been a very difficult year for me. Anyway, I could ramble on because there are so many wonderful people in my life, but eventually that get's all boo-hoo-silly because what I'm having done tomorrow is totally no big deal and short of some complication with the anesthetic (it's done under a general surprisingly), there's not a whole lot that can go wrong.

That said… If I die, I have a simple warning reminder for you that I've brought up many-a-time: Beware the Robot Apocalypse.

I'm serious. First they get a taste for blood by feasting on the hottest blood of all, and then they move on to the coldest — man.

But yeah. I'll post here Monday if I'm up to it. In theory I could be released from the hospital as early as four in the afternoon, but they've also told me that there's a bed booked for me, so who knows. Most likely I'll be out that day.

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Per Mors Mortis, Adfero Anima

Saturday, January 13, 2007

So last night I'm watching Jeopardy with Saira and Jon. It's interesting to watch the different ways that male and female minds are wired, and what they can instantly catch. Within a fraction of a second of it appearing on the screen below, Saira starts screaming LOOK! LOOK! LOOK! LOOK! LOOK WHAT IT SAYS!

There's a typo on the first word if you don't see it. Anyway, what's funny is that within a fraction of a second of contestant Kelly appearing on the screen, Jon shouts out I could fit my cock AND balls in her mouth — and she really did have an unusually large mouth.

Anyway… I was thinking about a better way to commit military mass murder.

Here's my plan for what US foreign policy should be.

The US should arm itself with tens of thousands of UAVs and missiles, enough to be capable of laying ruin via firestorm to an entire country border to border with the push of a button. No worrying about collatoral damage — if war really is needed, then let it be decisive and historically permanent. So everyone and everything dies.

But as the offending country is being bombed, along with the bombs are dropped ceramic “seedbombs” containing inside them a multitude of seeds for weeds, trees, vegetables, fungal spores, soil bacteria, and so on. As the cities and landscape smouldered and rotted, water would begin seeping into the shells, causing them to expand and split, spreading their seeds and seeing them sprout. Small scavengers and insects from surrounding areas and unbombed pockets would join the fresh ecosystem.

So push a button and the Genesis Weapon reduces your enemy to a catastrophic wasteland, and then over then next decade replaces their territory with lush farmland ready for you to claim as your own. Yeah, ok, so there's a small issue of pollution. Yeah, ok, so it's sort of monstrous. Yeah, ok, so it's a total ripoff from Star Trek II.


zoom if you want

But I have writer's block (I have to get a column for a print magazine finished for, well, yesterday) so I doodled it while I was working on other things. I also have three canvasses that I have to decide what sort of triptych I'm going to do on them but that's a project for another day…

Well, time to get to work.
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Solarmusic

Friday, January 12, 2007

Sorry I didn't post yesterday. After some work in the morning I spent the daytime at with a friend at a palliative unit, and then I had my own doctor stuff to do in the evening. Today was my orientation for the surgery where they told me all the where to be and when and what to bring type stuff and they took a little blood, and then on Monday morning they pull out the drills. I've got ModBlog pre-loaded until Tuesday, and I should be fine to post then anyway.


“We don't want to forget to tell you that you've been breathing poison gas for the last ten minutes. (Coughs). It's a very poisonous gas, and in just a few moments you will pass out and die. Thanks for your trust in us.”

I'm posting that Grobschitt video in part because last night Jon, Saira, and I were talking about how it's very difficult for people who haven't experienced racism personally to understand how even light jokes can be really hurtful… In my case, I still feel very uncomfortable when I hear “krautrock” — a term that boggles my mind that it was accepted, because calling German Progressive Rock “krautrock” is like calling rap “niggertalk”. It's hurtful and demeaning, even it seems to have been by and large accepted.

Even though I'm white living in a largely all white society, I know what it's like to get bullied and beaten up daily while being called “kraut” due to my accent. I can't imagine how much it would have sucked if it was about my skin color as well… I think a lot of the time people assume that racist jokes told in good humor don't hurt, and on one level they shouldn't, but it's sort of like telling dead baby jokes to someone who lost a child. They're never going to appreciate it… It's funny because with terms that people don't think about like “gypped” or “jewed” or “krautrock”, it's surprisingly hard to convince people you're not being oversensitive.

I think I'm rambling, so feel free (or not) to enjoy some more krautrock Grobschnitt.

“Would you like to sit on your bum, on the surface of the sun?”

PS. If you appreciate stage theatrics, watch the second clip, and the last third of the first.

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Need more weight…

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

I've written about it a bit here before, but since about six months after I left Mexico my weight started to drop. I think I was about 225 pounds or so during BMEfest 2006 for example, and by the time I started going to the gym I'd dropped to 195 pounds because of difficulty eating enough. I think the (not totally accurate) measurements at the time put me at 26% body fat which is just inside “obese”. Now I'm at just under 13% (at 175 pounds), which puts me just inside “underweight”. I'm not so happy with either (I feel very uncomfortable below 200 pounds in general), although I'm totally thrilled with feeling healthier and fitter.

Jon (who does most of the cooking here) has done wonders keeping my intake as high and worthwhile/healthy as possible, and hopefully when all this tumor junk is dealt with I'll have my appetite back. Other than that, the nerves are starting to grow back into the damaged tissue from the second magnetic implant removal procedure, so my left ring finger is ubersensitive! Oh, and I'm not peeing blood any more, yay, and just finished getting my kidneys ultrasounded.

More to that story, but I'm off to pick someone [small] up from school.

OH, and if you haven't already recommended a piercer, check out the entry about that a few entries down from this one. I really appreciate all the recommendations (and volunteering) so far and this is going to be a very difficult call.

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A warning too late?

Tuesday, January 9, 2007

On one level I feel a little bad linking to a ripped off video that I really think should be profitable for its creator, but at the same time I think it's very important that everyone watch WHY WE FIGHT, which I just noticed is on Suegle Video… Click the poster to check it out.

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