Drosofila

Day

2011-09-21T23:26:00.000-07:00

Today was like I was describing to my friend Lars, similar to the time I took half a Zoloft for test anxiety: within one day I became enclosed in a bottle - with fluid in it, unable to hear, see nor feel clearly my surrounding world. I wondered who would want to feel that way, no matter how much anxiety they might want to conquer.

But more than that, it was like someone else's detached dream. Although it was generally pleasant lunching with my friend and strolling on a rare and unseasonably warm SF day, it was still someone else's day.

Then the magik happened: as we got in the normally extended ordering line at UNNAMED EXPENSIVE HIPSTER MICROBREW COFFEE - and not even the longest I've seen there - we were discussing what to get, and we finally settled on a mocha which we knew was so overpriced we would split it and consume it on site. The instant our decision was made the place fell silent for a mere fraction of a second - and the next loud words out of the barista boy's mouth were: WOULD ANYBODY LIKE A FREE MOCHA FOR HERE? lifting a cup into the air. The even weirder part - we were the only ones to raise our hand in a line of twelve people. I stepped out of the quiet line to the front to take it from him before he changed his mind, and drifted directly to a table where Lars and I sat in amazement for a second before having a taste to make sure this really happened.

It was definitely the real deal, the coveted Mocha from U.E.H.M.C. It wasn't flawed in production, tainted or defective in any way at all. Correct temperature, cocoa sweetness and froth consistency, not to mention the usually intricate foam decor.

The young people who frequent this place always stand in line very patiently. They turn to have conversations with their friends or other folks behind them with the knowledgable resignation that their sacrifice is a necessity which will ultimately yield the exquisite and exclusively appropriate cup of java.

We shared and terminated it with glee, and conversed over it for longer than I'd done in a while, taking up the tabled seating for an extended period of time.

1-800-HATEYOU

2011-03-06T22:09:00.000-08:00

A phone line - texting number? - where you can call and spew all your nastiest hatred for someone/something which has been percolating inside your deepest recesses for the longest time.

Have no guilt! Just lay it on me, baby, for a mere $6.66 per call. This would relieve the most pent-up do-gooder liberals who have no such other un-PC outlet, unlike neo-cons who apparently know how to express themselves much more freely in this manner on a judgemental daily basis.

Do this before we adopt euro-like anti-hate-speech laws, as it looks like we are long overdue.

Undecided if some of the proceeds should go to some worthy cause somewhere else, considering my current placement as a good recipient.

Night Cuts

2011-02-20T21:18:00.000-08:00

I keep waking up with cuts and scratches on my face - when I've slept alone.

Wondering what the story was...

Public Servants Don't Have a Safeword

2010-10-21T15:05:00.000-07:00

People who vote for Prop B: Consider most SF public servants can't even afford to live in SF on their city pay, and frequently do jobs which are dangerous or really unpleasant for the sole public good, thankless and generally unrewarded, all to sew back the seams of a flawed and increasingly stressed out system. Lower level employees have already taken pay cuts, services have been getting slashed yearly and budgets cut drastically.

Private sector entities who get rich basically feeding off the general population don't have to deal with their own by-products: exploitation and despair, and use their money to distance themselves from where that happens. Public servants are the ones who pick up after this consumptive process, mainly to keep things running in some fashion.

Life and Decrapitation

2010-09-21T19:38:00.001-07:00

Repetitive stress injury from working day after day. Thought I would be an observer through this, but got caught up in the routine druggedness of people with jobs, like The Man Who Fell to Earth.

This was never going to be the healthy choice, guess I felt privileged by thinking I would never fall for this establishmentarianistic trap. Never would I work full-time for anyone but MYSELF again, and any future money I'd make would go directly to my craft and skill, whether it was my latest short video, new guitar or launching/developing the ultimate psychosex site.

Where did all the good will go? or the ENERGY whatwithall?

The body: we all know it eventually breaks down. Living like it never will is in some kind of positive attitude self-help book all over the world, soon to be in every language, originating straight from our holier-than-thou californian coasts. So why would anyone want to waste even one precious moment doing with their body -- their only true possession (if not factually physically enslaved by some other entity) doing something they don't really want to do?

A-ha, there's the rub: Whether tis nobler for the heart to suffer the slings and arrows...
No, wait.

Tuesday. Seven pee-em.

2010-07-20T23:23:00.000-07:00

Driving back home from work I saw people with very gray, sickly faces. Not just the first guy, who was crossing in front of SF General Hospital, but later another lady, several blocks past the hospital. She had baggy clothes, but not necessarily disheveled, and a nice haircut. Everything else about her was quite normal, except her face -- a grayish-green shade.

Now, I doubt they both had the same terminal illness at the same time. But now that I think about it, they also had the same malaise in expression, a very unhappy one, on the fringe of desperation.

At the moment of seeing the first person I also began realizing everyone was driving crazy, they had been doing that since I left work. This was Tuesday evening. Had everybody gone to happy hour and were now totally drunk going home? Had something suddenly happened in local/international news that I wasn't aware of yet? Was this a regular behavioral pattern of normal people on every Tuesday after work?

I'm either becoming less wise about humanity, or creating my own mystery thriller in my head out of pure boredom.

Camille Paglia - No Sex Please, We're Middle Class

2010-07-02T14:53:00.000-07:00

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/27/opinion/27Paglia.html?src=me&ref=general

Amusing article. Smacks a bit of old fuddy-duddy bemusing the infamous "lack of eroticism" of modern media, and nostalgia the so-much-better bygone days when things were more prohibited.

"There’s no mystery left. "

Heard that before?

"...without an ounce of genuine eroticism. "

This quip about L. Gaga is not an insult at all. Her art transgresses the erotic norm, and you'd think Paglia would see that with in-your-face s&m dirty video imagery. I concur, that is not genuine eroticism, it's late century expressionism, like M. Manson and Nine Inch Nails.
It is so not what she's about.

Paglia even sounds chauvinistic, when as a spectator she wants women to be more erotic. I do agree that modern life de-sexualizes people for business purposes -- modern family can survive only in function of business (that's why they'll HAVE to let gays marry. It's practical business sense, although I don't believe marriage the way it's still set up like the middle ages makes any business sense either: obsolescent.) But if making a living in the real world means having to curtail a bit of your eroticism on the job site (!) then maybe you can lead a fulfilling career in some other field and then do or pay for your sexuality somewhere else intimately fulfilling, like guys do, and that might just be okay. Because you can.

In this following quote she's pretty much defining successful and ambitious women as reproductive ones. I have serious issues with that statement. There will be more and more women foregoing reproduction, you watch. Truth is, it's just not an essential/defining part of womanhood anymore. Sorry, just the way it is.

"Men must neuter themselves, while ambitious women postpone procreation".

But as women try to gain more life power -- as in jobs, cultural careers and options for life choices -- they can define their own kind of sexuality and eroticism. Hate pseudo-quoting Kissinger, but power is one of the best aphrodisiacs in my book, too.

A New Bio-directive

2010-06-13T10:49:00.000-07:00

There's more than one reason older women are more attractive these days: not only because they've been taking better care of themselves, having less children, and generally living their lives in more fulfilling ways, but also because the biological focus has shifted more towards present group maintenance rather than future sustenance of the species as a whole.

As we near the visible end of the human adventure on earth, the identified "instincts" to propagate give way for more reasonable and practical instincts: how to live well the rest of the time we all have left.

The saying that males -- young and old -- are always on the lookout for the young, fertile females as an irrefutable, irresistible urge to carry their seed into the far future, may be shortfalling to a new reality of a species in precarious conditions of survival into that far away future. Chances are getting slimmer daily that even two generations from now they will be able to enjoy simple pleasures such as non-toxic shellfish, or un-synthesized meat or natural plant and fruit products. Bladerunner comes to mind, with a now more plausible scenario of most animals being extinct, and a huge market for animatronics and synthesized hyperrealistic creatures, used in everything from pet needs to natural photoshoots for visual illusion.

In biology, animal species tend to propagate in different patterns mostly according to their environment. In a high risk, dangerous habitat species reproduce in quick, large quantities, flooding the environs with as many offspring as fast as possible in the short time of parental life they may have left.

Seeing how we -- and I'm primarily talking about middle class western societies -- have created a more comfortable environment for ourselves, with most people working with an option for windfall for future needs -- savings plans, 401Ks, the need to reproduce no longer serves our environment. Although we are still in need for a young workforce to maintain the older crowd (which is getting older by the minute as baby boomers age) it is no longer true that having more kids is more profitable or even convenient. Women in these countries are in fact discovering that having any kids is not only quite unprofitable, but downright inconvenient to the simple goal of having a happy life.

Both Italy and Japan have continued to hold world records in negative population growth in the last ten years. Despite minor differences between these two countries, within the same socio-economic status child-bearing women have largely stopped having kids. Women's lives have simply been made more difficult by having children, apparently at all socioeconomic levels, so women have finally stopped and taken note. Females are not moving out of their parents' house, not getting married or just choosing to not spawn even when partnered. It's simply too much trouble -- and not enough reward. There is the highest level of single female headed households in the world now than ever before, and a higher number of physically self-sufficient women than ever before.

In this present-tense scenario, people look to sex more for bonding and entertainment purposes, and for raising the quality of life. The whole esthetic of bio-fertility of younger women being more attactive no longer makes sense, and it's resulting in males opting for older women rather than young ones as a more attractive choice. I don't believe that these are conscious choices, but most talk about children as a major motivator for relationships no longer holds true nowadays, for the vast majority.

Social Networking

2010-04-21T07:13:00.000-07:00

Yesterday people at my job were wishing me happy birthday all day. It wasn't my birthday. Then I realized... it was my facebook birthday.

These colleagues were people I had not friended on facebook, either, except for one. And after that first person said it to me -- and I thought he'd know me better to remember my real birthday, since he had been invited to the party some two years before -- I just stopped telling the rest that it wasn't my real birthday after all. I just gave up, and took all the new birthday wishes in stride, kind of rejoicing to have a brand new birthday, the second one this year.

I don't feel comfortable exposing true personal identity data on any of these sites, and I've been on them since friendster pre-history. It always shocks me how much intimate information people post on this thing, and not surprised when it bites them in the ass.

It made me realize exactly just how powerful facebook has become. It just creates whole new realities for people, pushing their real-life events to a questionable back file in their brain.

Upon signing in to fb of course I had a slew of birthday wall posts, and they also included several other people who had been at my IRL birthday party previously.

I thanked them all profusely.

A Peek into Charleton Heston's Basement

2009-12-31T16:24:00.000-08:00

No wonder he was the head of the NRA. Or was it that he had this fetish because he was the head of the NRA...? Chicken or egg thing, I guess.

Click on each pic to enlarge.

BEST BLACK-DEATH-GORE METAL BAND NAMES

2009-09-18T20:00:00.000-07:00

1000 Funerals, Abattoir, Abhorred Existence, Abominator, Abortarium, Absolute Hatred, Accept Death, Acheron, Acid Bath, Amoebic Dysentery, Apiary, Asphyx, Atheist, Atrocious Abnormality, Atrocious Abnormality, Atrocity, Atrosis, Autopsy, Behemoth, Belphegor, Benediction, Blasphemic Cruelty, Bolt Thrower, Brejn Dedd, Brutal Devastation, Bukkake Tsunami, Cadaver, Cancer, Cannibal Corpse, Carcass, Cardiac Arrest, Carnage, Carnage Asada, Cattle Decapitation, Cemetery Rapist, Cephalic Carnage, Cephalotripsy, Convulsus, Corpse Cum, Corpse Dismemberment, Cuntworm, Darkthrone, Death, Decapitated, Decrypt, Deicide, Desultory, Deterioration, Dethroned, Devourment, Digested Flesh, Disgorge, Disincarnate, Dismember, Divine Pustulence, Dying Fetus, Edge of Sanity, Electro Toilet Syndrom, Entombed, Excruciation, Execration, Fecal Corpse, Foetopsy, Genocaust, Gorefest, Gorguts, Grave, Grotesque, Gut, Guttural Secrete, Guttural Secrete, Hail of Bullets, Hate Eternal, Horde Casket, I Shit on Your Face, Immolation, Impetigo, Incision, Incubus, Infestdead, Inhuman Dissillency, Jungle Rot, Kataklysm, Katatonia, Katatonia, Krisiun, Kuntle, Lapidate, Lividity, Loudblast, Maceration, Malevolent Creation, Massacra, Massacre, Masticate, Merciless, Monstrosity, Morbid Angel, Morgoth, Mortal Decay, Nailed Shut, Napalm Death, Necrophagist, Nekros, Nihilist, Nile, Nocturnus, Obeisance, Obituary, Opeth, Orchiotomy, Pestilence, Pollution, Possessed, Pungent Stench, Purulent Jacuzzi, Putrid Pile, Ribspreader, Rottenness, Sadus, Sarcophagus, Sceptrum Mortiferum, Screaming Afterbirth, Septic Devourment, Sepultura, Severed Savior, Skinned, Slaughter, Slayer, Spermswamp, Splatterwhore, Stab Wounds, Suffocation, Syphilic Gitrot, Therion, Torture Division, Unanimated, Unearthed Corpse, Unleashed, Vader, Viral Load, Vital Remains, Vital Remains, Wounded Knee

Next week: care to add to this list?

Bukkake Tsunami... that one gets some prize.

Please send me all the best names you can find to add to the collection. Fanks!

Impaled Nazarene - tx to Crazy Frank

Names of Pain

2009-07-30T23:04:00.000-07:00

Ever wonder where those ex nerdy geek boys fished the names for their big new companies once they hit the big time?

It's all in the name.

Sounds to me like they had plenty of teenage sexual problems, and their revenge was not forgetting where they came from. Finally getting paid, after never getting laid as young men, they've been able to describe their private parts and their condition to common household and now senseless words -- MICROSOFT and EUNIX.

Mmmh.

This Week's Most Alarming Headlines

2009-07-15T08:50:00.000-07:00

Nuclear booby-trap devastates Sri Lanka: ‘Gotcha!’ says rebel leader’s suicide note

Mirrored buildings killing more elderly drivers

Dear Abby: Is 84 too late to give up drugs?

N. Korea goes ballistic after Fox anchor mocks small missiles

Space Station’s Tang supplies critically low; NASA fears mutiny, scurvy

New ‘Frenemy’ app spins web of malicious gossip

‘Hipster Grifter’ deployed to Iraq

Urine the money! Out of water, Vegas casinos offer perks for recycling

Web 2.0 moguls spark leather pants craze in Silicon Valley

Renegade nun re-frocks herself at Forever 21

Parents sue after brain-dead teen denied Harvard admission

Doomsday cult books cruise to Mount Ararat

Peace activists plan to cross DMZ

Wienermobile in freak collision with carnival workers

Farmers Council vows to squash dissenters

Lindsay Lohan buys house next door to Jonas Brothers

WWII buffs re-enact Bataan Death March at Florida outlet mall

Haitian president says crisis may require greater sacrifices

Strange new microbe feeds on silicone

Viking biker gang seizes control of Iceland’s capital: Elves vow, ‘This isn’t over’

‘Pregnant man’ struggles with chores, derailed career a year after giving birth

Courtesy of C. Ward

Fatal Fall into Vat of Chocolate

2009-07-09T16:44:00.000-07:00

Fatal fall into vat of chocolate

A man has died after falling into a vat of melted chocolate in a New Jersey processing plant.

The accident happened on Wednesday as 29-year-old Vincent Smith, a temporary worker at the Cocoa Services plant, was loading chocolate into a vat where it is melted and mixed before being shipped elsewhere to be made into sweets.

A co-worker tried to shut off the machine and two others tried to pull Mr Smith out of the 8ft-deep vat. He was hit and fatally injured by the agitator that mixes the chocolate.

MJ Dead? Feels Awkward...

2009-06-26T18:27:00.000-07:00

He Wasn't Supposed to Die!

A London Daily Telegraph article gives a list of 100 facts about Michael Jackson. One fun fact: The fictional character he was trying to imitate with his continuous body modifications was Peter Pan.

Thinking about the way he's looked over the years, I think he had succeeded in doing that, and also in fulfilling to the most humanly possible degree his Peter Pan Syndrome. Becoming a wealthy artist made him capable of following his own fantasy, while simultaneously creating a mythology about himself all over the world — over which, by the way, he had much less control.

And myths never die.

The guy was in pretty good shape physically, despite general fallout from multiple bad cosmetic surgeries and pharmaceuticals to sustain such errors. Beyond the strange anime expression achievement, he looked nowhere near any other "normal" human 50-year-old male that I can think of. His nose eventually resembled the two-dimensional, upturned Disney character feature, and his eyes, facial shape and hair the stereotypical Japanese anime super-heroes: elegantly elongated, effeminate and seductive androgynous creatures, who always break everybody's heart and save everyone's day, even as underdogs. (They also typically have extreme round eyes and very white skin - both very un-Asian traits.)

His body stayed lithe and adolescent, regardless of substances employed to keep in that condition. In the same way, models who are under high pressure to maintain within the body type employ any available scientific and empirical methods to continue resembling the highly abstract and idealized form of that particular esthetic. It also doesn't have much of a basis in real life — hence its popularity: Nobody really looks like that, and to be born with some of those culturally idealized traits, or to be able to modify one's self into them creates the high-prized specialness of the Holy Freak.

In his world he achieved a level of perfection: matching the flawed human to the ideal. In the art milieu, several artists have worked with this concept, most notably Orlan: using cosmetic surgery on herself — and creating performance out of the actual surgeries — as a means to resemble her own esthetic ideals. This differs from Hollywood actors, or general public even, who undergo cosmetic procedures to visually fit the esthetics of the market, or of the current powerbase.
In this respect Jackson was the ultimate performance artist, making his body integral part of his world spectacle, and setting no limits on his private life in order to achieve this personal artistic vision most completely.

He actually was able to remain the eternal teenager, psychically as well as physically. That would be a guess confirmed somewhat by the level of friendships — or even relationships —with young boys he was able to maintain for a long time under wraps.There are two distinct popular schools of thought on this, after his latest scandal-riddled news revelations: one that he is Jackson, the reincarnation of the Archangel Michael (there really was a cult who believed that to be true) — the one who does good for all the children by spreading his message in world-wide unification through catchy music and dance, as he also once claimed; and the other that he is an evil clone of Jackson who took over and monstrously transformed him into an unintelligible, freakish child-molesting tycoon, who in his older years could no longer control himself privately nor publicly. In fact, the more he sought to embrace world causes relevant to children in order to more plainly demonstrate his heartfelt innocence, the more it registered as a strident media ploy to cover up plausibly unlawful activities. His wealth did not help him there. His predicament of dabbling in possibly the last taboo topic of our iconoclastic times —as well as one of the most understudied — did not beg positive media attention with a ten-foot-pole. When he was mentioned, it had to be with an automatic built-in attachment of condemning clause.

So, were these little boys — whose claims against Jackson made him the permanent defiler and scarrer of their innocence — truly the future victims of life-long PTSD and therefore unable to live a functional life because of their intoxicated sleepovers with some rich famous freak,or were they just lucky to have shared some kind of intimacy with one of the greatest pop music geniuses of our time in the weird way he knew how to be intimate?

Depends on which planet you're on.

This Week's Most Alarming Headlines

2009-06-11T00:32:00.000-07:00

Polar bear escapes Kansas zoo, dies of boredom

Hello Hentai toys a hit with Japanese teens: Is fad headed here?

Herpes superbug colonies thrive in motel pillows

Kiss and kill: Tubercular temptress terrorizes Toronto

Hurricanes fling millions of deadly pythons across Disney World

Morales rallies Bolivia in face of economic crisis: ‘We have what it takes to get through this’

Settlers rush to claim new Pacific trash islands

Investigators can’t make heads or tails of latest cattle mutilations

SF Crystal Queens take speed-talking trophy; Bakersfield Hash Slingers a close second

Susan Boyle in lesbian love triangle with Ibiza strippers

Five billion swine flu survivors look for someone to sue

Bravo’s ‘Suture Self’ offers beauty on a budget

In peace gesture, Muslim terrorists offer not to behead children

Fidel Castro elopes with Cher, will help market rejuvenation serum

Air France victims may have been eaten by underwater Nazis: Experts

Wendy’s says food almost 100% free of roach particles

Pentecostal messiah says anyone can get into heaven, but it’ll cost ya

Study finds almost all U.S. adults believe others to be deluded – and they’re right

‘Reality’ was coerced, say TV stars: Lawsuit claims producers threatened to expose true events

Doomsday bomb goes off too soon, destroys Philippines: ‘Sorry, it won’t happen again,’ cult leader promises

Courtesy of C. Ward

This Week's Most Alarming Headlines

2009-05-29T14:34:00.000-07:00

This Week’s Most Alarming Headlines

Nigerian banker appointed to head IMF

Astronauts on five-year Mars mission hit dangerous cloud of blue balls

Seeking street cred, Bush opens office in South Bronx

Genocide feared as Cambodian clans battle for doughnut customers

Drug war victims demonstrate in Sacramento; demand better drugs

Hysterical frenzy of terror and desperation sweeps city as cold front nears

Adopted Chinese girls receive KILL NOW signal

CIA reveals computer chips were implanted in children’s brains, won’t say when

Voodoo economics makes a comeback in Haiti

Carnival cruise attacked by jellyfish, sharks, pirates: ‘But at least there was no E. coli’

Cheney warns critics in media: ‘Don’t forget who’s running this country’

Meth cloud blankets Bakersfield after cops raid drug warehouse

Rash of levitating kids traced to LSD in candy bracelets

Porn star Anal Annie sues for age discrimination; wants to keep working until she’s 90

Mexican border violence spills over into Canada

N. Korean nuclear plant melts down, disappears into ground

Dozens of exotic new humanoids discovered near Chernobyl

Mexican officials furious over California cutbacks: ‘How are we supposed to educate our kids?’

Advanced apes seize control of secret research lab

Geraldo attempts to follow doomsday cult in trek across DMZ

Adderall superachievers announce plan to revise Bible, rule the universe

Price of stamps to increase hourly when no one’s looking

Courtesy of C. Ward

This Week's Most Hopeful Headlines

2009-05-19T01:27:00.000-07:00

Clean energy flows through grid, bringing hope to millions

Farms, flowers spring up in former slums

Young idealists swear, ‘This time, things will turn out differently’

Renewed oceans brimming with fish, birds

Airlift rescues Africa’s starving children

U.N. to rule Jerusalem as ‘international city,’ open to all

Welcomed by classmates, misfit teens lose interest in drugs

New graduates find fulfilling jobs, won’t have to grovel and sell their souls

Former hookers find love and happiness at community center

Hit man finds honest work, discovers joy in growing tomatoes

Billionaires emerge from guarded compounds, share their wealth

Touched by act of kindness, elderly recluse decides to venture out

L.A. residents breathe freely; skies clear and blue once more

Night skies sparkle over Nevada

As crime fades into memory, children enjoy parks alone

Religious leaders throw out ‘dumb old books,’ move on

Witch doctors declared extinct

Back from the brink, coral reefs a riot of color

International borders dissolve in new era of trust, cooperation

City limits redrawn in way that makes sense

Homes, food plentiful as population shrinks

Songbirds fill trees in abandoned prisons

Spring rains melt away humanity’s past horrors

Courtesy of C. Ward

This Week's Most Alarming Headlines

2009-05-15T19:54:00.000-07:00

Listening devices found in Chinese cellphones

Panicky swine flu patient runs into subway, touching every surface

Ratings leap as Fox News blames swine flu on illegal immigrants

Lots of tots getting shot in Watts

Home buyers invade Crown Heights; ad promised ‘urban oasis’

Madonna storms U.N. assembly, demands to be goodwill ambassador

Mysterious surge in ankelosing spondilitis worries local school officials

Cornficker worm spreading via pet doors

Achy joints? Could be flesh-eating disease

Satanic teens infiltrate Six Flags staff

Chinese spyware terrorizes Arizona retirement community

Pee-wee Herman to host ‘Celebrity Sex Crimes’ reality show

Splitting headache? Could be brain-eating zombies

Study shows people who ignore bad news are happier

Ignored by happy people, Africa’s refugees die abused and alone

New Age healers discover dozens of new ailments in Amazon

Mexican drug gangs impose metric system on U.S.

Research shows outdoor exercise doubles risk of violent death

Police powerless as mysterious beheadings continue

Wall Street panic ignites racist rape riots

Paid to remain quiet, Bush rakes in bounty in non-speaking fees

Menudo member exposed as 34-year-old midget

Courtesy of C. Ward

Get Your Divortion Here!

2009-05-13T21:58:00.000-07:00

My new line of business: pulverizing the constraints of forced and unplanned familyhood by providing both divorce and abortion at the same time - for a small fee, of course.

A family law buddy and my medical skills together as one for this convenient service can truly deliver salvation to the unfocused in a matter of minutes - okay, maybe a couple hours max.

Think of the new-found freedom for millions of oppressed and exploited damsels caught up in the avalanche that follows a few petty seconds of passion! Undo the chains of this miserable double-whammy that tends to sneak up on uncareful ladies in a blink of an eye.

This Week's Most Alarming Headlines

2009-04-14T19:30:00.000-07:00

Cyberspies found in Chinese drywall

As recession deepens, freelancers forced to fire themselves

Parents talk to their kids about drugs, get 20-year sentence

GOP leaders demand probe of ‘sexting’ teens

Exploding cellphone erases man’s memories; now he can’t find his keys

Porn star injured by giant penis: ‘I never saw it coming’

Online predators disguise themselves as cute animals

AG launches crackdown on ‘skanky’ amateur porn models

Madonna opens her own orphanage in Brazil

Gay fans confused by Madonna’s Maternity Girl clothing line

SF masochist gives up self-flagellation for Lent

Wal-Mart launches new chain of illicit drug supermarkets: Offers cartel leaders low-wage jobs

Feminist scholars embrace ‘power shopping’

Vegetarian porn site infuriates meat lovers

Amid economic turmoil, ‘Reassuring Delusions’ leaps to top of bestseller lists

Mormonic beliefs gain new followers in Muslim countries

Iranian diplomats admire guillotine on visit to French museum

USC screenwriters enjoy field trip to San Fernando Valley

Sanskrit scholars sell out, go to work in Bollywood musicals

Struggling students learn failure is, in fact, an option

Alien transmission decoded, but you don’t want to know what it says

Courtesy of C. Ward

Today I'm orbing on...

2009-02-28T17:37:00.000-08:00

People's grooming habits & youth fashions

Specific clothing signals which identifies them to a group of self-assessed peers.
Social class codes as signified in detailed accessories: shoes, clutches, purses, bags, backpacks, briefcases, designer messenger bags, computer bags, shopping bags.
Glasses, blings, rings.
Hairstyling. Makeup. Skin condition.
Hair.
Hair.

Women's shoes:
Amazing how many ladies wear the extreme pointy tipped stilettos. Always wonder how much paycheck is enough to wear those to a job.

Class issues about:
The falling off pants vs the tight beatle jeans for dudes with pointy bootlets
High heels, skirts, visibly uncomfortable bondage for everyday workwear vs comfy designer flats vs utility boots.
Fat vs thin and extra tight pegleg jeans.
Fashionable/tasteful fat chicks vs colorful/alternastyled character plumpettes.
College/student utiliwear, muted earth colors and beige, in expensive vintage-imitation 70s frocks kids vs personalitywear, vintage, unique and lowbrow arty.
Office workforce, dotcommer/student/eco-conscious vs. burner fringe semi-groomed.

Mostly, this boils down to my rant against the TASTEFUL. It's such a distasteful word. The end of creativity. Someone else's design to be hiding behind, such as in fashion - haute couture being the creative pitfall for anyone thinking they're arty.

Bleached hair. Artfag hair. Spiking.

In Tokyo all the young salarymen in identical trendy black suits - no tie! - pencil leg pants & pointy shoes, had spiked hair also. About 70% of them. Office guys.

Another Day, Another Dead 'un.

2009-01-31T16:15:00.000-08:00

The schedule varies from being completely uneventful - and the word dead just seems to describe it appropriately - to definitely jumping: bodies to go pick up from all wards at the same time, tissue disposal to do in the back (we'll talk about that one later), relatives and funeral homes calling, and bodies and gurneys to get shuffled around.

Today two bodies weren't logged into the holding area logbook, so no idea where they came from, but I did log them out. New MEAs and nurses sometimes don't know procedures with deceased clients, and there's lots of them these days.

Hospital policy for naming unknown cases (dead ppl who are unidentified) is to give them a random animal name, plus an emergency room code with numbers, until they're identified by coroner or family. They come in to me as Zebra, Antelope, Elephant, Deer, Penguin, Tiger, Lion etc.

Kind of bizarre getting these body bags with critter named tags. Not sure where the idea comes from, to call ppl with animal names, instead of just a number. I'll have to ask.

People wander lost in the hospital underground tunnels. Proof is in the wall hieroglyphics. They are utterly lonely, and sometimes all they can do, besides giving haphazard directions to somebody who might or might not pass the same spot, is answer back desperately to any sign of human communication in these dark labyrinthine dungeons.

2008-12-17T22:13:00.000-08:00

Never before have I felt like such a number.

I received my social security summary statement that says that when I'm 62 I will net over $1000 per month if I stop working.

$1000.

That may be enough for a nice dinner by that time I come of that age.

Amazing, how all the cool things I was going to do kind of evaporated.

Today

2008-11-23T23:30:00.000-08:00

I extracted a kitty cat brain.

It was a red tabby stray who bit someone in Bernal Heights and was given dead to animal control.

3 weeks ago I did a coyote. I've done two dog heads, a red terrier and a pit.

Animal control doesn't have their own autopsy facilities so they bring the heads to us, we take out the brain, examine it for rabies, and let them know.

We also get skunk, bat, rat, rabbit, squirrel heads and any urban mammal that bites somebody - then dies.

Newbie blahgger

2005-06-06T23:25:00.000-07:00

Never blogged before. It's... it's... exciting.