Weird new toy.

Alright, so whilst veggin on the couch, channel surfing the other day, I came across an advertisement for a slightly disturbing toy.

At first glance, you see this young boy playing with his dinosaur toys and having fun, and then one starts squirting water out of it's mouth. Oh how fun! A dinosaur/squirt gun! "Yipee!" the kids shout. "I love my spitting dinosaur!".

But I know the only reason that child is not screaming his lungs out and fleeing for dear life is that he is too young to have seen Jurassic Park.

The only reason the kid in the commercial is not rolled up in the fetal position on the floor covering his face with both hands is that he is too young to have been witness to the terror that can be found in Steven Speilberg's 1993 dino movie Jurassic Park.

And if you are not at least squirming uncomfortably in your seats as I describe this terrifying toy, I feel I need to remind you of a little something.

HELLOOOOO!!!!!

(click only if you have a spare pair of tidy whities handy, cuz your gonna need 'em!)

Alas, if only Dennis the Jurassic Park Menace had thought before heading to the Docks in that horrible weather. I don't care if he couldn't have gotten another boat for awhile, he should've planned his law breaking ahead of time and left earlier! This last minute slip up of Newman's caused him his job, his integrity, his life, and his dignity. He got taken down by what size dinosaur? Really?

I saw this movie at age 5. That part still scares the heck out of me! You all are lucky I was even able to find that clip for you! I still haven't watched the whole thing to see if it's ligit! I've watched, maybe, five seconds at each end.

Frickin' toy. That poor, ignorant child playing with it! If only he knew. . . if only he knew. . .

I can't help it. . .

. . . if I have a legit celeb crush on Dan Gurewitch. Especially after he actually responded (on Ustream) after I asked if he was single on the trending (for like, 20 minutes) twitter topic #pranked . (Watch Pranked!) Other than co-starring and co-writing in The CollegeHumor Show that ran for a short season on MTV earlier this year, and acting in Giancarlo Fiorentini's HIT MOVIE The Old Man and The Seymour he also acts, writes, and directs sketches for the collegehumor.com site.

And I do believe that this may be one of the most link-filled posts I've done, like, ever. I guess that's what I get for blogging about someone who works on the internet.

Upbeat Post

My big bro just texted me, and shared a hilarious story, and I thought I'd share it with you!

His text said "So theatre nerds just mobbed the crap out of me."

I texted back "Freak, man. For real?" ("freak was said because my phone can't spell "frick")

He texted "Yeah, there's a regional high school competition, so they're roaming the streets in hoards"

I texted him "I hope you are planning to elaborate"

Then he called me and explained that he was on his way to The Grind to get some hot chocolate, and when he walked in, a group of theatre students at a table looked at him. One of the students, a girl, said "That's him!!!" and they all rushed toward him.

My brother, of course, asked them what they were talking about.

Apparently, they said, they had a friend in the hospital with a broken knee.

At this point, he panicked, thinking that they were trying to blame him for the mishap.

But they went on to explain that she had one request before she went into surgery.

She said that the last thing she wanted to see before surgery, (in case she didn't make it through) was a hot guy with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Apparently, this describes my brother. I personally have no idea if he's hot or not, so I have to rely on outside sources, which confirm that he is a looker. All this means to me is that I have to help him beat off the crazies with a stick. But other than that, good for him.

So they took his picture, sent it to their hospitalized friend, thanked him and left.

My poor big brother. I hope he can learn to avoid situations like this in the future. I'm not out there at school with him (He's in Utah!) so therefore can't defend him from the evils of girls and theatre kids.

Watch out Bro! Keep an eye on those ladies! They're tricky!

Side Hobby

Okay, so maybe you've seen and maybe you haven't the new show on ABC called "Castle". I'll admit, I've never seen it. But that doesn't mean I'm not going anywhere with this. One of the main characters (if not the main character- again, never seen it) in this show is played by a man who goes by the name of Nathan Fillion.


Now, this guy is hilarious. He really is. You've probably had a taste of it if you've seen even an advert for "Castle".


I found out who he was through this fun little internet movie called "Dr. Horrible's Internet Blog". If you haven't seen it, don't worry, you can check it out on Hulu.com anytime for free. I personally have bought the DVD and gotten a digital copy for my Zune.


Neil Patrick Harris is also in it. You know, "Doogie Howser, MD" (also on Hulu) or the guy from "How I Met Your Mother". He's a pretty funny guy. Also an amazing singer.


The show follows amateur super-villin Dr. Horrible (he has a PhD in "horribleness") who is trying to get into the Evil League of Evil by committing different crimes. He is thwarted again and again by his nemesis, Captain Hammer.


My big sister knows Nathan Fillion well. He starred in a sci-fi series called "Firefly" which, despite only lasting for a single season, was so popular it lead to a feature film: "Serenity". This came from both the cult-like fanbase and their demand for more and the sheer volume of DVD sales. Both series and movie were directed by Joss Whedon. He'd done alot of things before, and I think some of the fans of "Firefly" were rollover fans from his previous series "Buffy the Vampire Slayer".

Another little "Branch" of this complicated tree is the internet series "The Guild". This series was sort of an inspiration for Whedon's "Dr. Horrible" movie, and stars the beautiful and talented writer and producer of the series- Felicia Day. She was cast as Neil Patrick Harris' crush in the "Dr. Horrible" movie, and has one heck of a voice.

Let's change over to a different subject for a minute. Y'know how iceburgs are, right? Take a look at this generic picture to get the gist of things.

If you've ever taken a psychology class, any professor will tell you that the mind, like an iceberg, is deeper below the surface.

I think the same concept applies to this subject. I saw some fanart from a guy named Jeffrey Cruz over on Deviantart.com and decided to check out "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog". As soon as I saw it, I was a fan of the movie and wanted to know more about the actors in it.

So I checked out a few episodes of "Doogie Howser, MD" on hulu. I watched out "The Guild" on youtube. I didn't mean to get this far down in the iceburg, but it just happened.

How glad I would be to be able to go back to just being a "Tip of the Iceberg" gal. But no, I am officially weirder for having gone down this far.

But at least I can say that I'm not as obsessive as alot of other people. Like I said before, I've never seen a single episode of "Castle", and I haven't watched Whedon's newest series "Dollhouse". I'll admit I've seen one episode of "Firefly" and have experienced the cinematic followup, but I've not seen the whole season. Nor have I ever gotten so into Whedon's "Buffy" or "Angel" as to watch more than an episode or two.

So maybe there's hope for me yet. . . please?

How I waste my time-

Here's another special "skill" of mine.

Thinking about how some people could possibly know other people. Just listen to what I'm saying, alright? It won't make sense and I'm not promising it'll be completely sensible, but check this out.

By the way, this is another one of my special skills.

I am friends with Dr. Val, right?

Well, at least, I certainly hope so!

And Dr. Val did an interview with Phylicia Rashad about peripheral artery disease back in September, right?

And it seems like the interview was a pretty good one! So it's safe to say that they could be considered friends, right?

Now, assuming that I'm correct so far, let's now go to The Cosby Show. In which Mrs. Rashad starred alongside Bill Cosby and Malcolm-Jamal Warner. So it's probably safe to assume that Mrs. Rashad is still quite good friends with those men she shared the stage with for so long, yeah?

We're going to assume I'm right.

So Malcolm-Jamal Warner recently filmed in a movie with Matthew McConaughey and Kate Hudson called Fool's Gold.

I think it's safe to assume at this point that they're all good friends from spending so much time together during filming, right?

Now, going from there:

Matthew McConaughey just recently finished filming his newest movie Ghosts of Girlfriends Past which also features Breckin Meyer.

Breckin Meyer guest starred on an episode of House, MD back in 2008. Alongside both Hugh Laurie and Robert Sean Leonard.

Robert Sean Leonard starred alongside Robin Williams back in 1989's Dead Poet's Society.

One of my favorite movies with Robin Williams is Hook. In which he stars as Peter Pan across from Dustin Hoffman's Hook and Julia Roberts' Tinker Bell.

Julia Roberts was spectacular in her performance in Stepmom alongside Susan Sarandon.

And finally, Susan Sarandon starred in 2008's spectacular musical sensation Enchanted with Patrick Dempsey.

So if we assume that everyone is friends with everyone they meet at least once, that means that I AM FRIENDS WITH Dr. Val who is friends with Phylicia who is friends with Malcolm-Jamal Warner who is friends with Matthew McConaughey who is friends with Brekin Meyer who is friends with Robert Sean Leonard who is friends with Robin Williams who is friends with Julia Roberts who is friends with Susan Sarandon who is friends with PATRICK DEMPSEY!!

As you can see, it's very exciting.

Cuz Brandi Chastain says so.

Which reminds me. Not only are there only 12 days until my birthday, but there are only 419 days until the 2010 Fifa World Cup in South Africa!!!! Wooo-hooo!! Start picking your teams and checking their groups! I think Romania has a very good chance this year! They were so close to the semi-finals in Euro '08 last year! But I still love Italy and Spain from Fifa '06!

Anyway, that's all from me. I hope you weren't too weirded out by my crazy movie association game. But I do it all the time. I just thought I'd share this one with you. I spent a good five minutes figuring it all out. And be sure to keep in mind that Fifa '10 Cup is coming up! And that my birthday is coming up sooner. I'll be 22 by the time the Cup rolls around, how weird is that?

But alas, it is time to finish up this blog post!

Farewell all!

Adios!

La revedere!

Fans

I have no fans.

And before you start thinking I'm emo or something, let me explain.

What I mean by fans is hard to explain. Part of it comes from the site "friend or follow". I've been checking it for awhile. And I kind of hate seeing people who I'm following but aren't following me back.

I mean, in some cases, it's fine. I'm following around 4 romanian twitterers, because I am in the process of learning the language. Eu stiu putini, dar nu vorbesc foarte bine. I'm working on it. Anyway, as a step in learning it, I follow these 4 romanian twitterers to measure how much I know, and compare it to how they type. It's helped alot so far with understanding spelling and, since alot of their tweets are in the first person, helped with understanding the grammar a little as well. I don't care if they're following me back. I really don't. I'd feel guilty if they followed me just because I followed them.

And I also hate seeing the number of people who are following me but I'm not following them back. Because I don't know how many people are empty followers, or how many are spam, or how many are just trying to get followers of their own. I don't count these people as fans because I have no interaction with them. I never hear from them, I never communicate with them, and I am pretty sure alot of them don't care. But I can't speak for every single one.

Now, I found friend or follow through a friend, and since it's one of those sites where you can pretty much put in any username and review their stats, I checked out a few other twits' fans friends and following lists.

See- some people I don't mind if they follow me or not. I really don't. But when I consider someone a friend and follow them on twitter, and they don't feel the same way and don't follow me on twitter, I feel bad. Especially if it's someone with, say, 420 followers (don't bother checking, it's no one who actually reads this blog, I'm sure) who only follow 58 people, and one of those people isn't me. Sure, the person responds to my "@replies", but since they don't follow me, they respond through direct messages. And even then, only if I'm "lucky" enough for them to even notice I've repied to a tweet in the first place.

This sort of thing is something I've come to sort of despise. It feels like hero-worship. As if I am just a lowly fan, and they don't realize that respect is a two-way street. I respect people, I really do. I respect alot of people, but when it gets to the point where I'm the only one showing any respect in a "friendship", I kind of lose the respect I feel for the person.

Now, I hope hope hope that I have no one like that. No one that I've snubbed because of a "I'm better than you" complex that shouldn't exist. If you feel I'm ignoring you unjustly, let me know! I know how it feels. I definetly hope I have no "fans" and hope to death that I only ever have friends.

(I have since stopped following the person on twitter, because I felt like a number, not a friend. Though I still read their blog, I don't know how to handle the situation. One of the last times I've commented, I was made fun of by a fellow commenter and the blogger's indifference has discouraged my willingness to keep up with them at all, but I'm hanging in there to see what happens. I always thought I was more than "just a fan" and more like friend to this person, but we'll see. I'm beginning to lose interest.)

Wellsphere

Alright, so you all remember my post about the company that was trying to get my content on their site? If not, refresh your memories here.

I politely declined their invitation. Hee hee.

But the aforementioned company was a place called Wellsphere.

Well, as I mentioned in that post, alot of other medical bloggers had been contacted about also allowing their content to be on the site.

But the catch was, if you offered to put your posts on the site, they became the intellectual property of Wellsphere.

This catch was written in small print in the Terms and Conditions page. And everyone knows that rarely anyone reads the Terms and Conditions when signing up for things. I know I don't alot of times.

But since then, I've started to!

So Wellsphere and it's content provided by over 1,500 bloggers has recently been sold to Health Central Network.

Which means all of it's intellectual property is now HCN's intellctual property. And they got money for it.

None of the bloggers who contributed to the site saw as much as a penny.

Fair? I think not. After you've checked my blog post and the two at the bottom, feel free to spread the word. Also- make sure to check out Dr. Anonymous' BlogtalkRadio show tonight! We'll be discussing Wellsphere and it's diabolical plans!
For further reading, see these blog posts. Written by very smart women who put it much more eloquently than I ever could.
Dr. Val sums this situation up very nicely here.

Helen Jaques provides an amazing take on all of this.

My first (kinda) Video Post. . .

. . . In which I make a fool of myself.

Ummm. . . alright, so. . . . . . . . .

I was bored. . . it was late. . . my camera was, like, right there waiting to be used. . .

Sooooooooo. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . yeah.

I pretty much started off by saying hi and about two seconds into it, I thought that I was starting off my video the way that Doc A usually does. So I got a little carried away pretending to be everyone's favorite medblogger/podcaster. But it was fun. You have no idea how hard it was keeping a straight face.

Also- sorry but it's kinda sideways. I would've fixed it, but I honestly didn't want to spend that much time on it. I'm lazy. (Ask my mom- she'll tell ya all about it.)

So learn to deal. And just so you don't have to look sideways to see me right side up, I'll even put up a picture!

Awesome Hat was made by my friend Lisa's Mom! Thanks Lisa's Mom!! How awesome! I love it and I'll probably be wearing it nonstop for a while. I love it!

Awesome Polka-Dot Long Johns were bought for me by momma

Awesome Pink Tank-top was bought by me from some store down in Myrtle Beach this summer.

The vid is kinda dark, so I don't know if you'll be able to see that well. It was lighter on my camera . . .

Don't forget to check out the REAL Doc A show! Show number 67 this Thursday, January 15th, at 9pm Eastern time! It's gonna be gooood!

Baseball

My story starts early last Thursday. Well, not really early, but early on in Philosophy class. And this is just a small subsection of a big story I have to tell you that spans over a whole week, but only covers three of those days. It'll make sense later.

So, you may have heard, if you follow me on Twitter, that I am not particularly fond of my Philosophy class. The teacher is not very nice, the constant questions are confusing and the whole "which philosopher generated which theory" thing absolutely confounds me. I have no clue who said any of the things I hear in class. I have no textbook, only a novel with occasional side notes crediting quotes and theories to their philosophers in a small paragraph or even one line sentence.

Oh yeah, and it also reminds me of that one day I threw up in class, but we won't go there today.

No, today we are taking a trip that many a student has taken before. The trip down the familiar "This teacher has a personal vendetta against me!" road.

Let's begin, shall we?

So yeah, as I was saying. Last Thursday. I was in Philosophy class as you may or may not have already guessed, and the teacher was introducing the subject of discussion. In my constant stupor of thought that possesses me the moment I enter the room, I was confused before he finished his first sentence.

What do confused students do? Naturally, they raise their hands to ask a question or make a comment in an often futile attempt to become un-confused.

So I raised my hand.

Usually, when this happens, I get positive feedback from teachers. I get a kind answer and a patient explanation of whatever confusing thing I am asking about. Sometimes the response is humorous and says "don't worry, it doesn't make a lot of sense to me either" and sometimes it says "don't worry, you'll get it in a while" or maybe even "that was a really thoughtful question, I'm glad you asked!!".

What I got this time, word for word started with "Put your hand down!! I haven't asked any questions yet!!"

That surprised me, but I went on to answer that I didn't want to answer any questions, and that I had a question of my own.

The teacher faces the class and laughingly tells them something to the effect of "this girl is so funny! I haven't even opened the discussion and she's already anxious to participate! She is just so excited about this class, it kills me! It's so funny because she loves this class so much!"

He was laughing, and I wasn't. He was trying to dismiss me as just another one of those students who is vying for their daily amount of "participation" extra credit. I wasn't one of those students.

Now for a little sidenote. Those of you who know me know that I have a hard time lying. And sometimes, I am even blunt or brutally honest about what is on my mind. Trust me, this is one of those times that bluntness was needed.

I quickly corrected him, telling him "Oh, no, no, no, no, no. No. I hate this class. I'm just confused"

The rest of the class laughed. I did not. (Neither did the teacher if you are curious)

I thought then that he might've been mad at me.

I might be right.

Last Tuesday, the teacher condemned a student for wearing a Boston Red Sox hat. The student quickly tried to make up for this by insiting that he didn't like the Red Sox, and was only wearing the hat for the colors. The team he is really a fan of is the New York Yankees. Really.

Did that work? No. Apparently, the teacher is a fan of the White Sox. He then goes on to warn against claiming support for either the Red Sox or the Yankees. He says that either team is ridiculous and that, while we have a free pass today because of our ignorance, he will not be so lenient in the future.

Of course, he was playing around. The other students were laughing, I was laughing, and even the teacher thought that he was hilarious. I don't know enough about baseball to be a fan of any team, so I decided to comment that I was a fan of "all baseball teams".

I started it out with "I'm a fan of the Yankees and the Red Sox!". I was about to go on to say that I liked ALL the baseball teams! After all, they must be talented to make it into the pros and being that skilled means training, endurance, hard work. . all admirable qualities.

But before I had the chance to tell him anything about my widespread respect for all teams in baseball, he interrupted me.

"You are about to leave this class." and this time, he wasn't kidding. He took my remark as a smart mouth thing to say. This was unfortunate for me.

Thus began the verbal onslaught of threats. "If you want to review with us this class for the test next Tuesday, you need to just shut your mouth." or "If you want to stay in this class with us, you will not mention either the Red Sox or the Yankees again the rest of the period" and then there was the "there is a difference between 'joking around' like we've been doing - ha ha haaa -and being rude to the teacher like you just were"

Needless to say, I was ignored for the rest of the day (which was bad because he wanted everyone to tell him what to review, and I had alot I wanted to review) and everytime I raised my hand, either the subject was quickly changed or he just ignored me until I put it down and he called on someone else.

Thus the whole "personal vendetta" theory.

So today in class, we took a test. I studied very hard for this one, and will be surprised if I get any lower than an 80% on it.

You should've seen the look on his face this afternoon when I looked him straight in the eyes while wearing my dad's New York Yankees cap and left after finishing my test.

The Birthplace of Spam?

No, sillies, I'm not talking about that processed ham substitute that they shove into cans so that the un-healthily minded can scoop it out of said can and shove it into their mouths.

No. I'm talking about the type of spam that afflicts anyone with any sort of access to the internet. The type of spam we come across on websites, in our e-mail inboxes, and even in the comments we get on our blogs!

It gets annoying to find your inbox filled to the brim with advertisements, insincere offers of free gifts, and even promises of monetary gain!

But where does it all come from? Who actually has time in their life to write a letter asking for people's names, address, telephone numbers, etc?? Who had the time to sit down and write the letter I received today detailing the gruesome recent demise of an African billionaire who- oops!- doesn't have anyone to give his billions upon billions of dollars to after his tragic death on the top of a mountain in some far away land??

My theory? It comes from the land of geeks. Every corner of whatever online role playing game floats your boat hold a spammer. Every single online game that you come across where there are people pretending to be mystical creatures surrounded by horrible graphics and poor plotlines is an opportunity for a spammer to be born.

These people obviously have no life, right? They've been unemployed and living in their mother's basement since they were 15 or so and, even though they are in their mid-30's now, the only thing that has changed in the last few decades is that they went from playing Dungeons and Dragons with their buddies in person to playing World of Warcraft with their buddies that they never see, and never really talk to except on the game to trade armor, or swords or whatever the heck you trade on there.

Anyway, on with my theory. Since these people have no contact with the outside world except when they occasionally go out to an important family event, they obviously have to do something when their computer/internet goes through some lag-time, or while their computer -gasp- loses power. So that's when they put together their plans. That is when they compose their outlandish stories and etc. to fill the gap left behind by the absence of internet.

The other theory I have is of the Door to Door salesman. Haven't you all noticed that you never see door to door salesmen anymore? Why is that? Did they die out? Are they extinct? Did a meteor land on their "door to door salesman" convention in the middle of their annual get together? No, my friends, they have gone to the internet. The same annoying little distraction from your otherwise normal day is certainly unwelcome, but do they care? Of course not! They go about their business of having doors slammed in their face (without the physical door!) and being virtually ignored by not only stay at home moms and housewives, but also by their friends and family and anyone who has access to a computer!

Sorry door to door salesmen, but the gig is up, and the sad thing is? This online spamming thing is even worse for your wellbeing than before.

Not that all people who play online games or go door to door selling things are bad. I'm sure they're lovely people who are, at least, beautiful on the inside! I know some completely wonderful people who are not in any way awkward, socially challenged, pimply, nerdy or anything close! In fact, there are some people who play these games that are perfectly normal people who may or may not spend an insane amount of time online, and also find time to live a life. I'm not trying to diss them at all. And going door to door selling things can be a very respectable source of income if you do it the right way! I have nothing against most of them.

No, the problem I have is with the spammers. The people who waste other people's time (not to mention their own as well) with meaningless messages, e-mails, pop ups, advertisements, etc. The people who have nothing better to do than to sit at home on their computer and bother other people who just want to go about their business in peace.

Also- everyone deletes spam. Everyone closes pop-ups. If their is any worse way to advertise something, it's by using popups and spam. So thanks for that offer of 3.2 million dollars if I wire you money to escape from some country I've never heard of. I'll deeeeeply consider that offer. I'm already halfway to the nearest bank to transfer it into your account right now. Really. Keep e-mailing me. It'll get you something. Be persistant, PLEASE! And maybe you can share your boundless wealth and (no joke) "2 boxes of treasure" with me. R-E-A-L-L-Y.

Look what I can do!

Hahaha, I can tie a tie.

I found out that I know how to! Big Brother, a few weeks back, gave me a crash course one afternoon during a commercial break from whatever hilarious show was on, on tying ties! I had one of dad's old ones lying around, and so Big Brother showed me how a tie is tied.

After a few tries, I got it right, and I've been trying not to forget! I mean, what good is it knowing if you are then going to go and forget it by not practicing??

So tonight, after the Doc. A. show, during the Ustream afterparty, there are too many commas in this sentance.

Let's try that again.

During the Ustream afterparty tonight, I found a tie on the computer table! It was one of Big Brother's that he left around after church or something. My thought process procedes as such:

Lookit how pretty it is! But wait, uh oh! I think I forgot how to tie a tie! Aww, man! Does anyone in the chatroom know, and is willing to walk me through it?

Apparently, all that the chatroom can do is tell me to search wikipedia or youtube. Psh! Like I'm gonna do that just for learning how to tie a tie!

I'm sure I can remember if I just try. . .

So I try.

This is, I think, Big Bro's favorite tie. It's his Donald Trump tie. Now, I had no clue th

at The Donald put out a line of ties before Big Bro came home from his mission with one.

But lookit how shiney and fancy it is! I definetly liked messing with it and trying to remember how to tie it! So fun!

And dang I'm glad that Big Bro didn't catch me messing with his tie. He's very particular about his ties. Luckily, he won't find out unless he reads my blog! Hee hee, sneaky.

A few minutes of trying and failing to produce a smooth knot, and finally I figure it out! I had to do it a few times more before the knot looked even remotely like what a tied tie should look like. But I finally got it. And that's my little success of the week!

(That black stuff under my eyes is paint. I was fingerpainting before the show. There's proof for all of you doubters! I guess technically, I was supposed to keep the paint on the paper, but I decided to have a little bit of fun with it.)

My (unofficial) Theme Song

I think everyone needs a theme song. I really do. I'm a firm believer in the "soundtrack of life". Everyone has different songs on theirs, and everyone has all kinds of different genres of music representing them.

I found my theme song today. The one that I hear and say: That's me!

Now, I know you all probably think that that's pretty weird. Well it's about to get weirder.

Why?

Because I actually like to pretend that that song really was made just for me! I mean, come on! My name is in it! You'll be convinced it's made for me when you hear it as well.

The guy who sings this song is Marius Nedelcu. He was in my favorite Romanian boy band Akcent. Now he's out on his own. Some of you might remember my post about him leaving to make his own solo album.

And I like to pretend that THAT POST is the reason that he wrote me this song. Logical, right?



And now that you are all thoroughly weirded out by my wild imagination, let me tell you that I know I watch too many movies. I watch too many chick flicks. I daydream way too much. But I enjoy myself while doing it!

Edit: Someone finally uploaded it onto Youtube, so I just embedded the video to save you some trouble.

(Un)-Official Medi-Medi-Mary Theme Song: "Doctor Mary" by Marius Nedelcu

Some people. . .

Are just ridiculous.

[WARNING: This is a side of me you really only see if you live with me. This is a side of me I let out when I see something ridiculous in the world that just isn't right. If you want to continue seeing me as the happy-go-lucky young woman that I usually am, please don't read any further.]

Other warning: I get sidetracked for a minute in the middle, I just realized. So I've marked that bit so that you can see where I got distracted from the story. It is an on-topic rant, but I tend to get wordy and long winded on these sorts of things.

I watched this on youtube.com this morning. It's a few weeks old, but that doesn't change the fact that it is just plain sad.

Let me give you the low-down before you actually watch it, though. Apparently, this man had accidentally hit a small girl with his car. Accidentally. He didn't drive away, which says to me that this is neither a hit and run nor a malicious act of violence. Instead, he got out of his car to see to the little girl and maybe to get someone to help.

That is a pretty sad story.

But wait- that's not all. That isn't the really sad part. That's coming up.

The little girl's family was having a get together of some kind (this is what I've gathered, at least, from the story) and there just happened to be alot of people there who saw what happened.

These people, for whatever reason, decided that they'd attack this man. In mob-form. These people actually formed a mob and attacked this man who accidentally hit a toddler with his car.

BEGINNING OF SIDETRACKED RANT- - -

Where would the toddler be if they had been responsible grown ups? It wouldn't have been playing in the street at that time of night, that's for sure. My guess is that "this-get" together involved alcohol.

There is a growing trend that I've noticed as of late. Instead of people waiting until their children are asleep to invite friends over for a few drinks, they let the kids stay up! I've seen them in my cul-du-sac, their lawn chairs out, in the middle of the night with their kids running around in the street while they drink the night away.

I've seen them around town in their driveways, keeping their kids up until one in the morning because they didn't feel like putting them to bed. Or maybe it's because they thought that that would make them the "cool parents", I don't know. But I know one thing, it's irresponsible. Get your kids to bed at a decent hour, will you? And stop drinking alcohol in front of them, it'll give them the opportunity to sneak one of your cups and try your "mommy and daddy drink".

- - - END OF SIDETRACKED RANT

Anyway, on with the story. These terribly irresponsible parents and their friends went after the man, and started beating him. The man saw a firetruck that had come to help, and ran to the protection of the firefighters. Once safely inside the truck, the man was in no more danger. However, the firefighters who went to help the little girl were not spared by the mob. Yes, that's right. These people- these ADULT people- started beating up a fireman who had come to save a girl that had been hit by a car.

That is the really sad part, by the way.

Luckily, the girl is now in a hospital, being taken care of. No thanks to these ridiculous people. The firefighter needs surgery, and the man who accidentally ran her over is too scared of the mob to come forth and identify his attackers.

The End

Now, what I'd like to know is- how in the world can they get off that easy?? They need to feel as stupid as they acted. They need to be sat down, and be shown exactly how ridiculous they were. They should be ashamed of themselves and their actions.

"Look at this man, Mr Mob guy. Do you see what you did? Do you see the harm you have caused him?? Do you realize, do you, that you have just beaten up two innocent men? Wonderful vigilante work, really, ganging up on a defenseless man who is a victim of circumstance, and a fireman trying to help your little friend. Bravo. How proud of yourself are you, really? Do you want a medal for your bravery? How about a parade in your honor? Oh, and next time you try to teach your kids that violence isn't the answer, please don't think yourself a hippocrite, no. Think of yourself as a weak minded idiot who fell victim to a mob mentality situation. Two thumbs up, really."

Something like that. To each individual who participated in that mob. There is no reason they shouldn't be charged with assault and battery, either. Why can't the firefighter identify them instead? Is he scared as well?



Sorry for those of you who didn't realize I had it in me. But some things just make me angry. Ignorant people who should know better are at the top of the list.

HEY DOC A!!!

Yup, that is a clearly photoshopped Picture of me and Doctor A!! Hahahaha Can't you tell we're best buddies?? LOL!!!! This brilliant idea came to me at the dance party when dr a had the balloon guy right behind him in such a way that it looked like he was wearing the balloon guy's hat. I'm pretty sure this is something that Scanman will especially enjoy.


So here's me and the Doc hangin out at the apple store!!!! 8D hahahahahahahahaha.

putting on the "weirdoes" tag because I clearly need help.

Counting to Infinity

I dare you to watch this. I double dare you. This is an hour long video of someone attempting to count to infinity. I'm watching it right now, and I'm determined to watch the whole thing. Oh my gosh, he just skipped from 1,278 to 1,269! He lost track and went backwards! Awww, poor guy. But he's doing it! It's way hard to count along, because he keeps messing up and so do I. Holy cow he almost did it again. We'll get to a number like 1,359 and forget what's next for a minute, and then have to think about it until we come up with 1,360. It happens alot at the "9"s. We're at 1,380, and he's starting to say three thousand instead of one thousand. Poor guy getting messed up. This is intense.

I don't know if I can sit through this whole thing. Bahaha, he just said 1,430 really funny. Thir-deee.

He said that the thousand four hundreds weren't that bad, but they were kind of difficult.

He stopped and told me to comment with a certain phrase if I was watching at that moment. What a smart idea! Good way to weed out the weaklings. . . or those with something to do on a Friday night.



Holy cow, I did it. I made it though the whole video. 61:46. An hour, one minute, adn 46 seconds, and we made it to 1,999, infinity. I feel . . . acomplished. Somehow, and like I just wasted an hour of my life counting to 2,000 with some guy.

How Exciting!

Ohhh, my goodness, it happened again! This time it was the smart and beautiful Dr. Val who commented! It must be my lucky week or something! I came to post something - anything new, and lo and behold, there were four comments on my last post! And luckily for me, this time, one of them was Dr. Val's! Thank you so much for stopping by!

And for an unexpected surprise, Momma stopped by to comment for the first time! She's commented in real life plenty of times, but this is the first recorded instance of her commenting, in text, to the happenings on my blog. Another pleasant surprise indeed! She's going up on my list!

Now that mother's day is come and (almost) gone, I can tell what I got for my own mother. I was very happy to have had plenty of money with which to buy her something nicer than usual this year. I usually am the one who is more connected to what my momma needs, and this year proved no exception to the rule. I got her the first season of her new favorite show, NCIS. And I also was able to nab a pack of her favorite candy bar Take 5.

Now, let me assure you that it might not seem like NCIS is a big deal. It isn't to me. But let me illustrate, through my very own "based on a real story" tale, how big of a deal it actually is that I got this for my mother.

Last month, my car (being under the weather due to me driving into a ditch some months ago) was to be dropped off at "Troy's" (This is the mechanic's name, seeing as I can never, for the life of me remember what his company is called.).

So I dropped my car off at "Troy's" and called my mother inquiring when she would arrive to take me back home. She said that she'd be there in a half hour. I had no clue why it'd take that long, seeing as "Troy's" is only 8-9 minutes from our house. I told her there was no way I was hanging around the mechanic's waiting for a half hour. She told me to walk somewhere, then. After a few more minutes of this, it was decided that I would walk down the street to a local Target's. So I agreed, and started walking. It wasn't too far, I could see it from "Troy's", so I didn't expect any trouble.

About halfway there, a car on the opposite side of the road honks. I look to see who it is, and I see a hand waving at me from the driver's window. Now, this car looks like a car of a man I know from church who is a pretty nice guy. So I wave back, assuming that it is him, and I keep walking. I reach the parking lot of the store, and I'm about 10 yards from the doors, when I hear another honk. I keep walking, but out of the corner of my eye, I see the same red car. I stop and turn to say hello to my friend, and the car slows. All of the sudden, a man who looks like a mix between Jed Clampett and Blake Clark (when he was in Joe Dirt, not Boy Meets World). The conversation proceeds thusly:

Him: Hey! (this was said in a very very very deep southern accent)

Me: Ummm. . hi.

Him: Gol' Durn, I turned around to see if you

needed a ride, but you walk too darn fast!

(I would've been walking faster if I had

known that you were coming)

Me: Oh, really? (nervous laughter)

Him: Well, I'll see you later!

(I really really hope not!)

Me: Well okay, then!

He then drives off, and I make a mad dash for the door, just in case he decides to park and come after me with a shotgun or knife or something. Once inside, I call my mother, and tell her what happened. I ask again when she's coming ( I had expected that she would've said "I'm coming right now!!" or something to that effect) and she responds with:

"As soon as I finish this episode of NCIS"

So yeah. There's a little insight for you so that you can understand what a big deal it is for me to actually buy my mom a whole season of reasons to leave me hanging again sometime in the future. I guess it's just because I love her so darn much. Happy Mother's Day, Momma. Thanks for putting up with me.

Just a side note- My mother hates it when I tell this story.

Bad Semester and Crazy People.

I got Amazing grades on my Medical Terminology and Anatomy and Physiology classes. I failed both biology 102 and math 110. I just dropped the ball I guess. I'm going to have to do better next time. For biology, nothing clicked unless I compared it to human stuff. Which was great when we were in the Animal Section, but my teacher was a crazy plant lady and only focused on the animal diversity for about two and a half weeks.

Anyway, I'm ticked off about it. But on the positive side, the unofficial transcript tells me I made a D in bio 102. I'm not sure it means it, and I know I don't deserve it, but I'm fine with getting it!

SCARY STORY TIME!!!!!!

Okay, so I have a neighbor about two houses down (which, in cul-de-sac terms means right across the street from me!!!) who I've suspected of being a CIA Agent for the longest time. I went to a birthday party friday night (had my own on saturday night, but I'll leave that until after the spooky story) for a friend who was turning 40. The theme was 80's and I had no idea until I showed up. So, resorceful person that I am, I took my pony tail out and put it back in on the side of my head!

( Soooo 80's, right?) And tied myself a headband like those ones that "rocker" guys always used to wear in the 80's. Mack on Saturday's Warrior comes to my mind when I wear it like that. Anyway, so there I was, coming home from the party at 11:00 at night, right? And my neighbors are having one of their "public intoxication/keep the kids up all night" parties that they love so much. So I pull up, and CIA Neighbor comes right up to my car door and waits for me to get out.

I'm freaking out, because he's probably drunk and he's in the CIA. So I open the door and throw a very polite yet airy "hey!" his way. He puts on his "I work for the government, so I am in charge" hat on, and asks:

"So, y'think you're going a little fast this evening?".

Why no, officer, do you think you've been being a little bald this evening?

"I was going the speed limit."

"No you weren't! We all saw you pulling in here!"

Yes, but you have all been drinking and keeping your kids up too late as well.

Seems like your judgement skills are impared.

"25 is the speed limit in the neighborhood, right? I was going 25"

"Ummm, no you weren't."

Ah, taking the comeback quality back to high school? Don't mind if I do!

Here, I sigh heavily and roll my eyes, and go "pshhhh" so fast, you'd think I'd have just let the air out of someone's tires.

"Oh, oh! You can go ahead and roll your eyes, miss- WHO ARE YOU ANYWAY??"

I really was going to answer, really. But he's too fast.

"D-d-d-d-d'you even l-live here??!!?!" In pops Haley Joel Osment to throw around a few smart aleck remarks "St-st-stuttering St-stanley!" and maybe a touch of Adam Sandler "T-t-today, Junior!"

Nah, I actually live in the house behind this one, I'm just passing through

so that I won't have to go all the way around.

"Yes, I do." lame, I know, but lame questions deserve lame answers.

"Well good! Because I'm going to talk to your parents in the morning!"

If you can even remember, oh, and

good luck getting past that hangover!

"Alright, fine!"

Here, I'd like to note that he never actually came over. Maybe he forgot, maybe he had to go kill somebody, and maybe he realized that he sounded like a retard, but whatever the reason, he never showed. Sounds like we have one playground bully that can't follow through with threats. If he wants to meet at the flagpole after school, I expect him to be at that flagpole after school! None of that "I hear my mom calling, your off the leash" junk! No! I wanna see some follow-through, not some wimp-out!

Anyway, so I've decided that next time, I won't even get out of the car. I'll stay there all night if I have to. Let him stand there all night, I have a place to sleep. I've slept in that car before, I can do it again. It's a matter of will. But chances are, he'll get frustrated and leave after about ten minutes. Either to go home or to talk to my parents no matter what time of night it is, I dunno. But I'm never opening the car door again when there's a strange, bald, scary looking drunk standing there. I'll call someone from inside the car to come help or I'll drive somewhere else and stay the night there.