booyah!

I am presently at the library, re-reactivating my virtual dissectible dude. It's a sweet program -- basically like the old-style antomy books with plate upon plate of plastic sheets you can peel back and look deeper -- except it periodically and spontaneously stops working. Then I email the pleasant-enough support guys, who send me a new activation key... and I wait a day or three until I can be on the Web with my laptop.

So I'm set up among the reference materials and periodicals. It's like 55 degrees here for no reason, and it's awesome, except this friggin wasp flies over to me and alights on the screen. Not cool. I brush it gently away with the envelope from the CD-ROM, without thinking back to the sting I got ON THE HAND when I caught one and tried to release it out the porch door last fall.

And it buzzes lazily over to my head.

Screw it. As of now, it's on. I am totally President Dubya now; maybe I started it, who can say, it was so long ago and anyway that's your opinion -- but the wasp reacted predictably with something that might have been defensiveness. Except I'm not like the Prez, because I killed the wasp swiftly and well. It landed on top of a road atlas; I moved the atlas to the floor, then dropped something subtitled 'the National Geographic Atlas of Ancient Places' on top. With a newspaper protecting the book, because I'm not a barbarian.

In other news, is anyone still reading this thing? Or have I completely reverted to "this is a good place to put stuff I'll need later" mode?

No, really...

...I will post a review of "Candy Girl." Sometime. Another way I practice writing skill is to attempt media criticism (and as the book will attest, media criticism can get some people hot). So I have some organized thoughts. Right now, it's an ass-long yet not very good essay. If only it were more impenetrable, it would work for City Pages (I kid, because I love).

Batten the hatches...

...the "Things I Learned From My Patients" thread on SDN's Emergency Med board has been boingboinged, which is apparently a lot like being Slashdotted. This most ripe and piquant dish is something I've contributed to, from time to time. God help me.

Hopefully, this is roughly akin to Wyld Stallyns' demo tape finding its way to the airwaves.