Wednesday, July 23, 2008

so, so true.

Mountains in t-3 days! wheeeee!

Still haven't heard from EMS instructor about externships! notwheee!

but mountains! wheeee!

also, today's Nemi.
So...what do you do for a living?
You- I think you are unbelievably beautiful, that was why I wanted to go out with you and drink wine- but do we have to talk about that?
I mean; like everyone else always does? I'm so tired of it! "bla bla bla"- Boring! it's like everyone has been given each their own spiel with the ability to talk on what they have in their heads- and it is never real, fine things that really mean anything!
Couldn't you have instead asked me about what the finest sound I know of is? can't we talk about how long it has been since we sat in trees or what scared us most when we were kids and if we're still afraid of the same things? ask me about which five things I have to do before I die!
...you don't want to say what you do for a living?
Self-defense. I'm trying not to push you away.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Why I love Firefly. and Nathan Fillion.

A) Dr Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog.
B) Waitress.

But really, seriously, topping them all, this. Kids Need To Read.

Friday, July 18, 2008

seriously.

what is the deal with the catch-22 of science?

really?

every job needs a master's degree. or 1-5 years of experience.

oh, wait, here's an entry level position.

"excellent opportunity for students. Minimum requirements: 1-3 years experience in similar lab environment with a Bachelor's degree in related field. no official lab experience excluding college labs is acceptable with a minimum of a Master's degree in related field."

yeah. entry level...who knew it meant absolutely squat!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarg. arg. argargarg.

and I apparently picked the worst state to become an EMT in, and the way things are working out I won't be able to apply for jobs as an EMT until late august if I'm lucky, september if I'm not, and our old landlord hasn't given us our deposit back yet, which we kind of maybe needed to pay things like, you know, rent and loans, but hell, we don't need food, really, and sure we can continue abusing the grace and generosity of my parents because we still haven't started our payment schedule for our car loan and if I apply for a different job (which basically would be retail, since science jobs suck and don't consider college lab or field experience to be field experience despite the fact that that's the whole point of taking the fucking lab/field classes to begin with) then I've essentially wasted 3,000 dollars on an EMT class. and...grumblegrumble...

What. The. Fuck.

I'm sorry. I blame Orvis for my language, just like I blamed Johnny after I got off the boat. yes, there is a profession that- at the very least ties, if not exceeds- sailors for profanity use.

on a lighter note, I saw an episode of Survivorman where he went to Baffin Island. there were several times when my evil marmot was saying "...psh. pansy." man has no idea how to build a snow cave. you build down, not up. down good, up bad. up good for lunchtime windbreak, and if you're building an igloo, fat rectangular cubes are your friends, not skinny slabs.

and the cat is still cute, although still enamoured of the 'attack-the-form-under-the-blanket-at-0300' polar bear stomp.

and that's basically keeping me from sheer and utter insanity. that, and mountains = t-7 days.

mmmountains.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

I love this comic.

Cyan: finding anything you like?
Nemi: well...
in the world of shoes, this pair is a deep-water fish.
they have bulging eyes and are slimy! and they have a boooooip on their head like this that lights up and scares all the other fish that want to be on a shelf far away from these shoes.
Blonde: wha...
Nemi: *shudder*
Cyan: She doesn't like them.

I'll leave you with that.

that, and an equation.

3 shots + 1 arm + overeager BART door* = OW.

*seriously. this isn't like an elevator door, that gently closes- barely making contact, you know- and then sproings open in shock that it might have closed on a gooshy human. This is BART. BART doors close, then press, then squeeeeeze- then reluctantly slide open about a centimetre.
Also- People of the East Bay? do not amble idly during rush hour.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

yay!

in an interesting congruence of events, I had my skills test for emergency childbirth today, which is the same day that my cousin Eric's wife Robyn had her bebbe!

little bebbe Little Ick. aw. I'm with Eric- go for Tor. :)