i had another dr appt this morning

9:30

though that’s far from the time i actually saw the doctor.

i got to spend an hour in the waiting room and almost another hour in the waiting wating room, or post-waiting room.

i did get to hear all about some lady’s wig business during that first hour.

but back to me. the original reason i was going – or so i thought – was to learn of a problem. my eeg from a couple weeks ago would only warrant a return visit if the brain dr saw anything abnormal in it. sure as shit i got a call last friday requesting my presence in the dr’s office. so i make my 930 appt hoping to be outta there lickity split (foolish pipe dream).

so i sit there in the waiting room, snoring drooling guy to the left of me, chatty cathy the wig lady to the right. all i want is to get in, get whatever findings there were and get out. and i wait…and wait…

i get called into the post waiting room – one of my favorite features of the doctor’s office – and am told it won’t be long. and i believe it (foolish pipe dream). here i get to wait with an entirely new set of familiar distractions. yup, there’s the diploma, there’s the picture of what i can only asume is the graduating class at brain school,

oh, look, it’s my old friend the pain scale.



yup, they’re all there to keep me company on my never ending wait to see what the hell is wrong with me and my head.

well, after all of this, the doc enters and sits down. we exchange our niceties. hello, how do you do. he looks at some charts and figures. and now here comes the moment of truth. i learn what it was that he called me in for. i’ve prepared myself for it. i’m sure there was another erratic brain activity while i was sleeping. i will have to be put on some more meds. “well, rene, there’s nothing abnormal about this eeg. yeah, everything looks fine. so, if you are still going to follow the path of keeping an eye on things rather than surgery…i will follow up with you in a year.” i fidgeted for a bit, wondered about specific dates and follow ups, and tests, and he told me, as if he had known me for years, “stop. don’t look at the dates. don’t worry about it. stop obsessing.” well, i will try.

i guess i should have been stoked. i guess i was. i’m still confused. i still wonder and worry. and i still had to go to work afterwards.

Recursion is a way of specifying a process by means of itself

The important thing to remember when creating a recursive function is to give an ‘end-condition’. We don’t want the function to keep calling itself forever, now, do we? Somehow, it should know when to stop. There are many ways of doing this. One of the simplest is by means of an ‘if condition’ statement.

In order to better illustrate an example of recursion with no end condition i turn your attention to The Hoff

this morning i got to sit through a meeeting all about finances and net gains and losses and margins and percents and projections and…

on the plus side it knocked about 2 hours out of the day

on the minus side, i still had to sit through a 2 hour meeting about finances and net gains and losses and margins and percents and projections and…

the inauguration of america’s worst president is to take place this week.

to celebrate i took some time to see what errol morris had to say about it…

NY TIMES

January 18, 2005

OP-ED CONTRIBUTOR

Where’s the Rest of Him?

By ERROL MORRIS

Cambridge, Mass. — SO why is George W. Bush taking the oath of office this week and not John Kerry? For me, the answer is clear: Mr. Kerry failed because of his inability to tell his own story. John Kerry could have presented to the American people his full biography, but instead he chose to edit who he was. Why?

My guess is that Mr. Kerry and his campaign believed that certain things could not be mentioned. Foremost among these was Mr. Kerry’s opposition to the war in Vietnam, which was largely erased from the candidate’s life. That was a mistake. People think in narratives – in beginnings, middles and ends. The danger when you edit something too severely is that it no longer makes sense; worse still, it leaves people with the disquieting impression that something is being hidden.

of course errol moris does leave out the part about kerry being an absolute dullard, but please continue reading…

i wish:

1. that our coffee didn’t taste like a dead baby’s dirty diaper

2. that there was something other than starbucks to go quench my coffee thirst

my friend jay’s site is the #1 result when you search “edible panty” on google.

he is #3 for “edible panties”.

and he is on the first page of results for “puss”.

what is that?

according to jay – that’s power.

and i couldn’t agree more

why do adults call each other by title and first name in the workplace?

like “hey there miss vanessa”

it sounds so ridiculous

the year has begun in much the same way as last year…

with an EEG

this time around was a lot less pluch and comfy and involved an ice cold room, a blanket that was less a blanket and more a piece of vinyl, and natural light coming thru the windows; all making it damn near impossible to fall asleep.

now i have all this electrolyte goo in my hair. as if my hair wasn’t dirty enough.

i now know what a pornstar feels like.

Austin Aitken

who is suing NBC for $2.5 million, contending that he threw up because of a “Fear Factor” episode in which contestants ate rats mixed in a blender.

sounds legitimate. i mean, i’d throw up too if i had to drink a rat smoothie. and throwing up on national tv is embarrassing and worth 2.5 million. unfortunately, this guy wasn’t ON fear factor, he was WATCHING fear factor from the comfort of his lazy boy.

that’s right, Aitken’s handwritten lawsuit contends the rat-eating made his blood pressure rise, resulting in being dizzy and lightheaded — and vomiting. Because he was disoriented he ran into a doorway, “causing suffering, injury and great pain.”

Asked why he didn’t shut off his television before the rat-eating segment, Aitken said he couldn’t do it quick enough.

must…reach…remote….

mind strong….body weak…

feeling disoriented….

BLLLAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!

RUNNER UP :

The prostitute who turned in a customer after seeing child pornography on the man’s home computer.

Detective Carlos Negron said police were contacted by the woman on Tuesday, saying that while working at the man’s apartment as a prostitute she saw numerous pictures of children who appeared to be between ages 3 and 16 performing sex.

Ah, prostitution…one of the few professions where fucking a complete stranger is considered working.