You know, over the past week I think I've probably written dozens of entries, but I read them back to myself and they barely make sense. I know it's not a responsibility to write here or anything but I thought that since I won't remember it I ought to write down that I have been in really surprising and disorienting amounts of physical pain for the past few days, and it's a little overwhelming. I think I've been unintentionally rude to my friends in that time period, and I apologize if that includes you.
I like the stamp on this card a lot.
[to help a future medical search: this is about my knee tumor]
FROM: DaveT
TO: glider@bmezine.com
Do you belive a person feels and finds love only once in there in there lifetime…Or excitence on this earth?
FROM: glider@bmezine.com
TO: DaveT
Why are you emailing me about this?
FROM: DaveT
TO: glider@bmezine.com
I don't fuckyou I'm going to smoke it fuck with my computer or anything in relation to myself you will have problems…
thankyou………the second show will being showing at 5:00 am….every show is diffrent…
have a goodnight ladies and gentalmen
I do
Awwwright. Besides my email, things I've read about recently include medical vampirism, exercise rebuilding memory, an Iraqi Vet that killed himself after the hospital turned him away, a book about building your own submachinegun, a neat human powered snowmobile, dueling and more dueling, early magicians, and an old giant plane. I should have made all that rhyme.
Forensic science is a tool of the devil. If people can write me and demand that the self-cutting section of BME be removed because it's triggering, I demand that the police not run 666 plates because it gives schizophrenic murderers a reasonable “out” for cop killing. Or in my case, pedestrian killing (don't click that), because it makes me take photos in inclement whether while driving.
But really, what I'm most irritated about is that
cops can have Satanic plates but I can not.
Oh yeah, and my truck has a boyfriend.
In the good news, I got caught in the middle of a medical communications collapse and apparently I am scheduled to have surgery to remove the tumor after all, but now in July. The bad news is that I'm in crazy pain and am pretty much physically exhausted from it by noon (even now, and it's early, I'm having a lot of trouble staying focused). That said, it just snowed again, which is nice, and probably indicates why I've been particularly sore. Sorry it's making me even slower than usual on posts and replies and so on.
The poorly drawn stencil that's a clickthrough on the picture is 100 DPI and sized exactly for Toronto signs. If you don't feel like making a stencil, you can print it on clear sticker paper.
Anyway. I'm crazy dizzy. I think I'm going to go for a walk and get some fresh air.
So I got some messed up medical news (and that's the end of that story because I'm tired of this being complain-o-blog) so I smashed into a bunch of stuff with my truck, which was a lot of fun. I also made a new stencil. This is just a mockup photo. Feel free to knock it off if you like it (to get the size right for the signs in your area, just go up to a sign with a ruler and take a bunch of pictures of you holding the ruler up against it so you can get your stencil scaled correctly). Please send me a picure if you do it.
I mean really, what's worse — parking or ghosts?
Edit: In hindsight, I think it would make more sense if it said “cherries” or “pacman” or something that's dangerous to ghosts… But you could make a ghost one that fit over the parking “allowed” signs too…
Other than that, I ordered some cool gear from Phidgets today, and Jon and I are making good progress on some experimental servers for new features on BME… Anyway, I think I'm going to go make some supper (ack, it's late!) and prep tomorrow's edition of ModBlog's education column now.
I took that picture next to Phil's house…
