31 January 2011

Blog Block

Every time I go to write a blog post lately, my mind goes blank. I’ve got blog block. I have ideas in my head, but can’t really think of ways to flesh them out and make them mildly interesting and worthy of your precious procrastination time. But, I feel compelled to post, so I’m going to do that thing where I just post a bunch of unrelated ideas all at once.

12 January 2011

"I'm so glad I parked at the front today."

I think this video is making the rounds, but I had to post it. It's just...insane. Of all my natural disaster fears, flooding is pretty low on the list. Until now. Watch how the water carries off the cars as through they were empty potato chip bags. Remarkable.

10 January 2011

What does blood poisioning feel like?

I don't believe in curses, and I'm not one of those people who honestly think that inanimate objects hate them, or that the universe is against them. That being said, it does kind of feel like I was never actually meant to give blood, since every time I do it's a whole ordeal.

Friday was going to be the first time I donated since I became a vegetarian. Since my last donation went so smoothly, my main concern was my iron levels and not, for once, my tendency towards unconsciousness. My iron was fine (yea for me!) and I settled down for my donation. The reclined me, as is necessary, then proceeded to mutilate my arm. The tech was old, and therefore I assume experienced, but she damaged the vein putting the needle in and I was bleeding around the needle and inside. The took the needle out. Now, by then I'd already started to fill the test bag for the donation, and they couldn't start the needle in my other arm, because then they'd have been taking too much. So, I didn't get to donate. The lady apologized profusely, she seemed to feel really bad. She warned me I'd get a bruise. Another, much younger tech, told me, "oh, that won't bruise."

He was wrong.

01 January 2011

All is quiet

Happy New Year! The only day of the year that is both a holiday and a U2 song.