March 18th, 2003

Nescafe rabbit


(1) I hate these fucking coded battles. They have nothing to do with how fucking well I can RP and everything to do with flying around getting a lucky shot. So it doesn't fucking matter that Shan's supposed to be fucking brilliant at math and physics and strategy...she's still at the fucking bottom of the scoreboard.
Sometimes I wonder why I stay on Ansible. It seems like so many people take it so seriously...

(2) This is short. I'm tired of venting and arguing. I'm tired of it all. Today has been a roller-coaster ride, and the end of it is carrying me downward with startling rapidity. Tell me....
[Chan] Person A> I'm more mature than to make this a big thing. Person B however, doesn't seem to b.e
>>> Person A tells you, "Hahaha I'm just -grilling- Person B. (Gender-neutral pronoun) has no answers."
Does anyone else see a dichotomy in these two statements? Because I find that any time someone makes the first one, their self-aggrandisement invariably precedes the second comment, or some kindred to it.
If you're fucking mature enough to avoid the conflict, you're fucking mature enough to not say you're that much more mature than the other person. Same with the "I was going to let it drop, but -person B= wouldn't shut up about it" argument.
It fucking takes two to fucking tango. Shove off.

And now I'm going to bed. Hopefully, when I wake up, it will all be better.
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Nescafe rabbit

dream a little dream

The world is covered in mist this morning. It suits my mood. I feel wrapped in mist, disjoint, disjunct from the world this mor ning. It is partly the nap and the two Benadryl I took between last night and this morning, this I know . But it is more than simply the drugs and sleep that skews my vision toward the surreal. It is the dreamlike knowledge of my walk through a half-waking world of mist and shadow - it is that which whispers tome that I am a fey and changeling child now, one I have not been for some time. It is the chill and foggy spring of the morning that has corrupted me; no failure of my own.
I am mist, and washed in mist am I.
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Nescafe rabbit

From my notes...

    Bustamante's lecturing during lab:
  • --Anyone think these look like endometrial glands? They look like glands, they're closely packed, and they're purple...

  • After talking us through the differential diagnosis of a slide that she thought was mislabelled and then checking the sheet to find she'd been looking at the wrong number: Gee, I got this one right on my own...

  • Czaja sticks his head in. Am I interrupting here?
    Bustamante: Yes.

  • On pathology lab:
  • They say, "The first thing we do is look at it grossly" - didn't they just cut it off something?

  • Czaja: There are a couple of phsyicians out there who are just super-assholes.

  • Scott: How does a pathologist's day go bad?
    You'd be surprised.

  • Czaja: If someone shows you this slide and tries to tell you it's cancer, you can laugh at them. "Ha!" Like that.

  • It's been declining over the last six decades for about fifteen years now...

  • Just don't try to think too hard in medicine in general.

  • This is a pathology course. There's nothing practical about it.

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    Moussorgsky, Modest - Bydlo