Wednesday, March 26, 2008

I Cover A Lot Of Material Here  

*Preface - So pay attention. I should probably research the proper methodology and usages of a title and preface. But I'm too busy being aawesome. Sue me (please don't).

A month ago, an opening for a position in the endoscopy unit at the hospital I volunteer at was brought to my attention. I instantly considered it an upgrade over pushing around a snack cart. Not only did it fit into my schedule much better, but patient-care > food services in my books. I didn't even have to think twice about switching over.

But let me tell you a lil' sumthin' sumthin' 'bout 'ndoscopy.

That last apostrophe was totally unnecessary. But for consistency sakes, it had to be done. And what's done is did. You dig?

No? That's okay too.

Endoscopy.

Viewing the insides of your body by sticking a flexible camera tube apparatus through a bodily orifice. At least that's how I loosely define it. Contact a real doctor if you really want to know more. Just don't talk mention pediatrics. It makes him cry like a girl.

The aftereffects of an endoscopic procedure include feeling bloated. Really bloated. We ordered too much at an all-you-can-eat Japanese food restaurant and don't want to pay per piece so now we must all eat 10 pieces more than we would've liked, bloated. Like you just inhaled so much air that you could float in the sky for about five seconds before coming down to unleash an amazing barrage of smash attacks on your unsuspecting opponent(s)..., errr, bloated.



Endoscopy.

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posted by Buttug McOysty . 8:19 PM .


Sunday, March 23, 2008

Remember When  

It's nearing the end of my university career. As such, creating memories is the name of the game at this time in life. Which is understandable, but an inordinate amount of "formal" dinners won't turn the trick.

Rabbits and hats will.

The way I figure, I'll either be too busy making sure I don't get any nasty stains on my nice clothes, or tugging at an uncomfortable tie all night long, to take in the moments passing me by.

Someone once said, "It's funny how time flies, I'm just having fun watching it fly by".

I also don't understand why we leave it till the last moment to dress up in nice clothes. Wouldn't it make more sense to do that as a first impression? Because the lasting memories won't be from a night out at the end of an era. They'll be all the things that happened in the middle (hopefully my memory will comply).

Few tell stories of how things end. Beginnings are much funner. You love the start, but really it's just to begin. It's going to be really hard when it gets to the end. Word to Kevin Drew and his whole crew.

posted by Buttug McOysty . 9:39 PM .


Monday, March 17, 2008

Watch, Watches, Watching  

The volleyball majestically soared over the net, rotating slow enough to make out the different colors painted on. For a second that seemed like eternity, it froze at the apex of its climb up the trajectory mountain. Then, as if infused with a ton of rocks, it dropped and thudded on impact.

Ever been mesmerized by the motion of the ball at a sporting event?

You have?!!?

*blush*

Aww shucks, look at us. We have interests in common. And I'm not talking about Common. However, hopefully everyone is interested in common sense, but sense isn't so common these days. Luckily, I was blessed with six.

Not really. But still, that whole last paragraph is mind blowing. You might want to go read it again. I'll wait.

*Doop dooby doo*

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posted by Buttug McOysty . 8:22 PM .


Tuesday, March 11, 2008

*Inaudible Whispering*  

If you are a male, you probably are not capable of acting out the title of this post.

(I know you just tried, like, right now...)

See, somebody once informed me of this, that guys were actually incapable of whispering. To which I angrily rasped back in a quieter voice, "Yes we can" (pre-Obama, so no word to Barack Hussein). It was not a whisper.

Whispering, as demonstrated by the two nurses in the endoscopy unit I currently volunteer at, is when you speak in such a way that a person standing a mere 3 feet away cannot hear a word you say.

No vocal chords.

(I know you're still working on that whisper, and some of you may have it!...that's okay...keep it coming)

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posted by Buttug McOysty . 7:24 PM .


Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Was Photoshop The Better Way?  

I can't decide which version of a photograph I snapped in the Dominican I like better. Authentic (with power lines), or Photoshopped (word to Jeff for the quick tutorial). Please vote. It's been bugging me for an entire day now.



OR



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posted by Buttug McOysty . 6:02 PM .


Monday, March 03, 2008

Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring  

Some folks up on the third floor got into an argument at 3:00AM, and one person decided to storm out of the building, but not before pulling the fire alarm, you know, because when you're angry, anything goes. The building attendant person hasn't been able to turn off the fire alarm yet, so...

...time to blog!

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posted by Buttug McOysty . 3:37 AM .


Saturday, March 01, 2008

Boom Head Shot  

Yesterday, the local nerd squad booted me from a school computer lab as I was completing work for an assignment because they needed to prep the room for a LAN party. While I found the lack of forewarning a little ridiculous, the notion that school property would be unavailable for the next 24 hours due to a LAN party was hesitatingly amusing.

With my newfound (forced) free time away from the lab, I went and wrote a mock GMAT exam today, with no intentions of writing the real exam in the future.

Now who's being ridiculous.

But it reminded me of those high school math contests that I eagerly signed up for (cut a period of class AND do math? win-win). Remember those? Those were so fun, until you were informed that you didn't end up in a top percentile.

posted by Buttug McOysty . 6:03 PM .