Stupid Question People

What's the deal with stupid question people at school? Anyone who has ever gone to university knows who I'm talking about. Like the guy who once took up a ten minute block of my Sociology 100 class asking about UFOs. A perfect example. You know what people? I don't care about why are there more allergies to peanuts, and not any other food. It's management class! It won't be on the final! I promise. Is it that important to you to take up time in the class, which incidently I paid stacks of cash to get into, to fulfill some deep unfulfilled emotional need? Bah! Whatever happened to showing up to class, taking notes, and asking questions when they are relevant, pointed, and about class content?

Dept. of Obvious Facts

Mr. Sulu is gay. Is this worthy of press coverage? Number one what he does in his own bedroom is none of my buisiness, number two I think we all knew already, and number three isn't there something a little more relevant to the world going on...like an imperialist war for oil?

The Morning After The Night Before

I've had a night to sleep on it, and I'm (a little) less hammered. I realize that my last entry might seem to be picking out the person from last night. I know she's on here every now and again, and I should say: "it's not you personally, or last night in particular".
For those who don't know I'm a nursing student. This year I am it as far as straight men go.
One.
In my class.
That's it.
I've been known to go out with people from school, and every damn time I end up sitting at the table, surrounded by a large pile of purses while all the girls are out on the dance floor trying to pick up some guy. The only person I have to talk to is the one boyfriend who came out. I understand that purse sentry is an important job, or else all the lip gloss could be stolen by the creepy old man who is always there. By the end of the night, the single ones have paired off with strangers (to my friends reading this, if one of those strangers was Trevis Smith, you might want to get to a doctor pretty quick) and I'm left there looking like a chump. Of course I'm never going to pick anyone up this way:
A-I look like a chump
B-I'm surrounded by the purses of 15-20 women, and either look taken or pathetic
C-The women that do approach me are old. What's with that? Do the purses make me look like cougar bait? I'm sorry, but I think that if there's less years between you and my mom, than between you and me it's a bad idea.
This one time, I was at a formal dinner for school that I helped plan. I am trying to make sure everything goes OK and spend some time with my girlfriend who came down from Saskatoon. Somehow we break up. I'm stressing, I'm confused, I'm pretty sad, actually I was really sad. What are the girls concerned about?
The hot RCMP guys exercising in the window and how to get them to the party.
Bah!
Also I hate being considered "one of the girls". I am not a girl. I have a wiener, most of the girls from school don't. I can easily pee standing up, again in contrast to the majority of the girls from school. I prefer women, most of the girls prefer men. Etc., etc., etc.
I hate it when we are sitting together and they check out the guys walking by. It's really emasculating. I mean I'm sitting right there, I know that it's a totally different context, but it makes you feel like you're not good enough to be checked out. It's one thing to see one very attractive person and comment on it, hell we all do it. But when every guy walking by gets checked out/commented on. I don't know.
Another thing, as the guy in nursing, every damn person knows who you are and what's going on in your life, I mean I've got people I've never met in my life who know my name, what program I'm in, etc. I on the other hand am still putting faces to names. And anytime I do anything, I mean ANYTHING, it's gossip central. I take a dump and it's news.
Sometimes when I bitch, people tell me "Well I guess you know who your true friends are". To you I say balls. If I go by that logic, I have two friends: Matt and my Mom.
If that's the case, I might as well just accept it, buy some cats, and become that crazy old man with the cats.

Women...

So I go to the bar tonight with two friends, who happen to be women. Which is all fine and good, until I get ditched for some stranger's cock. Maybe I'm just too old-fashioned, but it seems to me that when you ditch your "friends" for some weirdo's dick, you're stating what you really think of your friends. I'm sorry, but if I wanted to know how little somebody thought of me, I'd talk to my nursing instructors. They're great at telling me how worthless I am. Bitches. Anyways, fuck you Matt, I told you. I'm going to bed, it's not worth the effort. P.S. Thanks Flanders, for not leaving me totally ditched.

God is shaking his head

Am I the only one that is horribly offended by this? I mean the guy is a freaking priest and solicits sex from underage girls. Bah. The pervert's not even going to jail.

Rosa Parks passes away

Today Rosa Parks passed away. Mrs. Parks, the famous woman who wouldn't give up her seat on a Montgomery, Alabama bus in 1955, spotlighted the world's attention on America's "Jim Crow" laws that enforced the seperation of the races. The Montgomery Bus Incident eventually led to the 1964 Civil Rights Act.

Rebuttal to a Comment on a Reply

Anonymous strikes again with a comment on my reply. And I quote: "That's a sad little angry reply. Does this mean you think Starbucks drinkers are Nazis for indulging in their coffee? Why such a rant? it's the same as any chain of anything these days. You need to get laid and chill out".
Let's review this one point at a time:
"That's a sad little angry reply"- I see, my unhappiness about a situation is sad.
What makes my opinion about something any less valid than anyone else's? Why can't a man in a free country express anger over something? I don't know where you live, but in Canada people have the right to freedom of thought, belief, opinion and expression, including freedom of the press and other media of communication. This is also a first amendment right in the United States.
"Does this mean you think Starbucks drinkers are Nazis for indulging in their coffee?"- Apparently our anonymous friend had trouble with the statement from my reply: "NOTE: THIS IS NOT AN ATTEMPT TO COMPARE STARBUCKS TO NAZIS. TO DO SO WOULD BE AN INSULT TO THE MILLIONS WHO WERE AFFECTED IN WWII. I AM JUST MAKING THE POINT THAT EXPERIENCE IS NOT NEEDED TO MAKE A MORAL JUDGMENT". Admittedly I never included Starbucks customers in this statement, as I thought that would be redundant. Let me reiterate: in no way do I want to compare anyone to Nazis. The only people that should ever be called Nazis are those who were Nazis. These people are all old or dead. I am sure that they neither are executive officers, shareholders, customers, or in any other way associated with the Starbucks corporation. Clear?
"Why such a rant?" Because I can. It is my right. I feel strongly this way and I have a medium in which to publish my message. Conversely it is your right to read and reject said opinions. I know that it is very unlikely that I can convince you of my way of thinking, but if you have at least thought about things, than that is a good thing.
"it's the same as any chain of anything these days"- I'm not saying that the Starbucks corporation is the only "bad" company out there. However I do feel that Starbucks embodies all that is wrong with globalization. I refer you to John Raulston Saul's excellent book "The Collapse of Globalism and the Reinvention of the World" . (2005, Penguin Publishing: Toronto). Also, I am aware of the irony of the last link to Amazon.com, and the fact that this blog is being hosted on a site owned by Google.
"You need to get laid and chill out"- OK, I probably deserve that after my rebuttals 9 and 10. Nevertheless, this statement adds nothing to the debate, and lets face it, the monkey is cute.
I do want to say Mr. or Ms. Anonymous, that just because we don't see eye to eye doesn't mean that I think you're a horrible person, everyone is entitled to an opinion. Also I'd like to say that our little on-line "debate" has been fun, and I look forward to the next installment. Since you don't provide even a made up name to use, in the interim I shall call you Dr. Emily Jacobs, using the most popular boy's and girl's names from 2004 in the USA. I just think that Dr. fits well before a name like "Emily Jacobs".

Reply

Reply to a comment received on my open letter to Jewel Kilcher where I called Stabucks "evil". The comment reads: "Starbucks SO is not the most evil company! They know how to make coffee (tastily) and market it, possibly the smartest company around. You probably never had their coffee! Do you even know anyone who drinks it religiously? I know tons!" and is signed anonymous.
I have ten rebuttals:
1. If you have the balls to call me out, you should have the balls to put your name to it.
2. Starbucks coffee tastes like shit.
3. Why should I pay 4-6 dollars to a corporation that paid maybe 4 cents in cost to some poor-ass Guatemalan farmer. If anybody should get that money, it's that guy.
4. What's the deal with those dumb names for sizes? Is it that important to give some yuppie a thrill because when s/he orders his/her coffee they get to speak pseudo-Italian? For the record "venti" is Italian for "twenty".
5. You can tell how big an asshole somebody is by how they order their coffee. "Cuppa' Joe, black" = salt-of-the-Earth, probably a nice guy. "Tall half-caf', half-fat, soy latte, no sprinkles, double whip" = The worst thing to happen to humankind since crack.
6. Starbucks spread faster than chlamydia through a hockey team. Is it that important to have two Starbucks on the same intersection? Would you lose that much buisiness just by losing the people who are too lazy to walk across the street? What about those people who are kitty-corner to the Starbucks? That's two streets to cross? Isn't that "cruel and unusual punishment?"
7. (In response to "Do you even know anyone who drinks it religiously? I know tons!")
In the City of Regina, Saskatchewan, population 200,000, there are about 2,000 IV drug users. IV drug use is not good. In fact it is so not good that it is bad. And two thousand people sure is a lot. I might be so bold as to say:"In the City of Regina, tons of people abuse IV drugs religiously...AND THIS IS BAD".
8. (In response to "You probably never had their coffee!")- Whether or not I have ever tried their product (I have) is moot. I have never been, seen, nor talked to a Nazi. That does not stop me from judging them as "evil". My lack of experience with Nazism does not mean that I cannot reject that ideology. NOTE: THIS IS NOT AN ATTEMPT TO COMPARE STARBUCKS TO NAZIS. TO DO SO WOULD BE AN INSULT TO THE MILLIONS WHO WERE AFFECTED IN WWII. I AM JUST MAKING THE POINT THAT EXPERIENCE IS NOT NEEDED TO MAKE A MORAL JUDGMENT.
9. Why are you defending Starbucks anyways? Unless you are one of the Executive Officers (page 2) or a lawyer for them, what do you care? Frankly if you feel the need to scour the internet looking for anti-Starbucks sites so that you can defend Starbucks, you need to sit down. Have a chat with yourself. See where your life is taking you. If you see your life as I see your life, this might help.
10. Fuck You. I'm right.

Ligers finally win!

That's right, in the heated rematch last Friday, the Ligers win 4-1 following a heated, and at times chippy game. Graham Toth opened the scoring with a bullet to the low corner on the power play. That's right, soccer with power plays, how great is that? Dave Sachary scored his team leading second goal of the season tapping in a rebound that was sitting on the line. Then the other team scored, so in reply, Sandra, goalie Scotch's girlfriend, blasted home a goal for the first female goal in Liger's history. According to RSA rules female goals count for two, so the final score: 4-1 Goal Scorers Graham: (1) Dave (2) Sandra (1), Yellow Card: Joey (1)Ligers Record: 1-1-2 4 Pts. Next game two Fridays from now.

A grand!

I have oficially cracked 1000 hits. Not bad for the inane ramblings of me, which probably only I think are funny. Who am I kidding, even I know they aren't funny.

An open letter to Jewel Kilcher

Dear Jewel,
What happened? Remember when you were the queen of contemporary folk? You made Birkenstocks cool again. You had music that was mellow and most of all GOOD! Now, not so much. Why? Is it because you started doing things like plugging bath products? Is it that you let possibly the most evil company on the planet put your songs in a compilation album? What's the deal with that one video where you're a ho? I mean really, sure you're a great looking woman, but that really came out of the blue. And whatever happened to your acoustic guitar? I mean "Intuition"? Terrible. Sucks. "Who Will Save Your Soul", "Standing Still", "Hands", "You Were Meant For Me", all fantastic. Don't take my word for it, check it out for yourself. Please, for your own sake, stop embarassing yourself, and get back to what got you famous. It worked for a reason.
Please respond
Boney B.

Public Health 102

So I get to my Public Health Rotation, and they have me in flu clinic again. This is all fine and good, except I thought that I was there to learn, and I got news for you, after the first 50 deltoid IM injections, the next 50 won't be much different. Then I went into a lady's house and looked at her baby (not a pic of the actual baby). The baby was fine, had a rash, but most babies do. God I hate public health, don't get me wrong, it's very important, but I'll be in my cold dark grave (not a pic of my actual grave)before I ever apply to work there. Lady had a cute dog though, Golden Retreiver. I like those dogs.

This is one of the best things I have ever seen

Finally...choir meets my childhood as a nerd in the late '80s! This choir does an interpretive dance/scat of Nintendo songs. Finally!

The epic of the pants that are leather

I love this, this is the story of how some guy ended up with a pair of leather pants. He tells the story so well. Check it out here.

Two Ligers games last night

Two games last night. The first one was against some team that really should be in a higher league. They won 12-0 or something like that. I choose to forget the whole game except to say that Man of the Match goes to Becky on D (sure hope that that is her name) for keeping it from getting to 20-0. Walby's Warrior to Dave for getting tripped, smashing his head on the turf, then calling the girl that tripped him an f'ing (word meaning vagina). Hilarious. The second game was much better. Our crack coaching staff set up some sweet sweet strategies and that seemed to do the trick. Ryan Sims goes down in history as the first goal scorer in Ligers franchise history. Two other goals were scored, one by Ryan's brother Scott (not the goalie, that's a different Scott, whom I call Scotch), who blasted it from midfield, making the brothers Sims the first brother tandem to score in one game for the Ligers. This shot deflected off Joey "Maradonna" Eisenzimmer's arm, but the ref did not see and it counted, making the score 2-0 and credited to Scott. Midway through the second half our D shit the bed and gave up 3 goals in five minutes. The last goal of the night was credited to Dave "I lost to Boney B.'s fantasy football team" Sachary, although he swears one of our girls touched it last and that means that it should have counted for two goals as per RSA rules. Again following earlier events the ref did not see this. You win some you lose some. And in this case you tie some. Final score 3-3. Man of the Match Scotch the goalie. Goal Scorers: Sims, R. (1), Sims, S.(1), Sachary D. (1). Walby's Warrior goes to yours truly for taking a boot (unintentional) to the right nut and not puking. Liger's Record 0-1-2 1 Pt. Next game Friday in a rematch against the team we tied.

McNally's Ligers lose heartbreaker

The McNally's Ligers (a cross between a lion and a tiger but with magical powers) lost the opening game of their Regina Soccer Association Co-Ed Rec league season to the Guiness Rovers who last year were 2-1-12 7pts, 1-0 by a late goal with about 5 minutes left in the second half. Admittedly the goal was a sweet sweet volley off of a corner that made me bow down in admiration. To rub more salt in the wound yours truly (number 13, apparently unlucky) missed two chances to score in the previous ten minutes. One a volley all alone in front of the keeper that just curled wide right, after a superb lob pass by Cool Mo' D. The other a toe poke that squeeked half a meter wide right after a long throw by the keeper. Also the Ligers failed to convert a penalty after a hand ball in the area. All signs point to future success for us though, it was a hard fought game and the Ligers seemed to be close the whole game. With added time together the chemistry is bound to improve. Man of the match (just a term, not to imply a woman can't be our best player) Scotch-GK. Ligers record 0-0-1 0 Pts. Next match tomorrow night (2 matches).

Euthanasia considered immediately post-Katrina

Reports from CNN state that hospital staff at one of New Orleans' hospitals were considering euthanasia as an option in dealing with the crisis. The coroner has reported that some investigators think that this may have occurred. Whatever happened in that hospital, during that crisis may never be truely known, and the thoughts of the care providers during such a uniquely difficult time cannot be understood.
Without getting into the euthanasia debate (euthanasia is illegal and the "law of the land" supercedes any ethical obligations that health care providers may feel towards assisting suicide), lets take a look at this ethical dilemma. Doctors and Nurses are obliged to do many things for patients. Nurses have values that must guide their practice. Where the issue gets muddy is when one tries to gauge what ethical values are more important. Is the sanctity of life more important than removing pain? Is causing someone to die earlier a harm (they are now dead) or a benefit (they now have no pain). Is it fair to keep one person alive, taking up the time and expertise of a physician and three nurses, or do you let them go and use these professionals to care for other people?
A "triage" type of medical care used during such a scenario may lead to patients needing critical care, such as a ventilated patients, being prioritized lower because the manpower that would be needed to sustain life (in this case, manual ventilations using an ambu-bag 24/7) could be used to save numerous other lives of patients who although very sick, not that sick. In such a case it would be ethical and legal to provide pain control such as a narcotic analgesic even though this would be likely to cause an earlier death for that patient. This is known as compassionate care. This also includes withdrawing care at the patient's request save comfort care such as pain control. Dying with dignity and comfort has been a hallmark of the nursing profession since Nightingale.
If, as is alleged, health care providers actively and consciously ended the life of patients is in breach of not only the law, but of professional ethical standards. To clarify (and it is a muddy situation), if in order to relieve the pain of the dying process, a drug is given that hastens the death of the patient, but allows them to die with dignity, and there is an informed consent by the patient, that is acceptable. To cause the death of someone is unethical according to any professional licencing body as well as murder according to the supreme court of Canada. Ask Robert Latimer. It's a fine line. What really happened in hospitals along the gulf coast? No one will ever really know except those who were there. The only certainty is that another chapter in the euthanasia debate is being written in Louisiana.

Public Health 101

Today I worked at a vaccination clinic where I gave what felt like a million flu shots. It's hard to grin and bear it after the 25th dirty old man bitches that I'm a) a student, and not b)cute and c)a girl. Half the time I'm done giving the shot before they are done bitching about how I'm probably going to screw up their needle, and I'm not even a hot chick, I'm done injecting, and they don't know what hit them. I sometimes wonder if they even hear the screening questions, or just have "No, no, yes, no" down pat after 85 years of vaccinations. Then I had to go teach some little kids about how to wash their hands. I'm not sure if Dante had this exact example in his Inferno but to me trying to teach 30 little children about something as boring as handwashing for 45 minutes is the third level of Hell. I mean the kids got so rowdy, i was ready to smoke, or drink, or kill, I'm not sure which. I jest of course. As Naughty By Nature once said "You down wit' ADD? Yeah you know me!" (I may have changed it a little). Anyway, I get home and the only thing that picked up my day after having definatively proven to myself that I'll never work with anyone under the age of 19 by choice in my nursing career is reading about how the New York Yankees, after spending about a gazillion (that's a real word...I think) dollars failed miserably in the baseball playoffs. I don't really follow baseball very much, but Steinbrenner offends me. Reminds me of how the 'Riders always get the shaft because other teams have more money. Eat it Georgie boy.

Feds up $$$ for Pakistan Quake

Ottawa announced that more aid dollars will go to help victims of the Pakistan earthquake. Must've heard my bitching. When you're the only Liberal west of Thunder Bay, your voice matters!

New Blog!

I've added a new blog to my links, "Ah Yes, Medical School" lets us join the Fake Doctor on a journey through med school, which has surprising similarities to nursing school.

ANGER!

DAMN YOU SPAMMER-COMMENTS!!!!! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!!!!!

Pakistani Earthquake

As you all may or may not know, there has been a terrible earthquake in Pakistan. 20000-30000 people are believed dead. Canada is sending $300 000 in aid. How come this hasn't been on the news 24/7 like Katrina? I guess the old news equation is true. 1 000 000 third world people = 1 000 Europeans = 1 American. Also see Guatemalan villiage destroyed in mudslide.

The Origins of Boney B. Buckethead

As I have been swamped trying to get my last semester of classes done, I have fallen behind on the whole news of the world /political landscape/personal pet peeves. So instead of an informed rant, my first blog (in a long time) will be how I became Boney B. Buckethead. One day, as I was serving fine frosty malt beveridges to customers at the tavern where I was working, a particularly intoxicated gentleman hollered at me "Hey! Boney! Grab me another beer!". Thus Boney. About six months later, I went out with my friends, and when I woke up, I was in a pile of laundry on my floor with a KFC bucket on my head. Thus Buckethead. And the "B" in the middle was added by my friend Dave. For Aesthetics. (This is the same Dave who I just beat in fantasy football....eat it Dave BOO-YA!). And so began the man, the myth, the legend.