Nerd.

I don’t claim to be exactly like this but much of it is scarily similar. 

The Nerd Handbook 

Why I don’t update my blag.

By the time the idea to post something finally forms cogently in my head, it just as quickly gets subjected to a never-ending series of internal debates over just exactly how to post it.  The “editor-in-chief” inside me rarely allows an idea to escape for fear of it not being or sounding perfect.  Or at least up to my standards which have been described at times as fascist, anal, OCD-like, or unhealthy.  Even as I write this post I am debating canceling the whole thing and starting over.  But no, this time I don’t care as much, seeing as it will be quite some time ’til I come back here and update.Later gator. 

iPhone

My mom now has an iPhone.

urgh.

I am the leader of the Myelination

“We’re gettin’ the BAND back together!”

I find your lack of Chuck disturbing.

I’m serious, it’s pathetic.

Got that from “The Movie Quote Generator,” who I think is the sister site to “The Advertising Slogan Generator” site.

Good ones include:

Skitchiness

This is the first piece of work to come out of the new Skitch Beta I’m trying. I’ll make more later, but for now just going to play around and see what I like.

Follow-up.

And then the email from the couselling department came to our inboxes today:

Request for Reassignment: Granted

So we finally got some news on the whole “incident” from yesterday. See the email below for details:

Wii Age = 24. Real Age = Significantly Older.

It was slightly cheering to be able to call myself 24 years old today, if only in a virtual, electronic and totally non-realistic way. Do I care? Not really. I may be actually -years old but I feel kinda like I’m still 14 and a half. Not physically of course, I’ve felt like a geriatric for about 6-7 years now(strangely that’s about the same time I started trying to get into medical school–coincidence?), but in most all other respects I still feel like I’m in 9th grade. I guess that’s because that’s when I really started paying attention to the world around me. I have some memories from before 9th grade, but they are few and far between. Isolated images and movie clips of sporadic events that don’t really fit together unless I overlay them with the corroborating story of someone else in my family. They seem to be able to fill in the details that surround my isolated memories to make them into a “Oh, THAT makes more sense now!” kind of moment.

I do remember some stuff, like the “Harris’s Quick & Tasty Retarted/Retired Story,” or the time in third grade I accidently managed to get my head caught under my teacher’s dress, and even the time when(I was 9) we went out to the field in back of the house in VT to learn how to shoot with my dad and sister(the memory is hard to forget as I have a scar on my thumb from where the slide recoiled into my knuckle–It taught me never to hold the pistol like THAT ever again). So on the whole, I have lots of memories, just none that make a whole lot of sense out of context.

So where was I? Oh yeah. I’m getting old. Not really, but since it’s physically impossible for me to get younger I have but one alternative. I guess the older I get the younger I have to act to compensate.

Sounds good to me, so I’m playin’ Wii.

Well what’d you expect?

The funny thing is that I think this school perpetuates a hyper-competitive, “grades above all else,” mentality that is not necessarily in the best interests of their students.

Yes, we need to know our basic sciences. Yes, that is essential. But pure knowledge without clinical interaction skills is useless. You need to be able to APPLY that knowledge to the practice of seeing, examining, and treating patients. Just rattling off facts about certain physiological or biochemical processes doesn’t do much other than prove how well YOU aprehended the material.

Before this divulges into a rant with considerably more content I’m going to say goodbye and get back to work on learning how the science of the body presents in the patient with symptoms.