So I was cleaning out my spam, and had some "best podcasts of 2006" email form itunes. Usually I just delete those. But I decided to take a look. I haven't really gotten into podcasts; maybe I should.

But so what is in the 'best of' list???

A Homestar Runner VIDEO podcast! Mostly strongbad emails, including my favorite- trogdor! (see links at right).

Ahh... Makes my day. (that coupled with the fact that there exists a video game called Trauma Center:under the knife. what will be embarrassing is when I'm terrible at it.)

I know I'm not the only HSR fan out here, so go check it out everyone! (I don't know how to give a link to an itunes podcast, but you can just search in itunes.)

Addendum:
So I just spent three hours playing Trauma Center. And have come to some conclusions:
1: the Wii is cool.
2: Video games are dangerous. 3 hours goes by in a second.
3: But they're fun.
4: I kick ass at "extracting tumor cytoplasm".

Thanks tony. :)

Ok, so I have gotten to the point that I never answer my phone if I don't know who it is. Leave a message, and if I know you, and/or want to talk to you, I will call back. Hell, half the time I don't answer my phone even when I *DO* know who it is. (so if I've done it to you- don't take it personally- I do it to everyone.)

But sometimes it backfires- when they don't leave a message, and I don't get to find out who it is.

So tonight my phone rang, random (but somehow very familiar) number. I didn't answer. No message.

Racked my brain to try to figure out why the number sticks in my head. Ill-fated blind date? Someone from work? I googled the number, no luck. Reverse-looked-it-up, no luck. Spotlight searched my computer and my address book, nothing.

The thing is, this person has called me before. I know it. I seem to remember one time s/he called like 3 times in one night and never left a message. I think that's why I know the number.

I don't know why I'm so scared to talk to someone I don't know, but I don't want to get stuck talking to some telemarketer or something by accident.

So I turned off caller ID, and called it back. And the guy answers. I ask who it is. He tells me his name. I have no idea who he is. Asked him why he called me. He denied it. (though come to think of it, he didn't even ask who I am.) He said "well you are just coming through as anonymous, so I know I didn't call you. I've only made one call tonight, and it wasn't to you." Umm, yes it was? I clicked "incoming calls" on my phone, chose the mystery number, and hit send. It's not like I mis-entered it. Why not just say "oh, that was you? Sorry, got the number wrong."

So how weird and creepy. This guy I totally don't know calls me, and has called me before, and totally denies it.

The thing is, it's probably just a random wrong number. Like my number is probably one digit off from his buddy's or something.

But that's boring. In my head, it's much more exciting and sinister than that. ;)

Haha, I think I need a life.

So, I'm finally starting to feel christmasy. I had an unrealistic list of things I was hoping to do this weekend- and got more of them done than I expected.

Finally got my tree yesterday, and spent the evening getting it set up, drinking mulled cider and listening to christmas carols. Just finished my christmas shopping- all done via catalog/internet since I can't handle the mall. (I was hoping to stroll down elmwood and go in all the shops, but time was against me.) And I've made one of my 3 batches of cookies. Hoping to finish cookies and christmas cards tonight. We'll see about that.

I am a terrible christmas decorator. Well really just a terrible decorator in general. I put things one way, and i'm ok with it. My mom comes to visit and says "you're nuts, wouldn't it be better this way?" and rearranges things- and is totally right. And I never touch it again. When it's christmas time, I don't put away my regular stuff- I just put my mishmash of random christmas crap on top of it.

But for maybe the first time- my procrastination skills have paid off- literally. I went to Menne Nursery on NF blvd for my tree. I picked out a nice soft Frasier fir. They tend to be more $$ but they smell good and the needles don't fall off. And I got a wreath and some lights. Went to pay- they knocked the price from $80 to $42 since it's so late in the season! Yay! (because i really can't justify spending $80 on a tree.) (But since I tend to leave them up til feb, I guess at least I get my money's worth. ;) )

But then two high school looking kids went to tie it on my car... they really didn't seem to know what they were doing. It was all loose... and then at the end they lingered for a second- I said thanks and got in the car and drove off. Then wondered- were they waiting for a tip? I called my dad, who said yeah, you're supposed to tip them.

So I spent the rest of the drive home (which was long since I was afraid to go more than about 2mph in case the tree fell off) wondering if I was a cheapskate and if I should go back and tip them. But in the end decided they didn't really do a good job, and probably didn't deserve much of a tip. But I still feel a little badly.

sorry i'm totally rambling.

Here are some pix of my multiple christmas trees.


This one is like 10" tall. My mom sent it to me for my dorm room when I was about 15. I like the little 'popcorn and cranberries' she made.


Yes, it's an inflatable tree, for when I'm too lazy to have a real one.


Maybe not quite on par with (e:PMT), but I like my tree. :)


And this is my favorite ornament. Hard to read, but it's from YMCA preschool, and it says Alexis 1979 on it.

Be Merry peeps!
-J

Ok, so the case I did yesterday makes the one I wrote about last time seem like nothing. I will spare you the details, except that at one point during the case I was told "hold on a sec, that might be brain. Who's on call for neurosurgery? Oh, no, it's just skull, you're ok keep going."

But the patient is a trooper and is doing great, all thing considered. But this morning I was told "well what we really need to do is bring her back in a few weeks and take out her eye."

Her EYE?! Jaw is one thing, but EYE???

But so it was a long day [sorry paul- got your msg, would have loved to, but was running late], and I was 1.5hr late for a christmas dinner party at my chairman's house. But I called to say I was running late, and got there as fast as I could. Well there were 6 people there, out of 18 invited. And only 2 of 9 from my class. The rest didn't even RSVP, just didn't show. I think that's awful. I mean if your boss (like the biggest head honcho you work with- also the nicest man on earth) invites you to his house, you fucking GO. And if you can't go, you send them your regrets. His wife cooked us this great dinner... It was nice. And very wholesome. They're mormon, so there was no booze. Instead there was this:



(sorry, don't know how to turn phone pix un-sideways).

And yes, I am 30 and spent last night making a gingerbread house.
When the chairman says jump, you say how high- and you like it, dammit.

(in all seriousness, it was pretty fun, and I am now semi-inspired to decorate for xmas. Anyone know where to get a decent (live) tree? Like a frasier fir?)

Once again, great new music from my brother in law. And as much as I love Ratatat, they've been my user sound for a hundred years, so I guess it's time mix to it up a bit.

New song:
The Chills, by Peter, Bjorn and John.

"Swedish, and insidious", as Chase described them.

Best line- "Your tongue is sharp, but I miss the taste of it." (ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, ch-ch-ch-ch-ch)

That, and two of my other faves off the album, on Gather:

0887685001165969441
0923365001165969605
0659531001165969804

Enjoy!
-J

PMT- did you find my gloves? Little red leather ones. Not sure where I left them, but they weren't in my coat pockets.

Had fun last night, hope you all did too. Thanks! Happy birthday again Tony. Hope you enjoyed your party- somehow think you did.
And I think I'm finally learning... I wasn't even hungover this "morning" when I woke up.

Oh and tracee says "thanks I had fun" too.

Oh wow. happy (e:strip)peversary to me... start date 12/6. Missed it by a few. And actually, I really started with my short-lived alter ego (e:alex) on 12/4.

Too bad I don't have anything more profound to say...

Oh, well here are some pix. Thought I took more!


(e:imk2) and myself.


Yvonne trying to teach me how to make a sexy face for the camera. I don't think I quite got it. ;)


Tony, how many different ties did you wear last night?


me and Tracee (even through the blur, you can see, I'm back to my trademark picture-smile. It's like I can't help it.)


And, more in focus.

And I saw my dinner pseudo-inviter at the exam this morning... no apology, no acknowledgement, no nothing. Awesome.

Can't wait to relax and have fun with some booze and some tunes and some good peeps tonight.

1: Happy Birthday Tony! (it was yesterday.) (sneaky bastard)

2: My apologies for the gross post- guess I'm too desensitized. Didn't mean to give anyone nightmares or make them puke or anything. (but in case you're curious, the guy from yesterday is doing great. All swollen and stuff, but I must say looks pretty damn good considering he doesn't have a jaw anymore.)

3: this police shooting this makes me absolutely furious. Violent crime makes my blood boil. I am so glad I am not working at ECMC right now. I dealt with a cop that was shot in the head (and died) in med school... what a mess. Major press, same kind of thing as this.

But the thing is, I was eating at Hardware that night, and randomly happened to sit next to one of the trauma PAs from ECMC that we work with, and while we were eating she got a page and read it and said 'huh. two GSW on their way. Glad I'm not on call tonight." Found out later it was this crime, only blocks away. Yuck.

3.5: ajay, glad you're with me on the dinner invite. I thought (think) maybe I was just being a whiny baby, but I thought that was pretty rude.

Don't smoke people, ok? Please? Promise?

Long day at work, was in the OR for 13hr straight (no breaks). But it was cool. This guy first came in b/c he noticed his dentures didn't fit. Well, this problem must have been going on for quite some time, but he's old and a little crazy and didn't notice. Bottom line- he had a huge tumor in the floor of his mouth that had eaten through his jaw, and was actually exploding out of the skin. It was stinky and weepy and scabby. It was really gross. And sad. (and probably caused by smoking). So we had to cut his jaw off. His entire chin. From the corners of his mouth, down. Like a puppet. Just sawed it off, and put it in a bucket to send to pathology. We were going to take a bone from his leg to make a new jaw, but he was deemed "too sick" so we used metal plates instead (which don't work as well). Then we took his pec muscle to make him a new mouth/chin.

So it was a long case, but it was actually super cool. And I realized that I like fixing the hole (which is the domain of plastic surgeons) better than making the hole. Always nice to reaffirm that I actually like my chosen field. :)

But anyway- that part is gross and horrifying, sure. But they do it at roswell all the time. The part that actually got to me today was when we were getting started. Put the guy to sleep, shaved his beard (or tried to, it was all crusty and gross), put pads under his heels etc etc. Usually we tape people's eyes closed, so they don't get scratched or anything. But this time since we would be working on his head and need to move it around and stuff I guess he wanted to be extra careful. I heard him ask for a stitch, and I wasn't sure why so I went to look-

He freaking SEWED his eyelids shut.

I know he didn't feel it and we took the stitches out before he woke up etc, but that kind of freaked me out.

And my annoyance for the day- last week was invited to dinner at Nektar. I replied "yeah sure, if I'm off work in time. What time is dinner?" "dunno, I'll let you know." Well it was tonight. When I got home I texted the guy "so, what happened to dinner?" He replied "you snooze you lose." I wrote 'I was waiting for you to write me back with the time." He said 'oh... well you should come by, we're just finishing."

Thanks fucker. Invite me for dinner, then forget to tell me what time, and don't even notice I'm not there. I feel so loved...

Crap. I have a big text saturday morning and I am not ready for it. It's only a practice test, so it's hard to motivate to study, not to mention I've been working late. But I am dreading it.

If only there was a party or some way to get drunk afterwards... ;)

See you soon peeps. Stay cozy!

-J

From the Onion's gift guide-

For People Who Want A Watch That Isn't, By Any Practical Definition, A Timepiece

Nooka Zub 20 Watch ($125)


For a while, wristwatch technology was all about making it easier to tell time-lots of large, digital number displays, soft, glow-in-the-dark lighting, and comforting beeps. But eventually, consumers realized that they could get that same technology from their cell phones, but without having to remember to put on a dumb piece of jewelry in the morning. This shift forced wristwatch manufacturers to re-think their whole approach: "Instead of making it easier to tell time, we should make it more difficult," they thought, "That way people will believe they need wristwatches." And so the Nooka Zub 20 was born-a wristwatch that has a weird name, a flexible rubber band, and a face that looks like a calculator and that's "made of dots that represent the hours and a bar to tell you the minute plus a digital second window which toggles to show the date." Of course. Also, it's blue.

Find it at: Urbanoutfitters.com

and here's a pic:

I was going to write another whole post about this guy saga- but instead, I won't. (E:pyrcedgrrl) I think has hit it the closest. I think he really is just trying not to be an asshole, esp since he knows I had my heart a little traumatized fairly recently. Commendable behavior. But at the same time- (e:newjason) may have a point too. I don't want wishy-washy. I want someone to take charge, and to want me, and to let me know that. If he breaks my heart, maybe that's the price I pay.

And finally- for (e:kara) (and all other dog lovers)-

This recipe comes from Deb Sprague, who says:

Thought I would share one of Avalanches favorite recipes.
I made them today for the boys and they loved them too.!

2 Cups whole grain spelt flour
1 Cup Cornmeal
3 eggs
1 1/2 Cups canned pumpkin(make sure its canned pumpkin and
not pumpkin pie filling that is loaded with sugar!)

Mix all ingredients if it looks too sticky add a bit more spelt
flour and roll out to about 1/4"

Cut into bone shapes place on slightly floured cookie sheet

Cook at 350 for 25 to 30 minutes then turn off oven and
let them sit if you want them crispy..If you want them softer
for your older bullies take them out right away and they will
be chewy.

yummy! no wheat, and pumpkin is good for bully
digestion! I'm going to have to eat a few too.

And new info for you music peeps out there- Just learned there's a 5-disc Sufjan Stevens xmas cd out there. Downloading (legally of course) as we speak. Will give reviews later.