bleh....

Did you all see the guy on the news yesterday- the prisoner who went to the hospital, then beat up two guards, held a nurse hostage, stole a gun, escaped from the hospital, stole a car in the parking lot, robbed two banks, busted into a CPA's office, and held two more women hostage?

On top of his 46 year sentence for theft/assault/drugs?

what a fucking winner. It was all over crappy fox news yesterday. I kept seeing a loop over and over of a chick jumping out the window of the office he was in.

And two clues that this guy is a loser:
-one, his name is Billy Jack. Really. How do you name your kid Billy Jack and expect him to add up to much? I know that's bitchy, but it's true.
-two, he's a member of the Aryan Nation.

Apparently they got his mom on the phone, and she said not to shoot him. Oh, gee, ok.

And I'm also so fucking sick of hearing about anna nicole smith. It makes me a little sad that we as americans care so much about this. And fucking Sanjaya.

This is why I don't watch the news. Work was slow today so I spent half the morning doing the crossword puzzle and sudoku in the paper and watching horrid fox news b/c I couldn't reach the tv to change the channel/turn it off.

A friend told me the other day that he read my journal (which I didn't think he did, so that was weird/embarrassing), and he said "I can't believe some of the stuff you write. Do your parents read it?"
Oy. I hope not!

My ex continued to text-flirt with me again yesterday. How strange. And I think then his GF calls or he goes home from work or something b/c all of the sudden it just STOPS, mid-sentence.

And today I told a friend "I had a dream last night that you moved to Europe." (I really did). And he replied "Feels nice to be the man of your dreams". hehe, I thought that was kinda cute.

And he's some rockin' news.
So every year we have to get a "physical" at work. Which consists of checking 'no no no no no no' on a list of "have you had.... in the past year", then telling them your weight (they don't even weigh you), having your blood pressure checked, and then the key- the TB test.

Now, it's fairly common (some would say inevitable) for people in health care to "convert"- i.e. have a positive TB test eventually. And I spent time in New Orleans, aka the third world. So... this year it happened.

For the record, that just means I have been exposed. I do not HAVE TB. I am not contagious or anything like that. But once you test positive, you have about a 5% chance of developing active TB (which I think is the number one killer disease, worldwide). TB can be treated, but it's a long course of like 5 antibiotics. So once you convert, they recommend you take prophylactic antibiotics. Of course you don't HAVE to, but it's the responsible thing to do, public-health-wise. And it takes your risk down to like 0.001%, and apparently gives you 20 years of protection.

So I had my required chest xray (negative), and made my appointment at the Erie County Infectious Disease Clinic at ECMC (what a lovely experience.) And she said there are basically 3 options: take the risk and don't take abx. Take INH for 9 months. Take rifampin for 4 months.

The catch with INH is that it (can be) liver-toxic, so people freak out and are like "if you have a sip of alcohol while you're on it you will die." That is not true. (believe me, I asked.) It's more like "if you are an alcoholic, we will have to check your liver function tests every month". B/c yeah, I can go without drinking. But 9 months is a pretty long time to not even be able to have one sip of champagne. At a wedding. That I am IN.

So the alternative is rifampin. Makes you more sick to your stomach, apparently, and has this lovely side effect- it turns ALL of your body fluids orange. You pee orange. You sweat orange. You cry orange. They said it stains your contacts orange. How freaky.

So, I guess I'll be a good little girl and take the stupid INH. the perk- I never have to have another TB test again.

Ok, I guess that's about it.

Later peeps!

-rambly J

Ok, so this week at work has been super crazy/busy/shitty, and it has put me in a terrible, sleep-deprived mood. Have barely slept since wed night, and had to miss jackdaw last night, and am missing roller derby tonight since my 2 hour day turned into 12-

but somehow now I don't care about that and feel like some sort of special VIP rockstar.

My brother in law always turns me on to cool new music, including The National, whose CD "Alligator" is one of my faves. They have a new album coming out in May, and are touring (will be in Toronto in June actually- anyone?).

But so the other day he sent me an email that said 'do you still like the national? Do you have this yet?' and attached was a folder full of songs. I figured it was like their first album "before they got big" or something obscure and random like that.

It took me a few days to get around to checking it out, and I just opened it-

And it's their new CD. Due to be released May 22. I have no idea how he got his hands on it, but it made my week.

Three cheers for Chase! Yay!

Unfortunately all the songs are too big to post as user sounds, so instead I've put up "baby we'll be fine", another fave, from Alligator.

this is a boring post but someone was asking about hair places the other day...

so I usually get my hair cut at the Aveda place in the Galleria. Which is definitely a pleasant experience... herbal tea, scalp massage, etc. But it's $40 + tip, and it's a trek to the galleria. So i figured I'd try my local place- Parkway Haircutting- right next to Coles.
They have a big fancy sign and look from the outside like a pretty classy salon.

Well, they're not as nice on the inside.
Sort of barber-ish with a guy doing guy haircuts in the corner. Just two chairs, and they're not selling your usual super-expensive fancy name shampoo etc. But I figured what the hell, I don't do anything too fancy with my hair, how much can she fuck it up.

So I told charlene I wanted to take a couple inches off and gave her my rules-
that I can't be bothered with a blow dryer and that it has to be able to go in a pony tail.

And she went to town and cut all these crazy layers- I was a little nervous, but let her do her thing. She blew it dry, and it didn't look great when I left, but like I said my hair doesn't like the blow dryer.

So I went home and washed it, and so far it seems like a decent haircut.

And best of all- I was in and out (shampooed, cut, dried, etc) in 30 min flat.
And it was $20 with a UB ID.

So certainly not a Chic Salon/Spa Experience- but not bad for $20 and 30 min.

So I was playing with voip stuff this afternoon (I think I'm going to switch to Vonage- anyone have anything bad to say about them?) when this ichat window pops up, from someone not on my buddy list. I always wonder how random people I don't know find me. But I always feel rude to just totally tell them to fuck off, so I usually answer, but with minimal, one word replies.
The guy goes on and on. Tells me his name is Kyle. I don't care. "Fantastic Kyle" if his screen name is to be believed, except that he can't spell and is "FantasicKyle345" [not his real address] Asks how I am, I say fine. Then he's like "will you do me a favor? I want to try something". And I knew what was coming... "I want to try my isight camera, I never have" (yeah right). I say no. He admits that he's an exhibitionist (gee, you think?) and asks if I want him to send me pix. I say I don't care. Then I say I have to go take a shower. He says "wow! I'm in a towel! I just got out of the shower! Isn't that crazy?" No, not really. Keeps asking if I want to see his pix. Now, I am not opposed to seeing pix of attractive men. But first off I doubt he's attractive, and I'm also not into random internet exchanges with people I will never meet. So the last thing I am going to do is inflate his ego and beg him to see his pix. But he starts sending them anyway. First a face shot. He's not (that) bad looking, but it's a weird double-chin webcam pic. And then another one....ohohohoho I couldn't stop laughing at that one. And I totally wanted to post it, and then felt badly to. But then thought "no. If he is going to send his pix to random people on the internet, he deserves to have them posted randomly on the internet."
So then he keeps asking me if I like the pic and if i want to see more, and I finally tell him I have to go. And he says "no fair, I want to see your pix". And I just said "Yes, I bet you do. Goodbye." Then I went to shower and came back to a whole mess of "why did you leave?" "I'm sorry if I offended you" "will you talk to me again?"
Get over it dude.

So, here is Fantastic Kyle, for your viewing pleasure.

Ok, so as much as I am terrified of skydiving, this looks pretty cool and fun and peaceful.

It's a bunch of skydivers in formation- looking like a huge kite.

(the video is really boring, after it breaks apart the first time you might as well just turn it off.)

crap. never mind.

Paul- how do I add a video if it's not on youtube or google? It's a .wmv file on my desktop.

Ok instead you get a random picture of my "irish" dog. :/



Ok and some more random crap from today's email.
A very simple but addictive helicopter-flying game (my kind of game- one button and that's it)-


Ok, and this one is disturbing. First of all, the picture is graphic and horrifying [be warned]. I can't tell if the guy is dead, but if he's not, I bet he was shortly thereafter.

But even worse- when I clicked the pic to try to copy it to post it, it turned out the picture was a link, that took me to 'cumfiesta.com'.

Now, if you had a porn site called cumfiesta.com- is THAT how you would attract people?!