davestevely

Seeking Advice

Tue, 11 Mar 2008 13:43:06 GMT

I have a couple things coming up that cause me to ask for advice.
The first is that I have to fly to Atlanta to take a stupid med school test on March 25. The test doesn't end until 11 pm, so I couldn't get a flight back until the next morning. I'm asking for advice for something cool to do in Atlanta while I'm there, otherwise I'm just going to spend the night in the airport. Also, if anyone has spent a similar night in an airport and has any advice, I'd appreciate that.
The next thing is that I'll be in Japan for the month of April, doing an away elective there. I'm very pumped for it, but it's my last month of medical school. I have May and June off, so I'm trying to think of something I can do to make some money. Preferably, I would like a small job with under-the-table pay(I hope the government doesn't read that). If nothing else comes along, I may move home for a bit and work for my Dad again, but that's a pretty serious workload.
So, I ask of you your precious advice.
Also, last night I dreamed like crazy. It was nonestop. I fought a demon and the evil old mortal granny who commanded it. I shot big energy balls of "righteous power" to quote myself from the dream. I only had enough of the power after the demon drained the lifeforce out of Chip's dog. Then I had the power to vanquish him.
The next dream, I was an RA at MSU again. Only there were ghosts moving things around in the dorm hallway, and they followed my command. It looked like I had telekinesis, because I would motion my hand and things would move. But I knew it was the ghosts. Also, everytime I came in the dorm I got lost and couldn't find my way around. One time I was following a couple black guys who were tossing around a basketball and one threw me a blind pass which I totally missed, but they were cool about it. I think they lived on my floor.
It was so much intensely strange dreaming, I was in a stupor when I got up.

Back in a Big Way

Mon, 18 Feb 2008 16:56:18 GMT

As always, I'll start by apologizing that I haven't posted anything or even signed on in so long.
If you recall the last time we spoke, I started dating a super hunky Canadian. Yesterday, we got married. I know it's all very sudden. Here's what happened. Things were going really great with us. We started talking about what I'm going to do when my lease is up in May. My roommates are moving out, so we talked about me moving to Canada with him. He talked to his buddy at customs and found out the whole thing would be easier if we were married, then I could apply for permanent residency. So then we talked about getting married. We both realized it was going to happen eventually, so why not go ahead with it.
Yesterday we had a small ceremony at his house with mostly family and we're having a big reception, party etc. in July. Both my parents and his were there yesterday and everyone was very supportive. We both made it through without crying, and in true homo fashion, right after we were pronounced married the stereo was cued up to play "You're my Best Friend" by Queen. Then we took a million pictures(I'll put some on Flickr soon) and ate lots of food that his awesome best friends made for us.
It's all still a little strange, because life goes on as usual except that every once in a while I think, "Holy crap, I'm married". We were going to keep the little one secret and just tell people about the big one, but it got out already, so oh well.
Oh, and he's thinking he'll take my last name.

My First Art Show

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 18:18:09 GMT

This Saturday, December 1, Lift Footwear in Royal Oak, Michigan, is having their Winter Munny Show. A Munny is a vinyl figure made by the kidrobot toy company, more info at www.kidrobot.com. They make blank ones that can be purchased and customized. Then Lift has shows where they display peoples' custom Munnys and some are for sale. I'm excited to announce that my first custom Munny will be in this week's show.
If you get a chance, stop in and check it out. There are free drinks and snacks, and it runs 7-9pm. My Munny is the one entitled, "Circuit Breaker" and my artist name is "The Hawk" (It's not cool enough to use your real name when making custom toys)
www.liftfootwear.com

A Nice Dose of Japanese Craziness

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 20:45:34 GMT

I went to a concert last Thursday. Overall, it was a great time. The first opening act was these guys:

They were so incredibly awesome. My life is forever changed.

Feline Lesson Learned

Thu, 25 Oct 2007 02:50:07 GMT

My roommate's girlfriend recently purchased a kitten. Which means, my house now has a litter box and food dishes. She and the kitten have both been living at our place for the last month, mostly because it's easier for her to go to work in the morning from our place and why not sleep with your boyfriend? It has really made me appreciate the extent of my cat allergy.
In all honesty, my body has gotten used to the cat and I hardly sneeze anymore, and I actually enjoy the kitten being around. She's very curious and mischevious and loves to find new hiding places. The other night, I was doing laundry. I transferred my wet clothes from the washer to the dryer and checked the lint trap. Well, the last user hadn't cleaned it so I removed it and took it to the garbage can. Only my roomies were working on their Halloween costumes in the living room and had the can there. So I had to walk out there, clean it and take it back to the dryer. I then shut the door and turned it on.
While I did notice my clothes were clunking around a bit more than normal, I just attributed it to an imbalance and went on. After a couple minutes, my roommate's girlfriend heard the cat meow a couple times and said, " Where is the cat?"
In an instant, I put the puzzle pieces together, silently darted from my chair and ran to the dryer. I opened the door and extracted the confused, panting cat. The others figured out what had happened and came to help. The cat ended up being fine, just a little hot. She was only in there a couple of minutes. I hope she learned her lesson about the dryer, and I hope I'm not allergic to my T shirts.

Holier than thou

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 12:42:15 GMT

I'm sure many of you have caught wind of the contraversy surrounding and advertisement for the Folsom Street Fair in California. The picture is a recreation of the famous painting of the last supper, only it's leather-clad kinky pigs instead of JC and crew.
The other night the local news had a story that really got my goat. They talked to a "party store" owner. For those who aren't from Michigan, a party store is a liquor store. You can't actually buy a party there, or party favors for that matter. This owner was so angry at the ad that he pulled Miller beer off his shelves. Miller sponsers the event and their logo appears on the ad. He said he wasn't taking a stand against gays in any way, but felt he had to stand up for his religion. As part of the news segment, they did a camera pan around his party store. As he was talking about doing what's right, the camera showed a store full of liquor, beer, cigarettes, wine, lottery tickets, and of course pornography. He said he thinks he'll lose some money, but he's willing to do it for his cause. I was so angry that I needed death metal to put me to sleep that night.
On another note, I want a copy of the ad so bad. If anyone knows where I can get one, I'll love you forever.

The good, the bad and the time it took to come up with this title

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 01:56:17 GMT

00 176, originally uploaded by davestevely.

Today I got absorbed in thinking about the good things and bad things in life. You see, I was on the treadmill at the gym. The usual studs were wandering about sweating and being all hot and stuff. I thought to myself, it sucks that there are so many hot guys who are straight. That's a huge tease for me. Then I forced myself to think of a good thing. It's good that there more more hot gay guys than I'll ever need. That made me think of a bad thing. They will never be able to make a Wolverine action figure without making the claws out of lame pliable plastic that droops in one direction or the other due to the fear of stupid kids hurting themselves. I guess I should consider it a good thing that they make action figures oriented to the desires of full grown dorks like myself.

All Nighter

Sun, 16 Sep 2007 18:03:40 GMT

2pm Sunday
Tomorrow I change shifts and have to work from 11pm to 7am. Therefore, I need to sleep all day tomorrow to be ready to work. What better way to sleep all day tomorrow than to stay up all night tonight? So I'm staying up all night. I have to work 3pm-11pm, then I'm up the rest of the night. I'll come back and edit this post a couple times throughout the night to let you know what I did to keep myself busy. If you have any ideas on things to keep me busy all night, I'm all ears. Bear in mind that caffeine gives me migraines, so that's out.
11:40pm Sunday
I just got home from work. I put styling putty in my hair today, so I'm going to wash it out. I normally wouldn't shower at the beginning of an all nighter, but I keep running my fingers through styling putty and I don't like it. After that, Curtis and I are going to play Halo online for a while.

All Nighter 007, originally uploaded by davestevely.

2:45am Monday
Curtis and I played some video games and he went to bed. I am now all on my own. The only response I've gotten in regards to things to do is my younger cousin inviting me to join facebook. I have now put on my MooseHat and I plan to clip my toenails. Joan Osbourne "Let's Just Get Naked" came on my iPod on shuffle and it was perfect. THE MOOSE IS LOOSE. When I get tired I get loopy, like Paula Abdul.

All Nighter 010, originally uploaded by davestevely.

All Nighter 044, originally uploaded by davestevely.

6:15am Monday
Not much more to go. I can hit the hay at 7, and I'm pretty excited for that. Since the last post, I clipped my toenails on the front porch, played more Halo, and washed the dishes. I also had a self portrait photo shoot with the lamp, minus the lamp shade for lighting effect. As my all nighter draws to an end, I'd like to thank my iPod, video games, and of course MooseHat for helping me along the way. At 7am I will go to bed until 2pm. I have a feeling that I'm going to dream about over sleeping and missing work. I'm just a nervous person that way.
What have I learned by staying up all night? If you have the opportunity to make something a bit more sexy, by all means, do it. Unbutton one more button on your shirt. Roll your T Shirt sleeves up a bit. Put a metal chain necklace on with that wifebeater. Get a little sexier, the world will treat you better.
Keep it down, some of us are trying to sleep,
Stever the Beaver

All Nighter 013, originally uploaded by davestevely.

Goodnight, woofy

I'm still here

Tue, 11 Sep 2007 13:12:40 GMT

After many months of silence, I'm posting a new update.
I'm in my fourth year of medical school, which means I have the most free time I've had in 3 years. I just submitted my application for residency, which was a pain, and rather expensive, but it's nice to have it done. I'm applying to Dermatology, because it's the best specialty in medicine and will definately fit my lifestyle. I don't have a whole lot of choice as to where I end up for residency, depends where I can get in. So we'll see what happens there. I'll find out in March.
In other news, I will be doing a month in Seattle mid Feb through mid March and one in Japan in April. I'm really excited for those. Right now I'm working at the ER in Detroit Receiving. It's pretty interesting. I had been out in the suburb hospitals a bit too long and I forget some things. For example, I forgot that weed isn't a drug. So when I ask a patient if he does any drugs and he says no, then later he tells me he was smoking a joint last night, that is my bad for not asking about weed.

The third wheel longs to be a bicycle

Thu, 03 May 2007 03:30:37 GMT

I had a really good time in Cleveland this weekend. I met some really nice, really hot guys. My only complaint for the weekend is that I seemed to be hanging out with couples the whole time.
It really made me miss travelling with my ex. Since the weekend, I haven't been able to shake this feeling. I want to talk to him again, but I know that's not a good idea. I just really wish I had someone right now.
But enough with the whining, I had a really fun weekend. And I'm a winner, I'll meet Mr. Right someday.

Like a sunrise in the middle of the night...

Thu, 12 Apr 2007 02:10:36 GMT

We went to Backstreet Saturday night. I had Sunday off and a really nice guy and great DJ was in town playing at the club. He had to work the next morning, so I made it clear ahead of time that he could do what he needed, but I wanted to go out. He decided to come out and dance for a bit, but we drove separately so he could leave when he needed.
At the club, he got a better glimpse of who I really am, and I did the same of him. It was very revealing. I was my attention-seeking, flirtatious self and he got quite jealous. I ran into a really hunky guy I know. Somehow the conversation with my date turned to an evaluation of why I had never pursued the hunky guy. The jealous undertones were staggering. Later in the night, I could tell that he stayed later than he had planned, so I asked if he would be alright for work the next day. I walked him out but he left without saying much more.
When we talked on the phone the next night, he asked what happened after I left and if I had slept with the hunky guy. I put his curiousity to rest and then we began discussing where our relationship was and what we wanted to do. It started as such an innocent conversation, but then the break-up dialogue crept in. It was a surprise, but we both recognized it when it showed up.
So now it's over, and to be honest, I'm relieved. I didn't see us together in the longterm, and he was very adamant that he only wanted that. Now that I'm not even dating anyone, maybe I'll get the guts to talk to the stud in my gym. I'm just worried that the gym won't be as much fun when I can't fantasize about him since he'll tell me he's straight. Wait, I just got a new fantasy...
P.S. I never realized how clever 80s synthesizer star Adam Ant's name was until I typed the word adamant.

It's not you, I'm dissatisfied with everything in life

Sat, 31 Mar 2007 12:31:50 GMT

I started seeing a new guy. It's nothing serious yet, just a couple dates. He's a really nice guy, and we have a lot in common. On paper, he would seem to be everything I'm looking for. He likes comics, video games, has a nerdy side but isn't a super mega dork. Unfortunately, I'm just not excited about the relationship. At the risk of sounding cliche, I just don't feel that "spark". I'm not giving up yet though. I'm on my surgery rotation right now, and I find that in general I'm a grumpy gus who isn't satisfied with anything. So I'm thinking this may be contributing to the lack of luster in the relationship.
The hard part is that I never know how long to try a relationship before you know it isn't going to work. It's a lot easier when you know on the first date that it won't work. Right now, I don't know if it will work and I'm caught in a "maybe, but more on the 'no' side". The other hard thing, is that this is the hardest reason to explain to someone as to why you don't want to date anymore. It even sounds stupid to me to say, "Nothing in particular makes me want to stop dating, I just have a feeling."
So I'll keep at it a bit more and see what happens.

Etiquette 101: Lesson 1: Diarrhea

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 04:26:10 GMT

Having diarrhea is something that no one enjoys. Just because your intestinal tract has taken control of your life away, doesn't mean you need to be inconsiderate of others. Proper manners and etiquette apply to every situation, even diarrhea.
In some ways, diarrhea is just like any other bowel movement, so the basic rules apply.
1. It's polite to use a candle to combat foul odor. The flame of the candle can burn up the methane in the air, which is the gas that provides the foul odor. A scented candle has the added benefit of producing a fragrant smell.
2. If you use up the last of the toilet paper, it is your responsibility to replace the roll. Make certain that the roll is properly aligned so that the flap of paper hangs over the top of the roll with the loose end on the side of the roll opposite the wall, handing down.
3. If you clog the toilet, use a plunger to remedy the problem. (This rule usually will not apply to diarrhea.
There is another set of rules that are more unique to diarrhea. The more liquid constitution of diarrhea creates a risk of mess due to "splash factor".
4. When finished, lift the toilet seat to see if any of your loose stool has splashed onto the underside. If this has occurred, use a piece of toilet paper to clean it up.
5. Be certain to watch the toilet bowl after flushing. Diarrhea often contains many unformed elements which may be buoyant. Should something remain in the bowl after one flush, additional flushes will be necessary. Do not leave anything in the bowl.
If you follow these basic rules, your friends, family and roommates won't be punished by your bowel every time you are.

Neurology: Day 1

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 03:21:03 GMT

I started my Neurology rotation today. So far, it seems like a pretty cool specialty. The doctors are cool and impress me by swearing, haha. But they also put me in my place today. I felt so stupid for not knowing everything about Neurology, but I studied tonight, so tomorrow I'll see if I can impress them.
My patient had a stroke and has hemisensory agnosia, which means he ignores the left side of his body. He doesn't know who's hand it is and why it's in his bed. It's a very bizarre phenomenon. His brain is damaged in the area that ties things together, so he pretty much ignores everything on his left. He only reads the right half of sentences. It's so very interesting and sad.

The World of Designer Toys

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 02:58:29 GMT

I found this place in Royal Oak called Lift Footwear, and they sell designer toys. One of my favorite things about visiting real cities like Toronto and Chicago and San Fran is checking out the toy stores. Now I find that I have my very own. Anyway, I joined their mailing list, and tomorrow(Thursday, Jan 18) night they're having a release party for the new Dunny figures. There will be free beer at 8pm. So call me asap if you want to go, especially you, scimeMI.

Elderly Badass

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 04:09:07 GMT

Working at the Veteran's Hospital for the month is really curbing my desire to be a badass. I was really ready to get a kick ass tattoo on my back. However, seeing aging hardasses hobbling around with ponytails, ZZ Top beards and tattoos that look like newsprint stretched on silly putty can really change your outlook on the topic. I'm not saying every veteran makes me want to fight aging with the vigilance of the good people at Oil of Olay. But now I've certainly seen my fair share of wheel chair bound Hell's Angels, and the name is eerie when you see one of the guys in a hospital. But I think I'll go through with my badassification, because I'm not a veteran so I don't have to worry about it, right?

P.S. for "badassification" the spell check has the following suggestions: beautification, satisfaction, disaffection

It's been a while

Fri, 22 Dec 2006 18:56:34 GMT

Things I've meant to post about but didn't do:
1) They took the lyrics to one of the songs from teh new Of Montreal ablum and changed them to be an Outback Steakhouse commercial. I hate it because it's a great song and the lyric changes are horrible. But I'm hoping that the band gets paid for it.
2) I finally made the cover of one of the gay weeklies, which was one of my non-intellitual goals in life. So that's awesome.
3) I did a month in family medicine, and it was pretty alright. It's nothing exciting, but I guess some people go for that.
That's what's been on my mind but I've been too lazy to type about.

The Cure for Road Rage

Mon, 20 Nov 2006 16:15:25 GMT

Well, my elective month has come to an end. This means that I have to go back to studying everyday with reading and doing questions. So, last night I had that feeling I used to get in school on Sunday nights after a holiday break. You know it's over and wish it wasn't, and wish that you had done more with your free time.
Randy and I went to Somerset because he thought he needed a new dock for his iPod, but he actually didn't. In the parking lot, he had a run in with a rude wasp couple who was mad that he "pulled out" on them in the parking lot, although they were happy to take our spot. I didn't even notice the guy throw his hands up, but Randy did and then rolled down the window and asked if there was a problem. It was a very passive-aggressive typical wasp interaction, capped off with the guy's girlfriend chiming in with "go back to your country." Her prejudice apparently doesn't even know the bounds of ethnicity and she assumes anyone she doesn't like is a foreigner, but I didn't get hot blooded.(get it? hehehe)
Then as we were heading back to the highway, Randy realized he needed to jump a couple lanes so we didn't miss the entrance ramp. He hopped in the middle lane and a white Mercedes came barrelling up on us, flashing its lights. As you may know, I'm quite a road rager, so I flipped them the bird. Then they passed on the left and one threw a partially filled(optimist here, notice I didn't say partially empty) bottle of water that hit our car. Randy called the cops and we tailed the guys. At the next light, they had their window down and a legitimately foreign driver shouted "was your fault" a couple times. Well, we lucked out and the cops were right there. So they pulled the guys over, we made witness statements and went on our way. The officers, one of which was rather cute, told us that it's a 90 day jailtime misdemeanor, so that dude could be effed in the a.
Since I was in that mood, the whole experience left a sour taste in my mouth. I wish we could've just gotten along with all those yuppie idiots. So maybe my road rage is cured. I'm picturing myself driving around and smiling and waving to people and being overly nice, but we'll see what really happens when I'm back in my big ole Tahoe and some halfwit decides to ride a lane out right until it closes it a construction zone.

The Anal-retentive Roommate, hehehe

Thu, 16 Nov 2006 04:05:48 GMT

So, I'm pretty much the only one who cleans around here. I understand that this is just the way it must be. You see, I'm the pickiest about cleaning. I think you need to use soap, you should wash your hands before putting clean dishes away, and mop soap should be mixed with Holy water instead of regular to keep the demons from coming up from Hell through the floor. My "crazy" roommates don't have these standards, so I'm the cleaner. It's mostly just that we each have a limit to how dirty we can stand a room before we must have it clean. I think their limits are when Fraggles move in and those little builder men keep pissing your dog off(just a joke, we don't have a dog, I wish). My limit is a little closer to clean, so I'm the uncomfortable one, so I clean.
Most of the time, it doesn't bug me. I even like it a little. It turns out I'm a huge control freak, and being the one who cleans the house and does it his way makes me feel like Steven Seagal in the sack, you totally know it's all about him and if she thinks otherwise she gets a karate chop and a wisecrack in that raspy robot voice. When it does bother me, are days like today. I washed the same spoon twice. After work, there was quite a mountain of dishes. "Oh, Fujiyama dai skii ni nata. Nihon kara dekaketaku nai yo." I washed one spoon with a massive battle scar on the back, like those scars on his cheeks that Seal got in that knife fight (wait, those aren't from a knife fight?). Then, I cooked quite an elaborate, delicious, gay-all-the-way dinner, so I thought I'd do the dishes before bed. Afterall, no one likes to wake up to dirty dishes, or a dead prostitute. I washed big dishes, flat dishes, cup-like dishes, and then bam! In my face! The same spoon. He was so smug with his big scratch-like scar. It was like he was saying, "Remember me!?" in the voice that Danny Devito used when he played the Penguin in Batman Returns. Well I washed him, put him away, and then I instantly got hungry and wanted to dirty another dish. What's up with that? Everytime you do dishes, you got hungry. I guess that's my point, as soon as dishes are done, you're hungry again.
P.S. Good work, South Africa. We can now officially get married in Africa, boys.(When you say "boys" there, say it like military buddies, not like an old gay man at high school wrestling match.)

Psychotherapy

Thu, 09 Nov 2006 19:27:38 GMT

I'm doing an elective rotation in psychotherapy right now. It's fairly interesting, although a fundamental difficulty is the fact that I can't actually sit in on therapy since that would break down the whole doctor/patient relationship. So I've been doing a lot of reading on psychiatric theory and talking about it. It's still pretty interesting, and it makes me think a lot about my relationships and behaviors.
That's the boring side of what I'm doing. On the fun side, the band I'm still pretty obsessed with is having a YouTube video contest. I'm hoping to shoot my video this weekend. I have it all planned and storyboarded and I think it will be great. It's going to involve a forbidden love affair between my hunky GI Joe figure and another, as yet to be named, action figure. I'll post a link when I'm done.

A pleasant dream

Fri, 13 Oct 2006 10:43:46 GMT

I've been eating pretty late at night and I think it's making me dream more than usual.
Last night I dreamed that my family had a huge garage sale. We were apparently famous for the event and people came from afar to attend. My whole family was involved selling things, including cousins, aunts and uncles. My aunt was selling this little Elvis figure that was selling auction style where people could see the current high bid and pay more if they wanted. It was up to $254. My uncle told me a story about selling a guy a lame CD once but telling him it was super awesome and hardcore. There was also a talent show. I’m not sure what I did in the show, but I did something.
There was a seashore area and people were hanging out and swimming and grilling. This one girl had all these exotic pets, including an animal that looked like a lemur or something, but she called it some kind of iguana. It was green and furry, but had little spikes down its back like an iguana, only they were soft like a stuffed animal. It’s mouth was full of saliva that looked like cottage cheese, and I was eating a grilled turkey burger, so it grossed me out and I didn’t hang around it.
There were a couple of bands there. I remember that one was Anthrax, and the other was another hardcore band, but I can’t remember their name. They had a logo with a “T” and I think psycho was in their name. There were three guys in the band and they didn’t take themselves too seriously, with crazy costumes and stuff.
A couple of my gay friends from school were there but they loved skateboarding, which isn’t true in real life. They were playing a game where one would throw a ball and the other would have to go retrieve it on skateboard. It was cool because they were playing in the streets which were really hilly like San Francisco. I got distracted by them for a bit and when I came back things were wrapping up and they announcing things. I won second place in the talent show, which awarded me two CDs and a week in Belgium with some famous DJ to learn how to DJ and to party.

Maybe it's the indy rock...

Tue, 10 Oct 2006 02:59:32 GMT

Or maybe I'm bipolar. I just ordered a bunch of CDs from a band called "Of Montreal". Maybe you've heard of them. If so, you should feel cool for knowing them before me. But anyway, I feel bipolar because my mood has been flipping without warning, like a grade school science project involving a small scale explosion of some sort that builds a lot of anticipation but leaves the class in disappointment, thinking, "Maybe my parents thought baking soda and vinegar volcanoes were 'groovy' but I spent hours last night shooting nerds from other countries with a sniper rifle on my X-Box. I'm not impressed."
Or maybe my mood is just following the weather, in which case, I would again be comparing my mood to a phenomenon of science.
Work is going well. I have a patient with dementia who flushed all her money down the toilet, keeps stealing things from her roommate, and says it was very nice to meet me everytime I see her. I like to fantasize that the dementia is just an act because she got bored with her mundane life and wanted to be able to do and say anything she wants. And then she's going to say, "Thanks for being nice to me while I was here, Steve. You'll be a good doctor." And she'll wink as she walks out and then says something crazy. The rest of my patients need to stop smoking, lose weight, or stop drinking so they can live a little longer, but most of them have decided not to do that. I get Saturday and Sunday off this weekend, so I'm very excited for that.

Tue, 26 Sep 2006 20:42:31 GMT

This weekend we got away to Saugatuck for a little mini vacation. I really didn't appreciate all the freedom I had the last two years of medical school. I would never want to travel because it was hard to be dedicated and study when I was somewhere else. But now, I have to work all kinds of weekend hours and can't get away even if I want to. I'm getting used to it though. Plus, November and December I'll be working jobs that don't have weekend shifts, so it'll be such a treat after this stretch of three months with a total of 12 days off.
Saugatuck was just as fun as ever. I get the feeling when I'm there that I will someday retire there. I like our trips because we get a mix of the different social groups of the region. We usually end up going to a fancy dinner and cocktail party, where we get to hob nob with socialites and discuss the political atmosphere of the State of Michigan. Everyone introduces himself and then asks if we live there or if we're visiting. Once we say we're visiting, they ask where we're from and then mention someone they know who lives or once lived there. Then, we go to the bar and mingle with the blue collar boys. Most of them are staying at the resort or have a campsite for the summer. At either gathering, there's enough booze and flirting for me to be comfortable. It does make me stop and wonder what my life will be like in the future. I usually picture a nice home and some weekly gathering of friends. Then inevitably it reduces to a post-apocalyptic vision where I lead the homos in conquering the world to the blaring tunes of Judas Priest, Scissor Sisters and Queen. But then again, I'm an odd fellow.

rrGGRRRGGgghh

Sat, 09 Sep 2006 05:24:52 GMT

That is the noise of my livejournal rising from the dead. The hospital has been keeping me busy. I basically go in at 6:30 to see my patients before our team makes rounds. Then I get off between 3 and 5, except every fourth day when I have to stay until 9 or 10. Then I either go to the gym or just come straight home. Then I study, cook dinner, clean the house a bit, do laundry, etc. Then I usually hit the hay and start all over when the alarm goes off at 5:30. And the every 4 days things applys to weekends too. So I get 2 Saturdays and 2 Sundays off a month, and only one of each are in the same weekend.
So I don't have all that much free time anymore, but I figure it just means I need to make the most of what I have. So I have to put a stronger effort into my social time, haha.
On another note, I just started at Oakwood Hospital in Dearborn. Apparently over there, everyone greets eachother with "How are you?" I noticed because I usually say "Good morning" or "Good afternoon" to which people reply, "Good, and you?" At first I would just stare, they'd realized what happpened and we'd all have a good laugh. But now, I just say "good, thanks" and they don't even notice.

Me on the internet

Sat, 19 Aug 2006 12:06:26 GMT

A little while ago, Toyfare magazine had a treasure hunt contest in one of their issues. It was like a scavenger hunt and you got a couple months to get as much stuff on the list as possible. The prizes were pretty valuable($10,000 in toys for the grand prize) so I decided to give it a go. The official winners will be in the issue that hits stand Oct. 11, but I figure I have a pretty good chance because they put one of my entries on the website.
http://www.wizarduniverse.com/magazine/toyfare/001405845.cfm
This also prompted me to search for my name and see where else I am on the internet. Most of the sites were no surprise, groups I have been active with in school, that kind of thing. But this one came up and I have no idea when I made an official statement about farting in cars. I don't even remember reading that, much less in April 2003.
http://www.amusingfacts.com/cgi-bin/surf/surf_pass.cgi?template=st.html&cfile=apr1603.html
I hope I win a buttload of toys. Then I just have to find a way of getting out of paying the taxes on my winnings.