putting headcrab in headcrabmas
work is getting festive like whoa

had what i’m pretty sure was a visual migraine today. after coming back to the office from a work meeting i noticed my eyes were adjusting to the light really slowly. after another 10 minutes i noticed that no, they weren’t in fact adjusting slowly, but something weird was going on. you know the white flashes you get from being blinded or from rubbing your eyes? imagine that going off around the edges of your eye, leaving you with a tiny bit in middle you can see out of
no pain associated with it, but a throbbing sensation in the eyes and and a really faint ringing sound. built for 20 minutes, then went away for 20 minutes. after that, totally ok, like nothing even happened.
read up on it and the general medical input is “no cure other than treating the symptoms and avoiding the things that trigger migraines”. unfortunately, the things that trigger migraines can be summarized as food, water, air, and living, so good luck with that.
at least i heard about these before from one of my classes so i managed to avoid having a “oh god, brain tumor heart attack alien control beam” type hypochondria
i like this pic of me from the photoshoot saturday
it’s still cheesy, but passably so i think
yesterday while i was at work the CIA cut the brake line on my bike

fortunately for me, it’s not as effective as cutting the brake line on a car
if there’s one thing that the salton sea taught me is that the apocalypse will stink like a mother.




rotting fish smell, stepping on beaches covered in fish skeletons, and flies everywhere. giant monster swarms of flies.
on the bright side, i got to kick a door in. i always wanted to do that.
glanced at the date today and had a brief panic moment that i forgot my girlfriend’s birthday before remembering that
i might be working too much.
conversation snippets from my vicinity, provided without contexts:
“if it wasn’t for pity fucks, i’d get no pity at all”
“weaponize those hips and i could probably sell it to the pentagon”
“he’s just a piece of skin around her dick”
in other news, apparently my vicinity’s clever phrases apparently all sound sexual in nature.
1. You can ONLY answer Yes or No.
2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks. And believe me, the temptation to explain some of these will be overwhelming…nothing is exactly as it seems.
3. It is harder than it looks. But no explanations !!! You will want to…but don’t!!!
What is your name? Yes
How old are you? Yes
What’s your favorite three letter prog rock band? Yes
How about your favorite doctor? No
How many digits of pi do you know? Yes
What city would you like to be living in? No
If you could be any member of Hitler’s inner circle, who would you be? Yes
What would you name a crow? No
Finish this line: I never eat a pig cause a pig is a ___? No
Mugabe: good dictator or bad dictator? No
Why did John Wilkes Booth shoot John Lennon? Yes
Twas brillig and the slithy toves? No
Tea or coffee? Yes
What’s your favorite number? Yes
What Cannibal Corpse song best describes your current mood? Yes
What’s the stone in the middle of an arch called? Yes
What plant is canola oil made from? No
Palm? No
Olive? No
Seriously, I want to know. Yes
You’re good. Yes
C’mon, just tell me. No
I hate you. Yes
long story short: i’m fine
long story long: woke up today and my right leg was still asleep. didn’t think much about it and went to work
got home, tried using the phone, fingers started spazzing around a bit and i noticed that now both right leg and right arm were numb and tingling. went “uh…”, tried to walk it off, leg got worse, so per shannon’s offer went up to hospital to make sure it wasn’t something bad in the brain
once there they said that it’s probably nothing serious since i’m not in any danger group and don’t have a other symptoms, but they’ll do tests to make sure. got tested for stroke and transient ischemic attack (ministroke), negative on both, and it basically looks like by coincidence i managed to somehow impede blood flow to leg (which btw is still annoyingly numb) on the same day that my RSI acted up and my hand on the same side went numb.
eh, better safe than sorry i guess. the cat scan machine is neat.
well, that’s a scary interlude. . . I particularly love the: “well we don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t look like a stroke — teeheee!”
well, stroke/ministroke is really the only bad case. otherwise it’s just “you impeded bloodflow to your leg. let us know if it doesn’t just fix itself in a week or so”
i’ve had it pretty much my entire 20s and it was probably time to let that go.
edit: i’m keeping track of how many times i touched my lip while thinking and freaked out for a second. 6 as of now.
aaearhart 6:25 pm on December 6, 2010 Permalink
appropriately so