Friday, September 28, 2007

Joints and flexibility

I was having a brief discussion this morning with someone regarding the joints in the body. I wonder what people in the medical profession would think about this video?

I have been told by various people (some in the medical profession) that I have a great deal of flexibility in my hands and feet. I also have this odd habit of curling my toes under my feet when I am relaxing and it sometimes tends to freak some people out. But that is as far as my flexibility goes.

My knowledge of anatomy and physiology is very limited, yet, I wonder how the heck this woman can do those feats (such as sitting on one's head)?

Monday, September 24, 2007

Inspirational Last Lecture

I came across this. Very inspirational and moving.

What would you say if it was your very last lecture?

Friday, September 21, 2007

Parasite Pals????????

Here is something rather weird. Too weird.

Check out Parasite Pals.


Just when I thought I was getting over the Baby Wee-Wee commerical...

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

BDSM Baby Wee-wee?

I have to say that sometimes I come across something that is just too weird. This is one of them. Yep, Baby Wee-wee. An anatomically correct boy doll that goes around grabbing himself and peeing everywhere. Who wants that? Worse, it was marketed for girls. What I want to know is what does this precisely teach little girls?

Here is a critique from the website that sums it up well:
There are plenty of anatomically correct male potty dolls on the market that wet themselves, but they don't usually waddle, grab themselves and talk — to the delight of their female captors.

Again, what does this doll introduce little girls to? Early introduction to BDSM? Voyeurism? Sex play? Obviously the little girls are delighted at watching Baby Wee-wee needing to go, grabbing, pulling down his pants, and peeing.

I dunno if I should find this terribly funny or disturbing. One thing is for certain. No future child of mine will ever get a Baby Wee-wee.

I think after this I have officially lost my capacity to function for the day...

Friday, September 14, 2007

Friday Cat Blogging

I found this recipe for Kitty Litter Box Cake. Could be quite fun for those with a slightly twisted mind. Hey, why be normal?

Anyhow, I have not yet tried it, but heard it is good. I remember printing out the recipe years ago.

Anyhow, the site also offers recipes for anatomically correct gelatin brain (pickled brains for those wishing to add alcohol) and apple shrunken heads for those whose tastes border on the unusual.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Most Difficult Task

I was thinking, that perhaps the most difficult task I have ever had to do was to sign my mother's DNR order a little shy of one year ago.

I never did see the words on that order through the flood of tears.


Am Always With You

When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do,
You mustn't tie yourself to me with too many tears,
But be thankful we had so many good years.
I gave you my love, and you can only guess
How much you've given me in happiness.
I thank you for the love that you have shown,
But now it is time I traveled on alone.
So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must
Then let your grief be comforted by trust
That it is only for a while that we must part,
So treasure the memories within your heart.
I won't be far away for life goes on.
And if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can't see or touch me, I will be near
And if you listen with your heart, you'll hear
All my love around you soft and clear
And then, when you come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a smile and a "Welcome Home".


Wednesday, September 12, 2007


The above picture is of the Common Blue Morpho butterfly(Morpho peleides). When it spreads it wings out, it has the most beautiful irridescent blue coloration. Words cannot describe the transformation that takes places from seeing it from its folded wings to seeing it with its wings spread out.

There seems to be much legend and lore associated with the Blue Morpho butterfly. No doubt since it is quite a spectacular butterfly sure to evoke the imagination with its almost magical transformation.

One such story a friend of mine once told me is that if you capture the Blue Morpho butterfly, you will achieve your deepest desire. However, a warning comes with this promise. You must be careful because your deepest desire is what you fear the most.

I have yet to capture the Blue Morpho butterfly in its transformation. It keeps fleeting before me and my camera. I have also yet to face my fears. Both continue to elude me.

(The above picture was taken early this summer that I photographed at the Franklin Conservatory. Please click on photo for a nice closeup.)

Tuesday, September 11, 2007


September 11, 2001

Rest in Peace.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Something fun

You Are A Maple Tree

There's not anyone in this world quite like you.

You are full of imagination, ambition, and originality.

Shy but confident, you hunger for new experiences.

You have a good memory and learn easily.

You are sometimes nervous and always complex (especially in love).

Friday, September 07, 2007

Friday Cat Blogging

I find this rather creepy. Certainly more creepy than cute. Creete?

Anyhow, I think it is the facial expression on the thing is probably what I find creepy. Something weird about its eyes that I can't quite put my finger on it. Sort of ghastly, no? Something you might see in Stephen King's Pet Semetary.


Sorry, but this to me is more of a fashion faux pas rather than a fashion statement.

I remember about 15 years ago wearing a certain black mini skirt to work. It was made of this nice cotton/lycra material. Very form fitting. Unfortunately, left very little margin for error so to speak. The problem was that I had gained about 10 pounds at that time since I purchased the skirt. As a result, the thing kept creeping up to my bum all day long. I kept pulling it down during the course of the entire day. Fortunately, it did not show anything as in the above photo, but it would not have taken much more for the public to see my choice in underwear--seriously, another inch or two is all it would have taken.

I did notice that on that particular day, I got great service at the hospital cafeteria, was asked to cut in line at the cashier at same cafeteria, and never had to even touch a door to have it opened for me. Hypothetically speaking, if I were to have added a corsette to that outfit rather than the sweater I was wearing, I think I would not have had to do any work that day as well, no?

Digression aside, sometimes, there is such a thing as leaving something to the imagination, no? As well as clothing that is not tacky.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

With Bells On

It is no secret that I have been in a depression lately. Sadly, all those around me seem to notice despite my best efforts to conceal. I suppose my sensitivity and desire to be reclusive are the tipoff.

So, I am going to get these to brighten my mood. The sound of bells always seems to lift my mood. Although I realize that the sound may be muffled by the socks I wear during the day. If not, hopefully my labmates will not find me too distracting.

The problem with the decision is deciding if I should get one of each or two of each. I rather like the idea of wearing silver bracelets on each ankle, so I am thinking about two of each.


Mother's Watch
by Andrea Hill

I sit beside you, Mom
On death’s doorstep you lay
I set my head upon your wrist
As I bow my head to pray

The world to me shut off
The silence here is thick
Alone just you and I
And your watch’s rhythmic tick

I block out all my pain
And loss I’m sure to feel
I concentrate now deeply
On the tick your watch reveals

I sit here now for days
And hear the rhythmic sound
I contemplate you being gone
The thought now seems profound

The time for you is near
To enter Heaven’s Gate
I’ll stay here by your side
Until your journey is complete

It’s months now since you’ve passed
My wounds are healing slow
I want so much to hear your voice
To see your smile’s glow

I lay my head upon my wrist
When my feelings are too strong
I hear your watch’s rhythmic tick
And know you’re never gone

In Remembrance

This morning I was all too saddened to hear of his passing.

The world seems dimmer without this star.

Sleep well my friend. You fought the good fight. I will miss your mastery.
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