Get thee to Emergency

My new flatmate has had weird stomach pains for the last week or so and last night she thought she had super bad indigestion and spent the night being sick (unbeknownst to me who can apparently sleep through people being violently ill in the next room). Anyhoo she called me this afternoon from the emergency section of the hospital where she had been for the last 5 or so hours having tests and the like. Turns out her gall bladder was stoned or some such thing and they have to remove it. Nasty hey?
I took her toothbrush and some books over to her (the emergency section is just across the road - have I ever mentioned how convenient that is?). I hate the helpless feeling you get when someone is in hospital or really ill. All I have to give are hugs and bad jokes. I can't imagine how a doctor must feel when she has no cure for something.
A lot of the time I really do wish it was me who was sick or injured (especially when someone has broken their left arm, that is my dream injury. A cast for people to write on, sympathy and empathy, what more could a boy want?), just so I don't have that helpless feeling in the pit of my tummy.

Talking about the pit of my tummy, I just ate three giant Caramello Koala's and the pit of my tummy is struggling to digest that fact. I need a pot of green tea stat!

Sorting Out Your Emergency Egresses

The title may be funny to one person if she is reading...

what have i been up to lately you ask? not much i reply.

I am in full holiday mode and have been sleeping in, eating lots, watching video's, spending splendidly lovely Friday and Tuesday afternoons in the city and Fremantle, going to movies....

Yesterday I won a special promotional copy (number 3844) of Hail to the Thief by Radiohead. I'm not much into Radiohead so I'm going to leave it sealed in the hope that one day it will be worth lots of money. Not likely I know. I thought about selling it on ebay but there's a couple already for sale and they're not fetching much.

I have short hair now, super short hair in fact. I can see the tops of my ears again. They look the same still.

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Vezzini: Have you ever heard of Plato? Aristotle? Socrates?
Wesley: Yes
Vezzini:Morons.



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Riding in Buses with Old Men

Today I was sat at a bus stop listening to my discman when an oldish man decided to strike up a conversation with me. Actually it wasn't really a conversation, it was more him talking and me listening with an occasional nod of my head or an "okay" or a "yes". Anyhoo, this very nice old man claimed to be the brains behind - wait for it - arrows at traffic lights. He explained that it used to be just a green light and a red light, green meaning you could go straight or turn left or right, red meaning stop. People were crashing all the time when turning right, and he was in a crash when turning right at a green light. He had to go to court, and he claims that in court he said how he was just following the law and and that they should change how traffic lights work. So someone told him to come up with an idea, and the next day he allegedly called up and told them his arrow idea. Within a few months all NSW traffic lights had arrows and a few months later WA had them.
The bus came just as he finished the story, and as luck would have it he decided to sit himself down right next to me! Next he explained to me the role he had in the pedestrian overpass over Wellington Street, and then he started talking about how he got out of a parking fine or something. He lost me at this point. Oh, he also claims that the Minister for Planning (back in the 70's) and the police organised for him to be stabbed because he wouldn't sell his home which was on land that they wanted to turn into a shopping complex.

It was an interesting chat I must admit, and he was quite a funny old chap, but I find it a little strange when people come up to you and start talking about completely random things. It was a bit of a movie moment really, but I resisted the urge to pretend I was in a movie. I'm not sure as to whether he was telling the truth, stretching the truth, or just making stuff up, but that isn't really important is it? He had a great time chatting to me and I was entertained.

You Can Do What You Want

This post started off as a comment in the last entry but I got carried away and it got too long so I'll just make a new post.

Look, I finally figured out how to change the name of the Shout Outs! I was going to call it 'Comment allez-vous' which I thought was a nice little bilingual pun, but I couldn't really go past Cat Stevens could I? Who will be the first person to Sing Out?

anyhoo, thankyou Jeremy for your webspace offer. you have captured my skinny figure very nicely in the portrait too (look at me everybody). I've been trying to contact you ESP style for the last 15 minutes, but it doesn't seem to be working. I can faintly hear someone chatting in the background though, so I think I may have a crossed line or something (maybe people with tinniutus just have people trying to ESP call them all the time, and the callers are like "pick up the phone!") ooh, and here is a bad joke fresh from my mind:
Patient: Doctor Doctor there's a constant ringing in my ears.
Doctor: Well that's cause there's a phone stuck to your head.

I was going to go further with that joke, but I think it's for the best if I just go now.

PS - I'm getting a mobile phone tomorrow! I am succumbing to the temptation of games, SMS and irritating ringtones - plus it is my birthday present from my folks.

PPS - I got the greatest parcel in the history of great parcels from Jim today. It was full of Magic Gum, CD's with delicately drawn crayon CD covers, and more wit than someone really scary who steals people's wit by sneaking up on them and saying "BOO!".