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ambrosia1231
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the old blog-sharing thread was primarily for links


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"In the psych ER, most of the patients are kept in a large open room so they can be monitored. There are a few beds in private rooms that are reserved for people that are medically ill (i.e. with foleys or ostomies, see prior posts) or sometimes for patients who are extremely loud and disruptive. These rooms are, for the most part, vacant.

When you walk into the unit, you have to pass right by these private rooms. I showed up for call one night and heard somebody singing that "Day-O" banana boat song. I went to get some coffee before starting the shift then walked onto the unit. "Day-O" had stopped by now. I walked past the first room, and I heard this loud bark that scared the crap out of me. It wasn't the volume that startled me, but the direction it came from-it was low to the ground, just like a Rottweiler would be.

I looked over my shoulder, and things just started getting weirder. There was a huge black woman with no legs, who still probably weighed over 300 pounds. She was scooting around on the floor, a la Eddie Murphy on Trading Places, except this lady didn't have a skateboard or sunglasses. To make matters worse, she was obviously on her period, and she was leaving a brownish-red trail like breadcrumbs so you could see everywhere she's been. It reminded me of when your dog has worms and drags his dirty ass all over your carpet.

As soon as we made eye contact, she said "How you doin', Boo?" I walked away to hear her seranading me with another round of "Day-o.""

from an er/psych medblog

4/29/2009 9:07:18 PM

NeuseRvrRat
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4/29/2009 9:09:14 PM

dagreenone
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4/29/2009 9:09:27 PM

ambrosia1231
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don't worry
I'll eventually post some from the sex blogs, too.

4/29/2009 9:10:23 PM

Ernie
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http://azadcreative.com/2009/04/the-art-of-crafting-beautiful-stylesheets/

4/29/2009 9:11:05 PM

TroopofEchos
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wasn't that a House episode? some woman singing Day-O

[Edited on April 29, 2009 at 9:11 PM. Reason : fuck grammar.]

4/29/2009 9:11:11 PM

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4/29/2009 9:11:35 PM

elkaybie
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"I am NOT a sexist...
... but I DO think women's basketball is, well, B.S. I tried having this conversation/debate with an old buddy of mine and his wife the other night, but let's just say that I probably didn't do the best job of making my point. Whether or not that fact has anything to do with the small army of Stella Artois I had consumed up to that point is another matter altogether. Well, probably not another matter ALTOGETHER, but you get my drift.

Anyway, there's one particular point that I really tried to make, but for the life of me couldn't seem to get across. I think I had my wife and my buddy's wife equally ready to knock me out, so at least I was successful in that regard. The point I was trying to make is basically this: women just aren't athletic enough to play basketball in the way that I feel it needs to be played.

Now before you get rolling down the "But they play it with more skill ... There's more fundamentals. Yada. Yada. Yada" path, let me stop you. I'm not saying that women aren't skilled enough to play basketball. In fact, I'd agree with you on just about all of those points. Women probably are more skilled. They without a doubt rely more on fundamentals than their male counterparts. But that's more out of necessity than it is some higher calling to play a purer brand of basketball. Trust me, if Diana Taurasi could double-pump a fake-behind-the-back-pass before dunking in traffic, her two-handed set bounce pass would not look so damned perfect. We would all make that choice, let's not kid ourselves. I personally can't make either choice. My double-pump pass fake and my two-handed setter are both equally ineffective. Such is life.

So my argument basically lies in one indisputable fact: the level of athleticism that men bring to the table surpasses that of women basketball players. And for this guy, that level of athleticism ALONE is what makes basketball a fun sport to watch. We've all at some point seen a grainy black-and-white film of a bunch of dudes running around in circles, shooting set shots, and generally being a bunch of boring A-holes with high dribbles. Those dudes were NOT athletic. The brand of basketball they played makes me consider a fork to my eyeball a reasonable alternative. It was just UGLY.

Now I don't really give a crap about my history being exactly right (so spare me any corrective emails) but once the Wilts, Russells, David Thompsons, Magics and Jordans showed up in the world of basketball, things started to change. Basketball morphed from whatever-the-hell it was before into what we see today: giant dudes playing a game that's a large percentage above-the-rim. And THAT'S the game that I love. I want 9 out of the 10 players on the floor to be able to dunk on a fast break. I want at least 5 of them to be able to dunk in traffic. I want there to be a chance that one of those dunks in traffic gets shoved right back down the offender's throat. I want backdoor alley-oops. I want rebounds collected 11 feet above the floor, brought down and outlet passed to the streaking 6'7" guy that's got a windmill on his mind.

And for that? I'm willing to sacrifice that textbook bounce pass; that picture-perfect jump shot; that game of team basketball that is played with an overall high level of skill and precision. You can keep it. Look, skill is nothing but repetition by someone with talent. I am in no way trying to diminish the skill that is involved in the women's game. I asked my buddy and his wife to set the "skill" factor aside, because I truly believe that the women's game is just as "skilled" as the men's (if not more so). But, again, that's a product of repetition. (Yes, AI, I'm talkin' 'bout practice, man). But what you can't get by taking 1,000 shots/day in the driveway ... by running layup drills and set plays over-and-over-and-over again in practice ... is the ability to have a 42" vertical combined with a nasty disposition. That's a natural athleticism that genetics and whatever other part of science just won't allow women to possess.

So that's my deal. It really isn't intended as a dismissal of women's ability to play basketball. They play it well enough with the means they're given. It's just that it's not quite good enough to pass this basketball junkie's eye test."

4/29/2009 9:36:41 PM

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"One Summers Eve.... - sinbad

I really don’t even know where to begin with this next story. It has been talked about constantly between my friends and I over the past 4 years and people always ask at the end “did this really happen?”. Yes, it really did.

I forget how the night began, but I do know that a group of my friends met up with a group of girls at a local bar for drinks. As the night went on and guys began staking their claim on which girl they were going to try to shack with, everything became clear. This was one of the few nights I wasn’t confined to the ugly girl, but the next morning, I wish I had been.

I remember last call, and then having the bright idea of inviting everyone back to my house to see how far I could extend the night. Sure enough a few of the girls (including mine) decided to come back for more drinks. Could it be this easy? Yea, it really was.

We make it back to my place when another light bulb went off in my head (this next sequence truly shows the mind of an intoxicated college male) and I figure I want to get my girl alone. “Would you like a house tour?” I say in a drunken slurred state of speech. I remember her laughing and then smiling, then raising herself off the couch, 1-2-3 GO!

We make it to my bedroom where I decide I want to watch a movie, hoping she doesn’t realize that the TV in the living room is twice as big and that I just shut my bedroom door. I cant remember what movie I put on, but after I did, love was in the air. I couldn’t see straight, but I could see well enough to kiss my Saturday night flame. About 20 minutes later, loud bangs on my bedroom door and the sound of her friends screaming “the cab is here, were leaving” interrupted us. She asked if she wanted me for her to stay. What do you think? Its 3am, we were just making out, and this could be going somewhere. I reply “Yes, that would be great, I’ll give you a ride home in the morning.”

She asked for a pair of shorts to sleep in, so I handed her my favorite pair of my Universities basketball shorts for her to sleep in and gave her a shirt. Thirty minutes later, we passed out, movie still going, roommates still drinking and telling stories.

The next morning started off pretty typical. I rolled over and noticed the girl was staring dead into my eyes (ummmm HI!!!!) I tried to make her think I wanted to hang out with her again, but we all know this isn’t true. Yes, guys are deceiving.

I took her home, and then headed back to my house, drank some water, ate some cereal, then went into my room to tidy up a bit. I was getting my clothes ready for the wash, when I saw the pile of clothes the girl was wearing. I went to pick them up when I noticed something wasn’t right. There was an odor coming from the clothes she was wearing. I double checked the floor before I took further action, just to make sure I didn’t have a plate of food behind my chair; I didn’t.

I took the pair of shorts, and took a sniff, it wasn’t 2 seconds later that I began to dry heave so loud I heard my roommate start moving around in his room. The smell was so terrible that I took another whiff, and after that I felt that I was going to vomit. I cant to this day describe the smell, besides that it was definitely like a dried up patch of onions, turds, and sweat.

I ran over to my roommates room and began banging on the door. No way was he going to believe me. I told him the story, and MADE him smell the stench of 40 junkyards and garbage heaps. He began dry heaving. The smell was not capable of being produced by a normal human being. After about 10 minutes of dry heaving, laughing, and finally gathering our senses, (during this time we threw the pair of shorts on our other roommates head while he was sleeping. He woke up smelled them, dry heaved, didn’t find that funny, and then punched me in the arm.) we threw the shorts away and went to lunch.

Sinbad advice: girls, please shower before shacking up with a gentleman…unless you hate him."



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4/29/2009 10:24:46 PM

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