It wouldn’t be Fathers Day if I didn’t hold dear ol’ Da’s pee bag.
Actually today was a great day. The white thrombosis socks came off, the shunt in his neck came out and the pesky nose tube was removed! Next step is some clear foods and PIC line removal. Baby steps!
Happy Fathers Day all!
Go read this article:
Michael Geist – The Canadian DMCA bill. I started to sputter after the second provision – where converting DVDs, CDs and other medias to portable devices may become a crime if you use a device/program that circumvents the copyright protection. If we’re using these converted files for personal use and not for resale or distribution, why should it matter what we do with the movie/music we bought?
Because we have to buy these media files over and over again to play on various devices, making more money for distributors. Who had a major hand in crafting this bill. If I buy Iron Man on DVD, I would have to buy it from iTunes if I wanted to watch it on my iPod. Cha-ching!
While the law does update some outmoded digital rights, this goes too far into personal freedoms, methinks.
UPDATE: Michael Geist expands succinctly on what the new law would mean – invasion of privacy, a law that barely could be enforced and rights of consumers stripped away (shouldn’t Apple be coming in on a white horse right about now?). He also provides ways of contacting your local and federal reps to protest this flawed law. Write in today!
When Google craps out, it does so in such an interesting way.
Quick elaboration on my Da’s operation: The growth has been removed and is being inspected for cancer cells as I type this but a quick look under the microscope during the operation revealed nothing (whew!). It was thumb sized and mushroom shaped so they cut it off at the stem and sewed that up. After, they found more growth inside the duct and used a rusty ice cream scoop to dig that stuff out (also non-cancerous). So good news!
Yesterday he was groggy but awake, and the epidural wasn’t set high enough so in a bit of pain for an hour or two after. Got that resolved pretty quick. Right now he has more tubes coming out of him than that robot from Saturn 3.
I stopped in this morning and he insisted on a picture of his legs at his request. These lovely white leggings are anti-thrombrosis socks. Air is circulated through them to massage blood clot demons away. They also say “TED” so they remind him with every squeeze that I’m thinking of him! (cue audience: “Aaaaaaww!!!”)
I’m walking to the post-op ward on the way to see Da yesterday, riding a high on the news that the goop they scooped out of his gut wasn’t cancerous and the operation went smoothly. In a secluded corridor I pass a 60s something squat, sweaty man carrying 4 plastic bags. He puts them down and loudly asks me to help him locate a room, the number of which is scrawled across a scrap of paper. It’s one of those room numbers created by a desk jockey astro-navigator: “9N20020”
I pause and say “I think-“.
Before I can say anything else, three orderlies come around the corner and the gentleman cuts me off by saying “These boys look like they’re intelligent!” and enlists their help, wordlessly dismissing me.
I’m… not intelligent looking?
Did you get through Bioshock? Would you kindly watch this video, then?
(If you haven’t and plan to, Spoilers!)(via Boing Boing!)
Prayers, thoughts, goat sacrifices, burnt incense, money offerings to your sky ghost, Anonymous video attack, tossing virgins into a volcano, eating only brown mushrooms, posting less to Slashdot, quiet reflection out the window of your living room, whatever you partake in for spiritual comfort, please include my Da in there too. He’s finally going into the operating room in about 30 minutes.
I fainted yesterday while the anesthesiologist was explaining to Da about an epidural pain management system. Yay!
Do Rogers think we live in a bubble? Do they think that we don’t pay attention to the TV/Radio/Free Metro paper?
Cut the mysterious marketing crap haphazardly slapped together by some hack at One Mount Pleasant (here’s where I mention that the silhouette looks more like a Nokia than the iPhone). Tell us how much. Christ knows we’ve been waiting a full year for this.
To be fair, they’re probably bound by the whole Apple/iPhone/Comwave thing. But to circumnavigate the issue, they still could say “Apple iPhone”, that way the onus is back on Apple.
I’m hooked. Sorry. This meme from The Electronic Replicant. Damn him:
1. type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
2. using only the first page of results, pick one image.
3. copy and paste each of the url’s for the images into big huge lab’s mosaic maker to create a mosaic of the picture answers.
1. what is your first name?
2. what is your favorite food? right now?
3. what high school did you go to?
4. what is your favorite color?
5. who is your celebrity crush?
6. what is your favorite drink?
7. what is your dream vacation?
8. what is your favorite dessert?
9. what do you want to be when you grow up?
10. what do you love most in life?
11. what is one word that describes you?
12. what is your flickr name?
With that listed, can you guess my answers? I fudged the results on two (Click the picture to embiggen):
Some pics from the weekend! We went to the nude beach and saw the most amazing sight: a gentleman powerwalking up and down the beach with the largest unit I have ever seen. When he was walking away from us, full on back to us, we could still see glimpses of his tallywhacker past his outer thigh as he sauntered down the sand. With every pass we (as well as the rest of the beach) couldn’t help stopping our conversation and staring – heads would turn slowly like some zombie slow tennis game. Thankfully (?) no pictures or video even though the Mailman insisted I try.
