edi plz, control your strength
edi plz, control your strength
Within the last couple days:
• Robin Willians died
• an innocent black teenager was shot to death
• a police officer at west lake mall maced a black man that just happened to walk by, then arrested him and refused him water
• policemen have been using brute force against peaceful protesters
• Ebola has broken out
• 94 people were killed in 3 days in the Ukraine
• people have begun to plan a real life purge
Someone please tell me. What, in THE HELL is going on
I’d joke about breaking seals of the apocalypse, but that’d only be because I cope with horrible things with bad humor.
One minor point (as Westlake is the mall right next to my office, where I often go for lunch): it was mall security from Valor Security, not an actual badged SPD officer, who pepper sprayed Ray Wilford.
Our local police have had issues with protests before (see: WTO, et al), but this particular incident isn’t on them.
In fact, as the security guard may have crossed off mall property into the public space, my understanding is that the police have started an inquiry to determine if he crossed onto public property to pepper spray Wilford, and should thus be dealt with accordingly.
Anecdotes by medical practitioners"A woman came in for a baby check with her 6-month-old and she had what looked like chocolate milk in the baby’s bottle. So he started explaining to her as kindly as he could that she shouldn’t be giving her baby chocolate milk. At which point she interrupts him and says, ‘Oh that isn’t chocolate milk. It’s coffee! He just loves it!”
"I had a patient come in for an STD check. She was very upset and continued to tell me that she only had one partner. Progressing through my assessment, she further divulged that even if he was sleeping with other people it shouldn’t matter ‘because he uses a condom every time and he makes sure to wash it thoroughly after every use’.”
"Had a lady who measured her baby’s temperature by pre-heating the oven and putting one hand in front of it while the other hand was on the baby’s forehead. She told the nurse her baby’s fever was about 250 degrees.”
"Lady has to have foot amputated and is given waiver forms to sign pre-op. Buddy asks if she needs time to think about it. She’s very nonchalant and doesn’t seem to care much what they do. He gets suspicious and probes a bit as to why she’s not more concerned. She says she gets that they have to operate and it’s OK because the foot will grow back.”
"I had a couple who had been trying to conceive for over two years. I asked all the usual questions, how often do you have sex, any previous pregnancy, etc etc. Something seemed off to me during the consult, so I continued to ask questions. Finally I asked if he ejaculated while inserted into the vagina. Both parties looked confused.Turns out the couple was not having insertional sex at all. I had to awkwardly explain to them how insertional sex works. Diagrams were required.”
"Patient comes in, she’s upset. She’s pregnant, and she doesn’t understand why. She’s on the pill. Upon talking to her at great length, I find out that she only takes the pills on the days that she is sexually active – no other time.”
"Patient comes in with her bf. They are indignant, as if somehow I could’ve prevented [the pregnancy]. The problem? Well, the pills were bothering the girl’s stomach, so, being a gallant bf, he decided to start taking them instead.”
“I was explaining the treatment to the husband of a patient about to be discharged. He kept nodding and agreeing with me, but I knew it was flying over his head. Turned out a fundamental problem was that I was describing the drugs as ‘tablets’ and he had no clue what those were.”This literallyastounds.
But we totally don’t need sexual education in this country.
"But EVERYBODY knows…" what?
Dead Poets Society (1989)
I see a fair number of people around the net asking why Robin Williams, a successful and presumably well-off actor and comedian, would have felt the need to take his own life, or why no one reached out to him. “He must have hid it well” and such.
The hard, sad truth is, depression doesn’t work that way.
Imagine it is raining, and you are out in the wilderness. You have miles to walk to home (a normal mental state), where you can dry off. Medication can provide an umbrella, keep some of the rain off, keep it from getting worse, but you still have to walk all the way back to the house. Telling someone that their life is good, and they have no reason to be depressed? It is like telling them to think of all the nice things they have at home.
And telling them to cheer up is like telling them—while they are still in the rain—”have you tried not being wet?”
People sometimes don’t realize that it’s not a matter of getting up the energy to take your own life. In the depths of depression, that’s the EASY path. That’s just sitting down in the rain and giving up. Not doing so—continuing to put one foot in front of the other, and trudge a few more miles through the rain, even though you are cold and tired and everything aches and your feet have blisters and are bleeding in your shoes—is the hard path. That’s the one that requires energy and willpower.
People hate to see friends depressed. But unless you are a mental health professional, all you can do is walk alongside your friend and keep them company, so they have someone who will see if they look like they are flagging. But even if they do have someone walking there beside them, watching them, people can still slip off that path and get lost in the rain and dark.
It doesn’t mean no one reached out; sometimes, that person walking beside you isn’t enough.
Sadly, I suspect this was one of those times.
Fuck Swype. I was trying to ask if you will be attending San Diego Comic Con next weekend.
No, I won’t be attending SDCC, probably ever. The cost & time required to do SDCC is worth at least 3 other cons in my yearly schedule. I don’t really count it as a comic con anyway, considering 80% of the space is devoted to movies, TV shows, and video games.
Though there are two conditions under which I’d attend. One, I was invited as someone’s guest, had everything arranged for me and paid for (including flights because guess what DC to San Diego is $$$). Two, they finally separate it into 2 events - a comic con, and an entertainment expo with all the hollywood and tv BS. Meeting celebrities and stuff is cool, sure (I mean we all realize if Charles Dance were added to the line up I’d be on a plane tomorrow and I would FIND A WAY IN) but I don’t go to cons to do that. I go to meet comic book writers, artists, creators, and fans. I go to shop for comics and super hero toys.
I’m not even huge on the big publisher panels, because they’re so general and you’re just gonna get all the info online IMMEDIATELY after anyway (I’m not a person who has to be first to know and I don’t really get the competitive nature of that within comics fandom). I can get all the same info as a Marvel panel attendee from my laptop, in my bed, without waiting 9 hours in a line. Panels equate to time you missed on the convention floor. You know who I ran into on a convention floor once? Phil Lamarr. We had an amazing chat about diversity and representation in the comics medium and its adjacent mediums, and it beat listening to some rando ask him stupid questions at a panel. I learned what I wanted to learn. Again, NO LINE WAITING REQUIRED. (The panel exception is lifted for any panel lead by Kelly Sue DeConnick and the Sex Criminals panel that was really just a stream of dirty jokes, a lot of laughter, and a beautiful marriage proposal).
The Gentlenerd hates camping, Anon.
I probably could have answered with a simple “No” huh?
I have some similar feelings on SDCC. Sitting in line for hours is ridiculous.
Only TV panel I would have loved to go to was Fringe which is a moot point now. The rest I’m fine watching onYoutube or reading about later in the day.
Yep. I went to ECCC on a vendor badge and it’s about the only way I can stand cons of significant size anymore. At NYCC I was so overstressed that I had to duck out of the queue-room line twice — once to throw up. Not doing that to myself again.
I feel like everyone should do SDCC once, just so they have the experience and know what it’s like.
And then, if they have any sense, they will never go again.