Foxy Pathologist

2007-12-09T09:11:00.000-08:00

Fahrt zu Holle....
i've finally gotten 4 straight hours of sleep and can semifunction again. however i do believe that pregnancy/breast feeding is a direct one way microglial draining conduit. i have no more wit or memory. and apparently i have lost all good sense, because i did actually go to a "mommys group" gathering. now i'm sure these would be fairly hideous anywhere, akin to my disasterly experience with the prenatal yoga ohm-earthmommaness, but of course there's nothing quite like the first hand report. ok ok. beyond crunchy, beyond estrogen. what was i thinking. that doesn't even need a question mark, rhetorical doesn't cover it.well i had best go, as my 17 pound smiley doth quake...i did want to write about the term "boggy" but that will have to wait.

2007-06-04T17:46:00.000-07:00

"may i have a splash of hopelessly flawed humanity with that mint julep?"
liz and kate purveying the stinky innards of human nature. avarice and greed as incarnations of big daddy power. what else could grow in that garden but large sunflowers of evility and tragedy? ripening in the rays of debris and more debris...dynamic succubi. i guess liz is more an observer or innocente, while kathryn is in her scuda outfit (self constructed unabashadly in denial apparatus). i just love women with southern accents delivering these killjoys.

2007-05-13T19:10:00.000-07:00

yes, catacombs and cremation
living in the u.s., it is hard to get the mind around the fact that a major city would be sitting on top of (amongst other more logically predictable things like sewers, old city structures, untertrains) a matrix of tunnels of organized human remains. moreover that random everyday people can wander these tunnels and that some actually hang out/do guerilla art/etc in said tunnels is genuinely astounding. the parisian catacombs. huh. and we haven't even gotten to how macabre and surreal bone filled floor to ceiling tunnels are. someone(s) has also organized the remains by bone type, with a slight aesthetic flair using the skulls to break up the monotony of the long bones. and these are the remains of the relatively privileged. i could spend days in those dank old tunnels. however, i would hope to fall short of the catophiles or whatever those people totally obsessed with catacombs are labeled.
which brings us to cremation and the creation of a hapless human clone race. if you needed a new class of worker bees, guinea pig space colonists for gaia xii, a high school science project to secure that harvard admission, enter remainor reanimator...you could salvage dna from most human remains and clone up tons of peeps from the past or not so past. the exception would be the cremated ones, though not impossible, i would think highly unlikely to get enough viable dna for the remaino-clonometer. if the mormons can claim the souls of the departed as converts to mormonism...add water and evil genius. funny that the later day saints, lds, is just a frame inversion from lsd, which you would need to be on to actually believe the book of mormon. but to each his own.

2007-02-25T16:01:00.000-08:00

when i was a girl

i actually did not realize there was a difference between a caftan and a mumu (muu'muu technically)- one being of turkish/ottoman or sometimes russian derivation for men and the other of hawaiian descent for womens. homer sports the mumu. and this really epitomizes my current genderbender identity crisis with the ongoing gestation situation. once a veritable pillar of calm, hyperlogical, finely polished orbital steel, i now stumble through a very foreign, earthly land of unexplained and exponential emotion. i feel (where did that word come from?) suspended in some sort of gender torpor. isn't the quickening some sci-fi thing/stephen king novel? i must record all the pertinent data to take back to my titanium satellite, it explains so much of our observations over the years.

the good news is that in my line of work, one of my business partners is the county medical examiner. this serves as an immense suicide deterrent as i simply cannot fathom him viewing my body (dead or otherwise). so i have extra motivation to suffer through the pain of increased (nice...) migraines that have come with pregnancy.

2007-01-08T18:42:00.000-08:00

i do believe i deserve some sort of exulted decoration for my service of living in the styx.
a white badge of courage or displaced urbanite award of the year or something of the like.
someday i might figure out how to title these.
ambassador of the hood travels to remote village with idiots...

2006-12-19T20:42:00.000-08:00

hmmm.issues with rock paper scissors. first of all dynamite is the way to go with all of them. it blows all of them up. even you cut the fuse with scissors, it's still explosive, though you might die with it with no lead fuse time. after that scissors and rock are pretty much a draw with maybe a scissors advantage. it would take quite a rock to truly pulverize metal unless you're talking about crapo kindergarten plastic scissors. and then there's pummice etc. paper is a dead loser every time in my book.a rock can pulverize paper. scissors-rock sword in stone.
i'll have to market this new game, more of a new personality mmpi type test. who would choose paper? why rock not dynamite? lawbreakers all.

2006-12-12T15:52:00.000-08:00

ok, ok, call me a kgb buzz kill but...
man if you're going to get all hela specialized in super secret international espionage poisons and then use them in the western world for assasinations, would you really want to use something radioactive with a half life of well over 4 months? that's called extremely unusual and inherently traceable with a geiger counter off the back of the cereal box. i can see the appeal of a tasteless, odorless, colorless poison with horrific potential. and maybe the symptoms would be missed in many situations- written off as bad gi with sepsis yada yada. but people's hair falls out for christsakes. it's bad bad bad. bad to use it. and bad to have thought it'd be all clandestine superspy in the first place.

2006-10-01T17:38:00.000-07:00

i've come to the conclusion, after hours of amateur fascination with the mercury, gemini, and apollo programs,that this country never would have made it to the moon, much less "within this de-cade", had it not been for nicotine. mission contol was a smokestack of black rimmed glasses and small black type print protocols. actually it was subinfinitely more than that, but don't get me started on the moon. which brings us to an interesting thread that some grad student somewhere should weave into shall we say a yarn-- what really has been the role of neurostimulants (primarily caffeine and nicotene at this point as meth and coke have i would guess some time dependent constraints due to say la ley and body breakdown) in civilization. would the british have had such an empire sans tea? will mormons be hamstrung in their quest of world domination? i know "hemeneutics" and the "hegemonical imperative" are the bastard children of nicotene and caffeine.

2006-09-04T20:22:00.000-07:00

the main problem with life is death.
like the slow burn of jalapeno in my mouth right now. religion gets the most from the first pass metabolism of this thought, but then you move on to angst. ah the indigestion of it all.
despite my huge superstition regarding #13 and near sedarian idiosyncracies when it comes to air travel, i did survive a flight sitting in row 13. (unbeknownst to me until we landed).
don't judge the fish. that's my favorite sign in the pirate shop on valencia.
the other problem would be human nature.
i walked straight into that buddhist temple and declared to the nearest saffron clad baldie, "i'm gonna be the best goddamn llama you've ever seen". yeah, it all went down well.

2006-07-30T19:36:00.000-07:00

2007. potentially earthshattering event. and it's not the armageddon/overdue second coming that those freak ass evagenlistas buying up megachurch land in jerusalem are literally dying for. no, no. a true foundation rocker. read large hadron collider (LHC) starting up shop in CERN switzerland. big, as in notorious BIG big, particle accelerator. methlike high energy. it will have the capacity to (and hopefully high likelihood)detect evidence of higher dimensions of the physical world. (ie more than the four we know and love) showstoppin, mind blowing, rethinking the entire fabric of the physical world. and lisa randall is a fucking R.O.C.K.S.T.A.R. theoretical physicist who explains all that and most of modern physics in a new lay physics book, whipping up fervor for the lhc and beyond, called Warped Dimensions-unraveling the mysteries of the universe's hidden dimensions... the title though is a little hollywood hypy, but would be a killer entry in the 10,000 pyramid.anyway, randall rocks like metallica in disgruntled 80's pubescent boys'heads---why? because she quotes bjork while explaining supersymmetry and ed witten's wonderworks. she can come to afternoon tea anytime, and for that matter so can amy sedaris. who is truly hil-a-rious.

2006-07-09T14:26:00.000-07:00

dpn
i just finished a little book i like to call good mole, bad mole. one of the star characters is the envy of all the path-porno world, the "deep penetrating nevus". oh work can be so dirty sometimes.
see, the persephone effect is not a unique entity but a characterization of the underlying fabric dela existence, made of that fine wool consequence.reciprocity. duality, nthality.
i am awed or merely paranoid now that i have definitive evidence of both the entirety of the world cup player squad and local skexskis reading mi rantings. good to see they have taken my advice on grabing other parts of the body when taking dives (the head is the latest craze to invoke the elbow call). and in an act of utter fashion defiance... i was hapless witness to the unthinkable combo of kilt con crocs the other day.have they no mercy??!

2006-06-11T20:11:00.000-07:00

wow, i think i've seen an entirely new level of skexskidom today. i'm ok with the tiedye hippie love ya thing in small doses. and i'll grant passage to the whole celtic roots/borderline renfair celebration in a non-riverdance kinda way. but, and it's a big but, no, an absolute, emphatic, axiomatic No to the combination of the two. (read fatal if combined, betablockers in asthmatics no) how could an adult man walk the streets in full on tiedye shirt and matching tiedye kilt ensemble? all he was missing was a jousting rod and those externalized spring "tennis shoes". then i might have had to kill him.
and on a more timely subject. my award for the most outrageous foul dive of the copa mundial 06 to date was the argentian captain j. sorin--from a glancing blow to the shoulder/upper body he managed to sustain an ankle fracture for about 32seconds and then reset it to perfection and healing by jogging. i think they should red card the divers. it turns the beautiful game into a small claims courtroom of amateur lawyer antics. or at least, whilst having the top secret how to take a dive and fish for foul calls training sessions, teach these fools to grab something other than their shins or ankles. honestly, at least throw in a knee or hip or wrist sometime to spice it up. actually, they should be able to engineer some fake blood packets to be activated at the critical moments...

2006-05-26T08:01:00.000-07:00

i'm rather indifferent on the larger issue here. but on a purely visual tact... if the devil did whip up a mortal manifestation, wouldn't this make the top 5 cut?

2006-05-20T11:33:00.000-07:00

hmmm. yes. a contrived sartrerian identity triangle. a furrypromophic of serrated adenoma, sessile serrated adenoma, and hyperplastic polyp.

2006-05-05T17:54:00.000-07:00

countessa spake thus
drink deeply from life, death may be very, very salty

2006-04-18T09:36:00.000-07:00

urff. orf.one is a contagion and one is not. you decide. so there seems to be an epidemic up here of that horribly misdirected fashion venture--the spring heel tennis shoe. i find these viscerally offensive for some reason, the whole pompidou athletic convergence gone way way awry. and by no means have i any sense of fashion, except for athletic shoes. or perhaps it's some subconscious gender mish mash- the athletic shoe gone high heel-- butthat commercial with the women playing basketball in their pumps had no effect on me. subtheory excluded. algodenroroot aborted.

2006-03-18T15:13:00.000-08:00

Aussiedoodle? Que Que?

2006-02-26T17:32:00.000-08:00

do i dare do i dare disturb the multiverse?
the women come and go speaking of the blogbog-o
if i had a dime for every truck with a dangling ballsack i see out here i could a. finance the "war" in iraq b. buy a custom frame bicycle c. invest in a start-up company that makes penile hood ornaments to balance out these vehicles and perhaps some proportionate breasts and vagina with which to adorn the space shuttle; good luck little ram 4x4. doh! half a million tons of solid rocket fuel.
classy.

2006-02-05T17:45:00.000-08:00

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