Monday, March 23, 2009
Oh Kimorah...
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Hollow Point Bullets Recalled That Don't Explode In Targets
This news cast caught me off guard for 2:10. Then I checked again and noticed it was The Onion. Darn, In some sick way I was hoping it was real.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Mild Staphyloma?
So I had a pretty good scare yesterday.
I'm warming up my car to go to work and I decide to Twitter how I hate the day and the weekend needs to begin already; you know, one of those FML moments. I stare at my phone and it looks a little off. I had trouble reading the screen, but managed to Tweet for the time being. I put on my glasses and headed to the freeway when I noticed the stop sign ahead was a little off too. It seems that I'm getting double vision. I pulled over to put on my contacts cuz I thought it was the glasses. Damn it, it's not the glasses or the contacts.
Somehow, someway I managed to get to work and asked my coworkers if I was crossed eyed. Much to their amusement, they all said no. I go to my desk to figure things out throughout the day. I figured it was stress from work this week, so maybe it would go away after lunch. No such luck. Here's where the creepy part comes. After lunch, I'm at my desk checking my eyes. I cover my right eye and all is well. I cover the left eye and discovered that there is a weird dent in my vision. It sorta looks like the dent effect on photobooth on mac.
I call Kaiser in a panic and I'm trying to describe to the advice nurse what the hell I'm seeing. Use the photobooth on macs as an analogy and she has not clue what the hell I'm talking about. She proceeds to asks me a series of questions: Did you injure your eye in some way? Did you get punched in the eye? Did you spill and chemicals on your eye?
She then transfers me to Optometry to speak with an advice nurse there and again the same set of questions. The nurse then tells me that I need to come in and see a doctor. I leave work in a hurry, but not too much in a hurry since the cars on the free are closer than they appear.. to me at least.
I get to the hospital and the nurse guy, Jake, does his prep work before the doctors get there. He runs a few tests, what I like to call "click when you see the hair waving" or "lemme blow some air in your eyes." After all that, he gives me these eye drops that dilates my pupils. Great. Eyes haven't been dilated since the last time I dropped E (I'm twittering all this while it's happening, btw).
Anyways, the room is dark and I'm starting to see colors and tints, I guess my pupil are wide open. In the end the doctor tells me that I have a mild case of staphyloma and I have a follow up on the 27th.
Thanks to everyone for their concerns and blessing, which is only Rayo as of now. And it wasn't even a concern or a blessing. More like "Did your eye fall out? I Google Imaged It. That's disgusting."
I told my parent about it just now, too. I caught my mom falling asleep on her chair while I was telling her. And dad hella Penelope'd me after I finished my story by telling me that he has Cataracts. FML.
I'm warming up my car to go to work and I decide to Twitter how I hate the day and the weekend needs to begin already; you know, one of those FML moments. I stare at my phone and it looks a little off. I had trouble reading the screen, but managed to Tweet for the time being. I put on my glasses and headed to the freeway when I noticed the stop sign ahead was a little off too. It seems that I'm getting double vision. I pulled over to put on my contacts cuz I thought it was the glasses. Damn it, it's not the glasses or the contacts.
Somehow, someway I managed to get to work and asked my coworkers if I was crossed eyed. Much to their amusement, they all said no. I go to my desk to figure things out throughout the day. I figured it was stress from work this week, so maybe it would go away after lunch. No such luck. Here's where the creepy part comes. After lunch, I'm at my desk checking my eyes. I cover my right eye and all is well. I cover the left eye and discovered that there is a weird dent in my vision. It sorta looks like the dent effect on photobooth on mac.
I call Kaiser in a panic and I'm trying to describe to the advice nurse what the hell I'm seeing. Use the photobooth on macs as an analogy and she has not clue what the hell I'm talking about. She proceeds to asks me a series of questions: Did you injure your eye in some way? Did you get punched in the eye? Did you spill and chemicals on your eye?
She then transfers me to Optometry to speak with an advice nurse there and again the same set of questions. The nurse then tells me that I need to come in and see a doctor. I leave work in a hurry, but not too much in a hurry since the cars on the free are closer than they appear.. to me at least.
I get to the hospital and the nurse guy, Jake, does his prep work before the doctors get there. He runs a few tests, what I like to call "click when you see the hair waving" or "lemme blow some air in your eyes." After all that, he gives me these eye drops that dilates my pupils. Great. Eyes haven't been dilated since the last time I dropped E (I'm twittering all this while it's happening, btw).
Anyways, the room is dark and I'm starting to see colors and tints, I guess my pupil are wide open. In the end the doctor tells me that I have a mild case of staphyloma and I have a follow up on the 27th.
Thanks to everyone for their concerns and blessing, which is only Rayo as of now. And it wasn't even a concern or a blessing. More like "Did your eye fall out? I Google Imaged It. That's disgusting."
I told my parent about it just now, too. I caught my mom falling asleep on her chair while I was telling her. And dad hella Penelope'd me after I finished my story by telling me that he has Cataracts. FML.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
This is SO wrong...
As a plane is losing power, a pilot comes over the intercom & says "sorry it had to come to this folks, but we've already let the luggage go & the plane continues to lose speed". "i hate to have to do this, but now we're gonna have to start releasing passengers by alphabet order beginning with the letter "A"AFRICANS, ANY AFRICANS"?... No one answers "B" BLACK PEOPLE ANY BLACK PEOPLE"? again, silence."C" COLORED PEOPLE, ANY COLORED PEOPLE"?...silence. A black boy turns to his mother & says "mom, aren't we african american?, aren't we black? Aren't we colored"? the mother turns to her son & says today we NIGGAS, let mexicans go first".The little black boy turns to the little mexican kid sitting next to him and laughs! The mexican kids laughs back & says "nigga I'm a WETBACK"!
ANYTHINGS POSSIBLE...
ANYTHINGS POSSIBLE...
Sunday, March 8, 2009
This shirt is SO cool!
Kevin's List of all time Hated Songs.
500 Miles
Zoot Suit Riot
Mambo Number 5
This is the night
how bizzare
ha?
Zoot Suit Riot
Mambo Number 5
This is the night
how bizzare
ha?
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Hella Kawawa
Awww Kevin. Hella mad at everyone after the operation today. At least you have a new nose. See you after work, buddy.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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