I just learned my friend John died over Christmas. The last time I saw him was in the checkout line at HEB, where he was buying pink carnations for his girlfriend. I don't remember what we talked about ( Read more... )

I met our newest surgical candidate this afteroon. It's a hideously cute little girl cat. She has similar markings to the Spine Cat, which I observed with a slight pang. I'm going to destroy her procreative potential next week ( Read more... )

We had our surgery lab on Monday. We were performing a spay, as well as a few other basic routine surgical procedures. Our patient was a female white rabbit. I named her Toroko. Cave Story, anyone? Apparently, the name with which I named her jinxed our surgery team, because she became cyanotic and died while undergoing anesthesia. She should have ( Read more... )

The first week of school has come and gone, and this weekend I'm sucking on cough drops and eating bananas and sherbet, trying to recuperate ( Read more... )

Running errands, I find, is more enjoyable when viewed as questing. Am I learning to accept my inner dork?

Seekers after God apart from Jesus Christ, who do not get beyond nature, either fail to find sufficient light, or else manage to find a way to know God and serve Him without a mediator; and so they fall into either atheism or deism, two things which Christianity holds in almost equal abhorrence ( Read more... )

The Zom-bey
Prologue
The ristless skye it spurte forth flayme
An shaddowes leape that carsed eve
The churchyarde groane, a sinner's corse
Doth plague that hallowed soile; it heave
An vomite it from the grounde

The Zom-beyThe zom-bey prowle the howse by nighte ( Read more... )

Today is a good day to be done with pharmacology forever.

The dam has burst, and I can feel the drugs hemorrhaging from my brain. Holding it back made me feel like I do when I'm drinking a glass of milk and Charles tells the one about the kittens and the rabid dingo.

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“My Rodney’s going to hell,” said Mrs. Leese ( Read more... )