Hey folks welcome back from the slaughtering and consumption of the great turkey beast (keep in mind I am not referring to killing camel turkeys, only regular ones)! Quick updates: My family is insane (but that's okay since I am sure yours is too), I am currently writing my thesis, consumerism is running rampant, and most importantly I have returned for more blogging!
As I often look for the silver lining in most things I had some good news in my email inbox today. My friend Mark wrote to tell me that he and my other friend Todd have landed safely in Kuwait. Now, I know that them being in hostile territory is by no means a good thing, but I have decided to be thankful for every piece of information I get that tells me that they are okay.
Well anyways back to working...
Monday, November 29, 2004
Monday, November 22, 2004
Ok, well I don't know Where to even start with this one...
Five hunters gunned down in Wisconsin woods
Sheriff's deputies are investigating the killings of five hunters Sunday in northwest Wisconsin -- bloodshed apparently sparked by a dispute over a hunting spot. A suspect has been arrested.
"This is completely nuts," said Chief Deputy Tim Zeigle of the Sawyer County Sheriff's Department. "Why? I mean, five people dead because somebody was trespassing on property. It makes no sense."
I mean on one hand it did happen in Wisconsin, which opens it up to the "Red State" thing, as well as to the yankee thing.
On the other hand I deer hunt myself and have often thought about what it would be like to bag the most dangerous animal: Man...
Five hunters gunned down in Wisconsin woods
Sheriff's deputies are investigating the killings of five hunters Sunday in northwest Wisconsin -- bloodshed apparently sparked by a dispute over a hunting spot. A suspect has been arrested.
"This is completely nuts," said Chief Deputy Tim Zeigle of the Sawyer County Sheriff's Department. "Why? I mean, five people dead because somebody was trespassing on property. It makes no sense."
I mean on one hand it did happen in Wisconsin, which opens it up to the "Red State" thing, as well as to the yankee thing.
On the other hand I deer hunt myself and have often thought about what it would be like to bag the most dangerous animal: Man...
Monday, November 15, 2004
When in Houston, TX never go out drinking with three boys from Dublin, or How I learned to love my toilet...
Well I have made my glorious return from Houston!! Alive, no less! I had a great trip, met some interesting people, found out that the irish can hold their liquor!
First, I would like to brag for a bit. I had to present data at a surgical society meeting which, for those of you who may not know surgeons, can be a bit taxing as they tend to have a bit of issue with those of us whom are not in the profession. Despite this I managed to wow the entire crowd with my talk. Several actually found me afterwards to congratulate me on a fine job! Which is where my new buddies from the emerald isle came in...
Friday night after the presentations the society that was hosting the conference arranged for drinks and food at the field where the Houston Astros play (Rock!). It was here that I met Jon, Will, and Mark. They were three nice lads from Ireland that had presented in the same room as myself, so we sat down and had a few...and then a few more. After this reception on of the fellows suggested we find a nice pub and sit down for a few more. Once this bar decided it was time to close Jon suggested we move up the street to another place that was open later. By this time I had downed a pint of hard cider as well as several pints of Guiness on top of several beers at the baseball stadium, which for those of you that know me, can already see this was a bad situation. At the new bar the lads continued to buy round after round, which migrated from beers to jack and cokes...It was after about four of these that I noticed that things were not ok. For one the waitress kept asking me if I was irish as well, strange question since I have a decent southern accent...This was followed by Jon's observational comment of "Good lord he's turned into a scotsman!" This was soon backed up by Will and Mark who insisted for some reason that I was speaking with a scottish accent as well as using slang...
I solved this problem by drinking more.
Finally, after the second bar closed its doors we decided that there had to be somewhere in Texas that would still serve, so out on the street we went...
It was at this point that an asian kid in a big ass SUV pulls up to a stoplight, I'm not sure what all was said but he then tells us to get in to his truck and he would give us a ride to another night club... I think at some point I muttered something about this being a bad idea adding that we may end up face down with ball gags in our mouths...or something of the such. At any rate we finally end up at said night spot, which even in my condition I could see wasn't a great place to be for various reasons, foremost it had beds along the walls...
Cut to 6 am on Saturday when this last place closed down...by this time things are starting to get really hairy, well the parts I remember anyways. These parts include being tossed out on the street, running from at least 1 very large, angry, homeless guy, jumping into another car with someone else after running from said homeless guy, and finally ending up in the hotel lounge with Jon and Will digging around behind the bar for more to drink...
Then it was Saturday...full of fun and nausea...well at least for a few hours as I finally regained conciousness at about 6 that evening...
Lesson: Even though Irish surgeons are cool to hang out with never ever EVER go round for round with them!
Slainte!
First, I would like to brag for a bit. I had to present data at a surgical society meeting which, for those of you who may not know surgeons, can be a bit taxing as they tend to have a bit of issue with those of us whom are not in the profession. Despite this I managed to wow the entire crowd with my talk. Several actually found me afterwards to congratulate me on a fine job! Which is where my new buddies from the emerald isle came in...
Friday night after the presentations the society that was hosting the conference arranged for drinks and food at the field where the Houston Astros play (Rock!). It was here that I met Jon, Will, and Mark. They were three nice lads from Ireland that had presented in the same room as myself, so we sat down and had a few...and then a few more. After this reception on of the fellows suggested we find a nice pub and sit down for a few more. Once this bar decided it was time to close Jon suggested we move up the street to another place that was open later. By this time I had downed a pint of hard cider as well as several pints of Guiness on top of several beers at the baseball stadium, which for those of you that know me, can already see this was a bad situation. At the new bar the lads continued to buy round after round, which migrated from beers to jack and cokes...It was after about four of these that I noticed that things were not ok. For one the waitress kept asking me if I was irish as well, strange question since I have a decent southern accent...This was followed by Jon's observational comment of "Good lord he's turned into a scotsman!" This was soon backed up by Will and Mark who insisted for some reason that I was speaking with a scottish accent as well as using slang...
I solved this problem by drinking more.
Finally, after the second bar closed its doors we decided that there had to be somewhere in Texas that would still serve, so out on the street we went...
It was at this point that an asian kid in a big ass SUV pulls up to a stoplight, I'm not sure what all was said but he then tells us to get in to his truck and he would give us a ride to another night club... I think at some point I muttered something about this being a bad idea adding that we may end up face down with ball gags in our mouths...or something of the such. At any rate we finally end up at said night spot, which even in my condition I could see wasn't a great place to be for various reasons, foremost it had beds along the walls...
Cut to 6 am on Saturday when this last place closed down...by this time things are starting to get really hairy, well the parts I remember anyways. These parts include being tossed out on the street, running from at least 1 very large, angry, homeless guy, jumping into another car with someone else after running from said homeless guy, and finally ending up in the hotel lounge with Jon and Will digging around behind the bar for more to drink...
Then it was Saturday...full of fun and nausea...well at least for a few hours as I finally regained conciousness at about 6 that evening...
Lesson: Even though Irish surgeons are cool to hang out with never ever EVER go round for round with them!
Slainte!
Monday, November 08, 2004
Blogging schedule
For all 3 of you that regularly read about my shenanigans I would like to say thanks for bearing with me over this past week of no blogging. I have been putting together presentations and posters for an upcoming meeting in Houston, TX. I will be leaving Wednesday and returning on Sunday, so I am guessing this will be the final entry until my return. Once I do get back expect a whole new season of madness as the true season of madness...err...Christmas descends upon us!!!
BTW Halo 2 release is less than 15 hrs away
BTW Halo 2 release is less than 15 hrs away
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