Queen Mum has recently told me that my appearance devolves as an ER duty day progresses, and here I thought I couldn’t devolve any further. At 2 pm she said my polo collar would be skewed to the left. At… Read More ›
Blogs
Self-Imposed Shutting Up
Amazingly I have managed to shut up for almost a month, abandoning this blog thinking that it would write itself. I once asked Namtab Pots and Smoketh to ghost write something and try to pass off as me, but they… Read More ›
Of Course. What Else.
While eating alone in Kenny Rogers (for some reason I always have interesting seatmates whenever I eat alone in Kenny Rogers. There was that one gay hotel corporate powerful person who was leaking interview secrets to a male applicant who… Read More ›
Infinite Crisis
Recently read a Facebook note by Lloydie about missing certain things. Lloydie is presently in Malaysia or Singapore or somewhere searching for himself, training in the various modes of Asian self-defense. He is travelling the world for all sorts of… Read More ›
Learning. Is Overrated.
A few months ago I texted my friend Vampirella inquiring about the cellphone number of Ysmault, and after a few minutes she replied with the number. Genuinely grateful I texted back, “Gee, thanks!” I know, must be all the comic… Read More ›
And For Today’s Psychotherapy: It Wouldn’t Have Made Any Difference
We can think about these things, think of them as needles slowly burying themselves in our heads and in our hearts and in our spirit and feel unable to escape and rise above these obstacles, think of them in the… Read More ›
Trainspotting With Renton, JAPT, RBTDS, Namtab Pots, and Ruth Marx
I arrived quite late for Namtab Pots’ birthday party. I was told that some of my closest high school friends were coming and I haven’t seen them in a long time, and I needed to see these people. Namtab Pots,… Read More ›
Blackest Night Updates
Self-serving comic book-related entry. Last chance to stop reading.The Blackest Night series is now on its issue #4, and as with any huge event it is very interesting, very huge, very wide-screen, and as a consequence each issue seems very,… Read More ›
Not Beating Around The Bush With Tits
Maybe because the end of the year is nearing, but I am feeling a terrible sense of ennui. It’s one of those blog entries, I know. Ennui ennui ennui. Whine whine whine. Be morose. Morose morose morose. But we can’t… Read More ›
Cheeezums!
This is how cheezums are translated in this hospital. A few months back during the AH1N1 scare Bubble was on her leave and she went to Italy where she ate pizza, drank wine, and rode a gondola. At that same… Read More ›
More Fucking Dramatics!!!
The entry “Too Much Drama” proved to be such a raving success and elicited a HUGE amount of responses (grand total of…3, two from the same person under different names—eh, Mexican Devil Alanis Whore?) that The Great Crematorium has reminded… Read More ›
Atrocitus
Ran last night to Comic Odyssey not expecting I’d find it, I ran, ran, ran, crapping in my pants. Until I realized it was unnecessary, because hanging in the pegs are two figures of… Atrocitus The Red Lantern!!! Atrocitus is… Read More ›
The New Chief Resident—Revealed! (Spoilers!)
A few days ago the list of the newest batch of residents has finally been released, much to the thrill of some. We had our own personal bets, and a few weeks ago JD-Lu, HIV, Uni-Horned Beef Jerky Mexican Devil… Read More ›
Dawn, Dawn, Dawn. Dawn.
While reading some ECGs in the ECG room who should come in but a bevy of students—an entire ward service at that. Now the ECG room is that tiny, tiny room where we are required to do an official reading… Read More ›
Too Much Drama
Indeed, there is. Too much drama. If this were Survivor that would be one of the reasons why a particular castaway might get voted out—if he is full of too much fucking drama. But then again, we should always think… Read More ›
Beware JJL’s Wrath
One night back when we were in the 1st year’s callroom I was positioned snugly in the most coveted bed. The others in the room with me that night were JJL, Dondee, and Lloydie. The 1st year’s quarters is a… Read More ›
Whining About Whinification
Lately there has been a resurgence of the culture of whinification. Whinification is of course as old as the Sumerian tribes before they were abducted by aliens, because everybody whines. You whine. I whine. A lot. But mostly in this… Read More ›
P.T.N.
Some people accuse me of being nice. There is nothing worse than getting accused of being nice. Actually there are much worse things, like being called unfunny, whiny, studious, etc, but permit the hyperbole. Eyebrows are probably shooting up in… Read More ›
Groin-Staring at 7-11
A few days ago while in 7-11 two women were staring at my groin. “Bakit kayo nakatingin sakin?” I asked. They pointed at the nail cutter dangling from the keychain on my belt. Since Grade 6 I have always been… Read More ›
Thank you, Dondee and Extremely Nice Samaritans from Merville!
After hours of running wet the seven of us finally found refuge in a total stranger’s house in Merville. We deserved to be in that predicament because none of us listened—we were too excited to push through with our once-a-year… Read More ›
Supposed Former Melancholia Junkie 