a moment of Eh?

I have "alien grammar days."

Just like when I'm supposed to say something mundane like flower and I end up blurting out washing machine instead. Or my tenses are all confused.

I'm tempted to say brain tumor about this issue, but I prefer to make "paranoid hypochondriac day" as a mutually exclusive event with respect to "alien grammar day." They must not intersect, otherwise....otherwise, well, I don't know what will happen.

Alien Grammar Day + Paranoid Hypochondriac Day = Wide-eyed Catatonic Day?

Hmm.

yours truly, the comedienne

What in the name of delusional sociopathic iconoclast wannabe did I ever think that Ayn Rand &/or Marjane Satrapi would compete as my long lost best friend? They're probably poised lazily on their chaise longues and smoking while looking at me with squinting eyes as if I were an unnamed specimen and all they could say would be something like...A.R.: "Interesting subject, eh?" then looks at M.S. who then says, "Yes, yes, but too clean." And the two women continue to examine me while emitting noxious gases onto the environment. We'd be an odd trio: an atheist, a liberal muslim and a semi-conservative catholic.

I am not alone.

Uh oh, I think Ayn Rand has a competition in the form of Marjane Satrapi. Competition in terms of what? In terms of being my long lost best friend. Thanks to a friend who was formerly a philosophy teacher turned ordained priest/ Vatican-educated theological expert (who is in denial that he may potentially become a bishop or cardinal or the pope LOL) who lent me his copy of Persepolis 2, I met Marjane Satrapi.

No, my life isn't as colorful or briefly banal as hers but in terms of her musings, encounters with odd figures and feelings of social constraint...we are similar. A mind-opening graphic novel.

And like Ms. Satrapi in her graphic memoir...I must educate myself.

The Slave

Pride enslaves people. It is truly the root of all evil and sin. And because of the difficulty in minimizing pride and NOT giving in to its sinful derivatives, many have decided to "make sin, in." Being out-of-bounds when drinking, being merry, or even loving...these do not constitute true bliss. These are cheap, 1-day warranty, knock off versions of happiness. And always... always...God, through the Universe, will rub it in.

standard wound management

Let us enter the metaphorical world of inflammation and wound healing. When a sharp implement punctures the skin--perhaps due to an accident or deliberately, in the case of blood extraction (or damage motivated by evil...)--bacteria and other opportunistic pathogens enter the open skin and attempt to infiltrate the immediate vicinity. Meanwhile, the cascade of inflammatory responses leading to the cardinal signs of rubor, dolor, calor and tumor or redness, pain, heat and swelling take place in a concerted effort to defend and prevent further injury within the immediate vicinity. When capillary damage is involved, a parallel complex series of events aim to plug and seal the damage leading to the clot. Injuries are managed depending on the nature of the damage-causing tool and the severity of the damage. Time is also a dependent factor. Greater damage is to lengthier wound healing time. Now, questions such as "why allow injury?" "why cause injury?" or a more philosophical "why consider an accidental injury an opportunity to cause greater, deliberate injury?" My speculation is that the universal answer is Schadenfreude. That is, deriving happiness in the misery of others. It's a perversion of human nature. I am revulsed by the concept and even more so by its practitioners. It lacks class. It's not amusing at all. I go for nature and its inherent healing and homeostatic mechanisms.