Lessons learned today: It doesn't matter how cool they are, or that you bought them at half-price, it is a bad idea to wear your brand new Chuck Taylors when it is 19 degrees outside. Got that, idiot? MAYBE FROSTBITE WILL HELP YOU REMEMBER!!!
Let's see. What's new? I had an audition yesterday for an indie horror flick. That was kind of cool. The audition consisted of a) screaming for the camera, b) doing a short monologue (given ahead of time), and c) 30 seconds to do whatever you want. I did a back flip. I doubt the skill is applicable to the film, but I hope they were amused. Apparently the casting process for this film is really strange - in addition to judging the monologues, they're also putting the scream clips online and letting "america" vote on the best screamer. So hey, if you've got a free minute to help me become a star, go to this website and vote for screamer 178.
In continuation of the voting theme, I've decided to let you, loyal readers, decide what my next adventure in pleasure reading shall be. Is it:
A) The Best American Political Writing, 2005 by Royce Flippin (ed.), or:
B) Temperament: The Idea that Solved Music's Greatest Riddle by Stuart Isacoff.
I can't decide whether the first one would make me one of those people who reads political commentary as a substitute for studying politics and then pretends to be well-informed about "what's happening." In all likelihood, I'll end up reading both anyway, so you're really voting on which one I read first.
And in continuation of the horror theme, I'm not sure if you guys out on the west coast caught this one, but it was big news out here this week: 'Something Out of a Cheap Horror Movie'.
(Also here, in an excellent but eerily dispassionate article from the New York Times.)
Basically this former dentist and three other guys, including an embalmer, ran a funeral parlor for FOUR YEARS as a front for an illegal organ and tissue theft business. By contracting to do the embalming for more than thirty funeral homes in the tri-state area, they were able to remove tissues, organs, and bones in a secret operating room, carve up well over 1000 cadavers, and sell the parts for around 4.6 Million dollars to legitimate medical suppliers and transplant recipients. They replaced bones that they stole with PVC pipe. Like the kind used for the plumbing under your sink.
As if this little Hitchcock-ian tale of gore weren't bizarre enough: On Friday, whilst I am reading the article at work, learning about the whole operation (pardon the pun) for the first time, one of our patients calls and informs me that she has one of the bones. *blink blink* My first response was, "Like, in your freezer?" No, indeed. She had received a letter from the CDC informing her that she had been given one of the bones for transplant last year. I imagine it went something like this:
Sheesh.
On the Romantic Front: Things are starting to get interesting. Awkward moment of the weekend? Walking into a shoe store with Boy-I-Am-Possibly-Dating-#1 to buy the aforementioned Chuck Taylors only to run into a guy I hooked up with a while back. The guy's been trying to orchestrate another hookup ever since, and had even texted me just moments before we ran into each other. All of this awkwardness, and it didn't even involve Boy-I-Am-Possibly-Dating-#2. Think how much the future holds!
Perhaps I am a big slut. That would certainly be interesting...
Off to bed...
Let's see. What's new? I had an audition yesterday for an indie horror flick. That was kind of cool. The audition consisted of a) screaming for the camera, b) doing a short monologue (given ahead of time), and c) 30 seconds to do whatever you want. I did a back flip. I doubt the skill is applicable to the film, but I hope they were amused. Apparently the casting process for this film is really strange - in addition to judging the monologues, they're also putting the scream clips online and letting "america" vote on the best screamer. So hey, if you've got a free minute to help me become a star, go to this website and vote for screamer 178.
In continuation of the voting theme, I've decided to let you, loyal readers, decide what my next adventure in pleasure reading shall be. Is it:
A) The Best American Political Writing, 2005 by Royce Flippin (ed.), or:
B) Temperament: The Idea that Solved Music's Greatest Riddle by Stuart Isacoff.
I can't decide whether the first one would make me one of those people who reads political commentary as a substitute for studying politics and then pretends to be well-informed about "what's happening." In all likelihood, I'll end up reading both anyway, so you're really voting on which one I read first.
And in continuation of the horror theme, I'm not sure if you guys out on the west coast caught this one, but it was big news out here this week: 'Something Out of a Cheap Horror Movie'.
The owner of a biomedical supply house was charged along with three other men Thursday with secretly carving up corpses -- including that of famed British journalist Alistair Cooke -- and selling the parts for use in transplants across the country.
Prosecutors said the defendants obtained the bodies from funeral parlors in three states and forged death certificates and organ donor consent forms to make it look as if the bones, skin, tendons, heart valves and other tissue were legally removed.
(Also here, in an excellent but eerily dispassionate article from the New York Times.)
Basically this former dentist and three other guys, including an embalmer, ran a funeral parlor for FOUR YEARS as a front for an illegal organ and tissue theft business. By contracting to do the embalming for more than thirty funeral homes in the tri-state area, they were able to remove tissues, organs, and bones in a secret operating room, carve up well over 1000 cadavers, and sell the parts for around 4.6 Million dollars to legitimate medical suppliers and transplant recipients. They replaced bones that they stole with PVC pipe. Like the kind used for the plumbing under your sink.
As if this little Hitchcock-ian tale of gore weren't bizarre enough: On Friday, whilst I am reading the article at work, learning about the whole operation (pardon the pun) for the first time, one of our patients calls and informs me that she has one of the bones. *blink blink* My first response was, "Like, in your freezer?" No, indeed. She had received a letter from the CDC informing her that she had been given one of the bones for transplant last year. I imagine it went something like this:
Dear Ms. Happyleg,
You know that bone in your thigh? Yeah. It turns out that IT BELONGS TO SOME POOR OLD DEAD FART WHO DIDN'T REALLY WANT TO PART WITH IT. Maybe the guy from "Masterpiece Theatre." We apologize for any inconvenience.
Yours truly, et cetera, et cetera.
Sheesh.
On the Romantic Front: Things are starting to get interesting. Awkward moment of the weekend? Walking into a shoe store with Boy-I-Am-Possibly-Dating-#1 to buy the aforementioned Chuck Taylors only to run into a guy I hooked up with a while back. The guy's been trying to orchestrate another hookup ever since, and had even texted me just moments before we ran into each other. All of this awkwardness, and it didn't even involve Boy-I-Am-Possibly-Dating-#2. Think how much the future holds!
Perhaps I am a big slut. That would certainly be interesting...
Off to bed...
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