menometrorrhagia

Menometrorrhagiacs,

There comes a time in every young blog's life when it must leave the nest and strike out on its own.  Seeking new freedoms and finding new responsibilities, the maturing blog often turns its attentions to prolonged introspection and increasingly sophisticated subjects.  The blog fumbles through this period learning the wherefores of courting readers, often emerging, like the butterfly from its chrysalis, a wholly new creation bonded to the audience best suited to it (though, perhaps not the audience it had imagined in its youth).  The ripening blog then continues to engage progressively more complex ideas, unfolding them before, and occasionally with, its readers.

As the menometrorrhagia blog embarks upon the new phase of its life, leaving the comfortable nest of blog.com behind, you can rest assured that none of that crap will happen.  This blog will continue in the fine tradition of vulgarity and adolescent humor that has always pervaded it.  So come along to see the new site, and don't forget to update your links.

As always,

llogg

P.S.  It appears blog.com is not handling this breakup in the mature manner one would have liked.  I received server error messages every time I tried to post this to the blog.  It's not you, blog.com, it's me.  There will be other bloggers, less disgusting bloggers without my penchant for the blog equivalent of fart-jokes.  Seriously, let's not fight about this. I'm moving on, and you will too. Eventually.

Probably.

sorry for the string of crappy posts.  this is just a quick note to say: prepare to update links -- menometrorrhagia is moving to an awesome, as yet undisclosed site!  i'm just trying to iron out a couple minor details in the design (and completely learning how to manipulate css) and once those are done i'll make the switch.  i suspect this site will stay up, but just won't be updated.

Today marked my return to the clinical realm after a hiatus of about five months.  I was understandably nervous.  Perhaps all the modest skill and aplomb I had accumulated over the course of my third year had withered away from neglect.  I am quite sure that most of the knowledge accumulated during that time has dissipated.  My fears were all the more pronounced because the rotation I began today was Women's Health, i.e., outpatient Ob-Gyn.

Going into that first patient's room and lining up all the instruments was nerve-wracking.  Not only was I sure to fumble with the speculum and cytobrush, my Spanish was far rustier than I had anticipated.  I couldn't remember how to say "Relax, baby, just let me slide this cold metal alligator up there and do my thing."  So I reverted to the old standby "Lo siento, senora, lo siento."

My palms were completely sweaty as I struggled to pull on the latex-free gloves, but I needn't have worried.  That cervix popped it's little pink eye right out at me on the first try.  It turns out doing pelvic exams is like riding a bike.  A smelly, disgusting bike, but still.

Lo siento, mi esposa.

1. I'm thinking of moving the blog because about 1/7th of my regular readers cannot access the comments section from work, which is, as we all know, where the vast majority of blog browsing occurs.  If I do move it will be to either vox or livejournal because all the other free blog sites suck.  If I go to livejournal I will change the name, much to the delight of billy and my wife who seem uncomfortable with gynecologic word play.
2. According to an anesthesiologist at Parkland, every time someone vomits in the hospital it costs about $100.  That's just retarded.
3. I have until Feb 21 to submit a rank list of the residency programs I'd like to attend, but I think I'll submit it on Feb 7th just like all those high school football recruits submitting their letters of intent.

there's been a request to move menometrorrhagia to another host.  here's a list of a few candidates.  let me know what you think.
http://menometrorrhagia.vox.com/
http://menometrorrhagia.shoutpost.com/
http://llogg.lifelogger.com/blog
http://menometrorrhagia.eponym.com/blog

None of the candidates are all that user-friendly or customizable, but then, neither is blog.com.  I might try blogger, but their templates are ugly.

PS. I'd love to use livejournal but menometrorrhagia is one letter too long for their subdomain name.

"I want to put the rumor to rest, I was diagnosed with Klinefelter's last
year.
Thank you for your support."


Weird.

That is all.

I had this really long post typed up about how great the Opera browser is because of it's mail and news clients, but when I went to submit it blog.com apparently hiccupped and now it's totally lost.  So here's the quick version of that post, which will still be pretty long.
1. Opera has a built in mail client that is awesome and checks mail automatically whenever Opera is open.  Reading mail is just like opening webpages, uses the same window, new tab, same commands.
2. Opera also has a news reader that sets up RSS subscriptions to various sites and opens the articles in new tabs.  The rest of this post was generated from the news client, with one exception.
3. This article about Barack Obama reminds me to say "Don't nominate Hilary Clinton you dumbshits!"  Could anybody possibly mobilize the Republican hordes more than her?  Let's get it right this time.  Had General Clark gotten the nomination last time Bush might have been relegated to the single term bin of presidents where he belongs.  For the record, I'm not endorsing Obama.  I don't know enough about him or any of the other potential candidates.  I just know there's no way in hell Clinton could win.
4. Netflix will dominate the home movie landscape for the next few years.  I think that kiosks where films are downloaded to thumb drives is a better solution than online downloads or streams of movies because of fewer security concerns and people without access to high speed internet could still access the product.  But what do I know?
5. China has a state-sponsored Catholic church?  How many Hail Mary's do you give for suppression of the Tibetan people?  Just curious.
6. [deleted for not working.  i hate this freakin' internet!]
7. This article on evolution and carnivores is pretty interesting, but I think they gloss over the enormous predatory dinosaur problem too easily.
8. When did Venezuala elect Rush Limbaugh?  Now that's statesmanship!
9. Meanwhile, in the forgotten war ...
10. Stuff like this is why I have often thought of moving to Canada.
11. Not to totally rehash the debate that raged through this digital space several months ago, but here's more about antibiotic resistance in the news.

One of my favorite things when playing basketball is to defy expectations.  Like when the hoodrats in Waco said in disbelief, "That dude from the Monkeys is schooling you!"  Or when I hit a turnaround fadeaway to seal a Hoop-it-up game and Kenny's friend Rusty (?) looked at me like I'd just shot fireballs out of my ass.  My favorite thing, however, is to do that on D.

My freshman year at Baylor there was a guy in my dorm that I played a lot of ball with.  He was around 6'4", high school all star, a baller.  He used to get really pissed trying to take me off the dribble because about 50% of the time I'd pick his pocket.  One game I took it from him four straight possessions.  (Kind of like Sammy Robles did to me in middle school dribbling drills one day.)

He hated it because he was an obvious athlete and I was this slow scrawny white dude.  His pride told him he should be able to do whatever he wanted against me.

On Saturdays during the offseason the Baylor football players would always show up at the gym for pickup games.  I shocked the hell out of them.  I had long hair, weighed a buck-sixty at 6'1", and wore Chuck Taylors.  By the end of the day they were calling me Pistol Pete.  The peak of the day came when the starting cornerback was bringing the ball up the court.  I moved to pick him up just before half-court.  He gave me a dismissive sneer and went to cross me over.  He's a D1 athlete (at Baylor, but still), so he figures he'll blow by me and throw down a free dunk.  At least that's what he figured until I stole his candy and went the other way all alone.  He tried to call a foul to keep his pride but his boys started clowning him.

The point of all this rambling is not that I think I was ever more than a decent basketball player, but that I was good enough to surprise people who were legit athletes.  Two days ago I did it again to this pasty-white red-headed guy who looked like an Irish version of Roy.  He was clearly the best athlete on the floor and had obvious game.  He gave me the same dismissive sneer that the safety had years ago, and as he faked the crossover with a dip of his shoulder I picked his pocket like Chicago May (but without the prostitution).

I think I'm officially hooked again.  I'm thinking of skipping a lecture today so that I can shoot around to get warm before the lunch-hour pick-up games start.