Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Twelve oh One
and in precisely five hours and fifty-nine minutes, re-minisce shall be embarking on a thirty-six hour sojourn towards sleeplessness. Yeah, another on-call. I so love my job. This time I better get to slice someone up good or I will have hissyfits.
As an aside, I've just realised how strange the sentence "yeah, me, this one's for you" sounds.
Anyhow, moving swiftly on.
Over lunch yesterday I was doing the usual rant-routine, being my usual misogynistic self (five syllables! ding!) and rambling about You Women being Vain (cf the female junior who had her good looks temporarily fractured in an accident) and predicting that she would opt for an operation which might well be unnecessary, to ensure the perpetuation of her continued sex-appeal. (In truth, I quite understand this, and I would have if I was a girl... I was just tweaking the other female doctors strings a little to wind em up. re-minisce does perverse things like this once in a while just for fun.)
So anyhow I decided to take a different tack, and posed the question to the other male doctors on the team. If you got knocked up, and suffered a minor fracture to your face that might leave a tiny dent in your head, would you opt for an operation to reduce that fragment, given all the potential complications of operation (because as we all know, all operations carry risks)
They all answered yes, undoubtedly, without a second's pause.
...
Men nowadays. Shrug.
*****
Incidentally, the female doctor decided not to. Pragmatism - 1, aesthetics - 0.
I think it says something about role reversal in these confused times we live in.
*****
After Sunset
caught this one with a friend tonight; it wasn't spectacularly good, but it was funny in parts, and rated okay in my books. I guess selma hayek helped quite a bit, or rather selma hayeks bits helped heaps. heh heh. So many gratuitious shots of her assets... I started giggling after a while. It (or rather, they) was quite literally in your face. That's hollywood for you. Lap it up, boys... cue sex scene.
So it wasn't quite Ocean's eleven, and so it wasn't... an intellectual movie. Still, somedays you just want to laugh (especially the day before a 36 hour stint) and this movie did have a couple laughs in it.
The Friend however was not amused; she thought it sucked.
I guess it all boils down to Pierce Brosnan looking a little patchy and raggedy, and Selma Hayek continuing to defy gravity even when lying flat on her back / front....
Heh.
*****
Random thoughts
It wasn't just the way She laughed, or the way She spoke, or even the things she said or the way she said them.
It wasn't just the sparkle in her eyes, or the way she used her eyebrows and her soul to communicate her thoughts to you, beamed across empty air with something so bright that it almost seemed to burn.
It was the way she listened; the way she responded; the way she made you feel like she knew just what you were trying to say to her - almost in advance.
The way She made you feel... welcome.
Perhaps that is the last ingredient.
Perhaps this is my philosopher's stone.
As an aside, I've just realised how strange the sentence "yeah, me, this one's for you" sounds.
Anyhow, moving swiftly on.
Over lunch yesterday I was doing the usual rant-routine, being my usual misogynistic self (five syllables! ding!) and rambling about You Women being Vain (cf the female junior who had her good looks temporarily fractured in an accident) and predicting that she would opt for an operation which might well be unnecessary, to ensure the perpetuation of her continued sex-appeal. (In truth, I quite understand this, and I would have if I was a girl... I was just tweaking the other female doctors strings a little to wind em up. re-minisce does perverse things like this once in a while just for fun.)
So anyhow I decided to take a different tack, and posed the question to the other male doctors on the team. If you got knocked up, and suffered a minor fracture to your face that might leave a tiny dent in your head, would you opt for an operation to reduce that fragment, given all the potential complications of operation (because as we all know, all operations carry risks)
They all answered yes, undoubtedly, without a second's pause.
...
Men nowadays. Shrug.
*****
Incidentally, the female doctor decided not to. Pragmatism - 1, aesthetics - 0.
I think it says something about role reversal in these confused times we live in.
*****
After Sunset
caught this one with a friend tonight; it wasn't spectacularly good, but it was funny in parts, and rated okay in my books. I guess selma hayek helped quite a bit, or rather selma hayeks bits helped heaps. heh heh. So many gratuitious shots of her assets... I started giggling after a while. It (or rather, they) was quite literally in your face. That's hollywood for you. Lap it up, boys... cue sex scene.
So it wasn't quite Ocean's eleven, and so it wasn't... an intellectual movie. Still, somedays you just want to laugh (especially the day before a 36 hour stint) and this movie did have a couple laughs in it.
The Friend however was not amused; she thought it sucked.
I guess it all boils down to Pierce Brosnan looking a little patchy and raggedy, and Selma Hayek continuing to defy gravity even when lying flat on her back / front....
Heh.
*****
Random thoughts
It wasn't just the way She laughed, or the way She spoke, or even the things she said or the way she said them.
It wasn't just the sparkle in her eyes, or the way she used her eyebrows and her soul to communicate her thoughts to you, beamed across empty air with something so bright that it almost seemed to burn.
It was the way she listened; the way she responded; the way she made you feel like she knew just what you were trying to say to her - almost in advance.
The way She made you feel... welcome.
Perhaps that is the last ingredient.
Perhaps this is my philosopher's stone.
