Excellent questions both! I don't mind aswering them at all!
2. So on the day of my graduation from high school, Lewis Black was going to be performing downtown, and it seemed like the perfect way to celebrate my end of high school. It was a great performance, and at the end he and his opening act both waited in the lobby to sign autographs and sell CDs. When I approached, I mentioned that I had come here instead of going to the school-sponsored graduation party. "Why?" he asked. "Because it's a stupid party," I said. "They're having it in a sports mall, and they actually lock you in until 3 a.m.." He raised an eyebrow, and I added, "The locking is to preserve our virginity and blood alcohol content." He frowned. "What about after 3 a.m.?" I shrugged. "Beats me. I guess they think we'll have gotten the idea by then." And he cracked up.
It wasn't a hilarious punchline, but I felt rather proud of myself anyway.
4. Okay, I say this a lot, because I think it's awesome: My daddy's a brain surgeon. This may be the reason I'm fascinated by The World Of Medicine, or maybe I would have been anyway and I'm just lucky. Either way, for a long time as a teenager I kept remarking that it would be cool if I got to watch him to surgery, wouldn't it? Huh? He was noncommittal, until one day early in the morning when he called me and said he'd gotten clearance for me to come down to the hospital RIGHT NOW and watch. So I booked it down there without eating breakfast, got into a pair of scrubs, and was led into the OR where one of the assistants got the task of explaining to me what was going on. "Just don't cause an unnecessary disturbance," the team told me. "We have people faint here sometimes. Then there are two patients! Ha ha!" "Ha ha!" I agreed. So I stood back and watched while they popped open a lady's skull--it was a relatively simple operation to drain a subdural hematoma. You pop a quarter-sized hole into their head with a Big Damn Drill, then whip out something I swear is a sterile a turkey baster full of saline and use that to flush out the coagulated blood. It was really incredible. "This is really incredible," I thought. I think it's about then that I woke up on the floor. So the inglorious end to my adventure was me in scrubs on a gurney sipping orange juice. But still, it was very cool. I must have had a subconscious response, because my conscious mind had no idea anything was wrong until I woke up. So if you ever get the opportunity to watch, remember to eat breakfast first.
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Date: 2008-06-28 10:44 pm (UTC)2. So on the day of my graduation from high school, Lewis Black was going to be performing downtown, and it seemed like the perfect way to celebrate my end of high school. It was a great performance, and at the end he and his opening act both waited in the lobby to sign autographs and sell CDs. When I approached, I mentioned that I had come here instead of going to the school-sponsored graduation party.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because it's a stupid party," I said. "They're having it in a sports mall, and they actually lock you in until 3 a.m.." He raised an eyebrow, and I added, "The locking is to preserve our virginity and blood alcohol content."
He frowned. "What about after 3 a.m.?"
I shrugged. "Beats me. I guess they think we'll have gotten the idea by then."
And he cracked up.
It wasn't a hilarious punchline, but I felt rather proud of myself anyway.
4. Okay, I say this a lot, because I think it's awesome: My daddy's a brain surgeon. This may be the reason I'm fascinated by The World Of Medicine, or maybe I would have been anyway and I'm just lucky. Either way, for a long time as a teenager I kept remarking that it would be cool if I got to watch him to surgery, wouldn't it? Huh? He was noncommittal, until one day early in the morning when he called me and said he'd gotten clearance for me to come down to the hospital RIGHT NOW and watch. So I booked it down there without eating breakfast, got into a pair of scrubs, and was led into the OR where one of the assistants got the task of explaining to me what was going on.
"Just don't cause an unnecessary disturbance," the team told me. "We have people faint here sometimes. Then there are two patients! Ha ha!"
"Ha ha!" I agreed.
So I stood back and watched while they popped open a lady's skull--it was a relatively simple operation to drain a subdural hematoma. You pop a quarter-sized hole into their head with a Big Damn Drill, then whip out something I swear is a sterile a turkey baster full of saline and use that to flush out the coagulated blood. It was really incredible.
"This is really incredible," I thought.
I think it's about then that I woke up on the floor.
So the inglorious end to my adventure was me in scrubs on a gurney sipping orange juice.
But still, it was very cool. I must have had a subconscious response, because my conscious mind had no idea anything was wrong until I woke up. So if you ever get the opportunity to watch, remember to eat breakfast first.