yes, i am still alive...

OK. I know I haven't posted anything in a while. it really just comes down to time. the job's got me working seven days in a row at times, and I just can find the time, or the words to give you all something worthwhile to read. however, I want to prevent myself from losing the few faithful readers I still have, so I’m planning to give you at least one post weekly. now, if I only had something to say....

oh yeah, I bought a PDA. HP iPAQ to be exact. I’d like to express my thanks to the inventors of these fun little devices, as it has made my life much simpler. I no longer come home with pockets full of shreds of paper inscribed with messages which become indecipherable over the course of a twelve hour shift. now I simply put it in the PDA. gotta love technology. I’d also like to thank Steve for providing me with some games to keep me occupied during my moments of boredom. let's see, what else has been going on....

Jen and I have a new baby doctor. I can't say that I’m pleased with her, or should I say, them. most insurance companies know that patients feel much more comfortable with seeing one doctor. commonly known in my field as the Primary Care Physician. especially when this doctor will be delivering your child. now, Kaiser Permanente will provide you with a PCP, but this consists of seven, count them seven doctors, whom you don't even really see before the delivery, and a nurse practitioner. so, we go to the doctor, see the nurse practitioner, and when the baby comes, go to the hospital where we could very well meet the doctor for the first time. I don't know. I’m sure we'll get through it OK, but it just isn't very personalized.

and this is one reason why I don't go to the doctor. for anything. I haven't been to the doctor for myself in a good 4/5 years. which I think I a good thing. if it ain't broke, don't fix it. some people seem to think otherwise. I just don't feel comfortable going to a medical office and have some guy in a white lab coat do things to me that I won't do to me. if you ask me, fuck that. sure, if I’m sick, of course I’m going to go. it's the only way to get a prescription.

the fuzz on my ass...

woke up this morning kinda late for my 6am shift. damn am i glad i didn't go out last night. sure, it's always a good time going out with the steve, but had i done so, i never would have made it in on time. well on my way, doing exactly the 35 mph limit on richmond road through Beachwood, i see a cop. i'm thinking, no biggie, i'm a law-abiding citizen at the moment. to my surprise, he busts a u-ey and rides my ass up to the Chagrin Rd intersection. here's where it gets fucked up. another BPD vehicle comes up on my passenger side and begins shining his big spotlight in my face. i wave, and motion that i'll be pulling into BP as i needed gas and coffee anyway in the event he'd like to speak with me. i get out, approach his car, which is ok in this case since i wasn't doing anything wrong, and in full EMT type gear. he goes on to explain that he was mistaken and i was wrongly profiled as being a black male crackhead by the other cop and pulled away. i'm now somewhat regretting him leaving me so quickly because i'd really like to know where to find one of those "turn white guys black" spotlights. and off to work i went.

later today, our last trip to be exact, we get a call for a trauma from Solon ER to Metro Trauma ER. 2 black males, involved in a high speed wreck (60-90 mph into a telephone pole). the two had not been wearing seatbelts, and had no airbags in the vehicle, but as we in the EMS field know, God takes special care of drunks, crackheads, and criminals when it comes to car accidents after evading PD, so these fuckers were still alive. now, i spoke with one of the cops and came to realize these two had been on a robbin' and pillagin' spree all night, and the final of 2 GTA's putting them in a dark colored SUV (one of which i drive) and were possibly in Beachwood, where i had been approached this morning. ending up in Solon, with PD in pursuit where they finally hit that fatefull pole. and here i was transporting one of the bastards i had been mistaken for simply by driving y car through Beachwood.

it's a mad, mad, mad, world.

the Revolution is long way off...

you know the revolution is a long way off when you encounter an experience such as mine last night.

one of the dudes i work with threw a party at his house. it was the usual EMS and fire shindig. a bunch of people i work with, a few Cleveland firefighters and medics, plus a bunch from various other companies and departments all standing around talking about work. why is it that when you get a group of people with the same common interests to have a good time, they always ruin things with talk about work? that's where the whole revolution thing comes in. see, K called me a couple nights before and invited me to the party along with about 30 people from Cleveland's south side whom i chill with on a pretty regular basis. anyways, we go out to Parma, racist capitol of the cleveland area, 30 muthafuckers deep. great idea. we get to the party and we enter into a sea of white people. not white people like you or i, but some REAL white people. we mingle for a minute and pretty much start our own thing so as not to make anyone too uncomfortable. me, big mark, chris, and jason are chillin on the deck, took over the stereo, and the host's girlfriend comes over. she starts talking to big mark and just happens to say some of the most shocking shit i've heard in years: "oh my, i've never, like, had a conversation with, like, somebody who was black before." ain't that some shit? i actually thought i heard the CD skip at that exact moment. whatever, just thought it was some funny shit.

a little something to hold you over....

so, i reviewed my statcounter and assume that with the steady amount of returning visitors i should give you all something to read. i know it's been a minute since i've really had anything to say. here's a few of my most recent thoughts to tide you over until i think of something better.

George W Bush: still a pussy, hate that bastard.

OSU Football: the season's starting today with the battle for ohio. i think they'll do ok this year, but i'm not expecting anything spectacular.

i'm really starting to regret owning such a large vehicle. i waxed the durango yesterday. i started at 11am and finished around 3. my arms are so full of lactic acid right now that i can barely lift it to get a hit from my cigarette.

anyhoo, i'm gonna go. got some things to take care of.