April 12th, 2008

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Agony, that can cut like a knife....

Things have not been happy over the past week or so. Everything on the pain front seems to have deteriorated and I've been popping opiates like a hophead loose in a pharmacy. It's running amok with my stock of drugs and I'm only a few days away from running out of my primary stash. Luckily, I tend to be a squirrel when it comes to drugs, storing away plenty of nuts for a bleak winter. That should tide me over until I can get another prescription filled.

As far as I can figure, I'm taking at least 2-3x more than I would have just a couple months ago. The really obnoxious part about it is that it's not all that helpful at times. I'm left just waiting for the drugs to kick in, never sure if I should just down more or give the current dose more time. It's funny but I'm still under the amount prescribed as far as instructions go. It's all bupkiss anyway. If I did pop 2 ever 6 hours, I'm sure I'd be a happier camper (or vomiting my brains out) but I'd go through 8 pills a day and 240 in a month. If the doctor really wanted me to take that much, why the hell is the quantity on each perscription only 60?. Feh. Either way, I'm going through more than 60 a month at the moment, which means I'm going to have to get someone to either up the quantity or up the dosage.

What I would really like is something that's time released. It would be great to pop a pill and then know I'd be good for the rest of the day instead of constantly having to put out fires when they spring up. Unfortunately, the only time release opiate I know of off the top of my head is hillbilly heroin. After all the bad press about it, I'm sure it must be a bitch to get Oxycontin nowadays. I think I'll go and see if I can finagle a few though and test it out. It has to better than dosing acutely. I'm alwyas behind the curve no matter what as it stands.
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And you thought picking colleges was stressful

Parents Fight Over Which Gang Toddler Should Join

COMMERCE CITY, Colo. -- A couple fighting about which gang their 4-year-old toddler should join caused a public disturbance that resulted in the father's arrest, Commerce City police said Thursday.

On Saturday, Joseph Manzanares stormed into the Hollywood Video store where his girlfriend worked, threatened to kill her and knocked over several video displays and even a computer, Commerce City police Sgt. Joe Sandoval said.

After he ran out of the store, police were called and the 19-year-old was arrested at his home.

His girlfriend told police that they had been arguing about the upbringing of their son and which gang he should belong to. The teen mother, who is black, is a member of the Crips. Manzanares is Hispanic and belongs to the Westside Ballers gang, the woman said.

"They have different ideas on how the baby should be raised. Basically, she said they cannot agree on which gang the baby would 'claim,'" Sandoval said.

At worst, if you pick the wrong college it might just mess up your future a bit. Pick the wrong gang to join though, and you might not have a future.

It's almost sort of commendable in an insane sort of way. These parents are planning for their kid's future. You almost think there should be a clothing line they sell in the ghetto. Little baby jumpers with 'Future Crips' or 'Future Baller' written on them. Instead of little blue birds and yellow butterflies there can be guns and crack pipes. I think it could sell and sell big. I mean, gangs usually have disposable income, right? All that drug money has to go somewhere.
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Satanic Cat Watch: Day 1701

Misfired artillery crashes into girl's bed

JEFFERSON TOWNSHIP, New Jersey (AP) -- A piece of artillery that was apparently misfired by the military crashed through the roof of a New Jersey home miles away Friday and injured a young girl's cat, which had to be euthanized, officials said.

No people were injured when the two-pound piece hit the Jefferson Township home about two-and-a- half miles from the Picatinny Arsenal and landed in the girl's bed, said Peter Rowland, arsenal spokesman. She wasn't home, but her cat was sleeping on the bed.

The homeowner told authorities she heard a loud noise around 2:40 p.m. and found the 6-by-4-inch object.

Picatinny officials told The Star-Ledger of Newark they were investigating. The base had been conducting tests Friday, and it wasn't immediately clear what type of artillery hit the home.

Picatinny is the site of the Armament Research, Development and Engineering Center, whose mission is to conduct research, development and engineering for weapons systems.

Death from above! The counter revolution has begun and the military is on our side. No doubt they were developing secret cat-seeking explosive shells at the instillation and this was just a test run. Well, that or the family was sick of trying to keep the cat off the furniture. We can be relatively sure it's never going to shed on the bed again.
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Are there no poor houses? No prisons?

It gets harder and harder for me to read fantasy trilogies nowadays. I love the genre in general, but the classic tropes just don't agree with me like they used to. In many fantasy novels, the hero is always some young person who from humble beginnings goes on to defeat some dire evil that threatens their world. Our young protagonist is always one of two archtypes. The first is some ignorant hillbilly bumpkin who has no idea that they might be destined for greatness. They may be the long lost heir to some throne or possess some internal talent for magic or swordcraft or whatever it happens to be that sets them apart from the average person. I have no problem with this sort of main character. My problem is with the other common narrative.

In this case, it's another young person but they're petulant and iconoclasts. They're upset at something and rage at the system in which they're born. This could range from having controlling parents to not wanting to follow traditional gender roles to not liking the current social structure or whatever. I find that I just can't handle the teenage angst and whining anymore.

Even when the thing they're bitching about is a just cause, the sniveling and self-righteous prattle really gets on my nerves. I just can't relate to it anymore, if I ever did. This sort of fantasy writing caters to the disaffected youth and I just find it incredibly tiring nowdays. I wish I could just reach through the pages and slap some sense into the little bastard.

What sparked this is that I finally got around to starting Mercedes Lackey's Obsidian Trilogy. The main character is a spoiled brat named Kellen who's upset that he has to live up to the great reputation of his father and his entire family tree. So, true to teenage nature, he rails against the expectations and complains incessantly about how his life, the city, and the world is too controlled. I keep thinking about the thousands of people who would cut off their arm to trade lives with him and he spends all his time so far griping. Hell, most people would love to live in a city even where everything is clean, safe and orderly yet he finds the whole idea to be stifling.

Now, I will admit I'm only 30-40 pages into the book, but he's pushing all of my buttons right off the bat. I think what it comes down to in the end is that I just loathe teenagers. I didn't have much patience for them when I was one and it's only gotten worse as I've aged. It's too bad we can't just euthanize all the mouthy ones.