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  1. Vezok's Friend

    Police Everywhere

    By Vezok's Friend,

    Well, after Germany elected a new government there were threats of incidents to happen. Police responded quickly.
     
    I am not trying to say anything political, but today was actually the first time that I saw a policeman with an automatic weapon in my town.
     
    On a more lighter note: I went shopping today. A bit of Lego, a few DVDs and some hardware
  2. Vezok's Friend

    October 19th

    By Vezok's Friend,

    That's when our regional government starts giving out the new vaccine against the swineflu. I am not too worried about it, but I'll get myself the shot anyway, even though it's apparently quite the strong stuff, with intenser and longer side-effects (Including aches and fevers).
     
    And on another health-related note:
    I seem to have damaged or at least overstressed my left arm during workout the day before yesterday, as bending it hurts since two days now.
    Lesson learned: Don't do dumbbells and watch a movie and loose track of the lenght of your workout.
  3. Vezok's Friend

    I'm A Modern Man!

    By Vezok's Friend,

    I'm a modern man, a man for the millennium, digital and smoke-free.
    A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist.
    Politically, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect.
    I've been uplinked and downloaded, I've been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading.
    I'm a high-tech lowlife.
    A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, bicoastal multitasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.
    I'm new wave, but I'm old school, and my inner child is outward bound.
    I'm a hot-wired, heat-seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice-activated and biodegradable.
    I interface with my database, and my database is in cyberspace, so I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive, and from time to time I'm radioactive.
    Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, riding the wave, dodging a bullet, pushing the envelope. I'm on point, on task, on message, and off drugs.
    I got no need for coke and speed, I got no urge to binge and purge.
    I'm in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar.
    A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary.
    A street-wise smart bomb, a top-gun bottom feeder.
    I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps.
    I'm a totally ongoing bigfoot slam dunk rainmaker with a proactive outreach.
    A raging workaholic; a working rageaholic.
    Out of rehab, and in denial.
    I've got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal agenda.
    You can't shut me up, you can't dumb me down.
    'Cause I'm tireless, and I'm wireless, I'm an alpha male on beta blockers.
    I'm a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion forward.
    Up front, down home, low-rent, high-maintenance.
    Super-size, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready, and built to last.
    I'm a hands-on, foot-loose, kneejerk, headcase.
    Prematurely post-traumatic, and I have a love child who sends me hate mail.
    But I'm feeling, I'm caring, I'm healing, I'm sharing, a supportive bonding nurturing primary caregiver.
    My output is down, but my income is up.
    I take a short position on the long bond, and my revenue stream has its own cash flow.
    I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports.
    I'm gender-specific, capital-intensive, user-friendly, and lactose-intolerant.
    I bought a microwave at a mini mall;I bought a mini van in a mega store.
    I eat fast food in the slow lane.
    I'm toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear, and I come in all sizes.
    A fully-equipped, factory-authorized, hospital-tested, clinically-proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle.
    I've been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed, and I have an unlimited broadband capacity.
    I'm a rude dude, but I'm the real deal, lean and mean.
    Cocked, locked and ready to rock.
    Rough tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide, I got glide in my stride.
    Drivin' and movin', sailin' and spinnin', jivin' and groovin', wailin' and whinin.'
    I don't snooze, so I don't lose.
    I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road.
    I party hearty, and lunch time is crunch time.
    I'm hanging in, there ain't no doubt.
    And I'm hanging tough, over and out.
     


  4. Vezok's Friend
    Today has been a bad day for a lot of people I care about and all I can do is to think of this song...
     
    When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
    When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on
    Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes
     
    Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along
    When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
    If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
    When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on
     
    'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends
    Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand
    If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
     
    If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
    When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on
     
    Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
    Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes
    And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on
    Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
    Everybody hurts. You are not alone
  5. Vezok's Friend
    This was a triumph.
    I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
    It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
    Aperture Science
    We do what we must
    because we can.
    For the good of all of us.
    Except the ones who are dead.
    But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
    You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
    And the Science gets done.
    And you make a neat gun.
    For the people who are still alive.
    I'm not even angry.
    I'm being so sincere right now.
    Even though you broke my heart.
    And killed me.
    And tore me to pieces.
    And threw every piece into a fire.
    As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
    Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
    And we're out of beta.
    We're releasing on time.
    So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
    Think of all the things we learned
    for the people who are still alive.
    Go ahead and leave me.
    I think I prefer to stay inside.
    Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
    Maybe Black Mesa
    THAT WAS A JOKE.
    HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
    Anyway, this cake is great.
    It's so delicious and moist.
    Look at me still talking
    when there's Science to do.
    When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
    I've experiments to run.
    There is research to be done.
    On the people who are still alive.
    And believe me I am still alive.
    I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
    I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
    While you're dying I'll be still alive.
    And when you're dead I will be still alive.


  6. Vezok's Friend
    A 1997 movie called Airboss.
     
    I was at first intrigued by the plot. Terrorists stealing a prototype MiG stealth-fighterjet and the USAF cleans up the mess? Potentially awesome.
    I should have been more aware that I got that DVD in a "4 for 5 bucks" deal and to faintly hope for a good B-movie in the action category was delusional to begin with.
     
    So here's the story: Terrorists break into a military facility to capture said super-duper stealth-fighter. Except, "military facility" must be translated with "shabby warehouse" and "super-duper stalthplane" with "something vaguely plane-shaped under a piece of cloth.
    So aparrently new stealth plains are hidden in warehouses. Interesting.
     
    Afte the plane-theft we are introduced to our hero. A Navy flight instructor blaming himself for the death of a young pilot-learner. What really happened that she died in a planecrash I dunno, but he blames himself. Let's leave it at that. Then the man is called back into active duty by an old pal because of the new stealth plane on the loose.
    Our pilot-ace is sent to fly recon over the middle-east to find the terrorists base and is promptly shot down by our ghost-jet over the desert, which, first seen in action, is far from being a) stealthy, b)new, c)Russian. Actually they used stock-film-material from an American F15.
     
    At that point I abandoned all hope.
     
    Captured the hero is taken to the terrorist base, which oddly looks like a set of an medieval castle. Oh well, guess they had those too in the middle-east.
    The top-terrorist closest assosciate, a pretty blonde woman immediately falls for the captured pilot after seeing him chained in a cell and immediately helps him escape from the base, which is guarded by only one person.
     
    They run from the base, outrunning the jeeps in pursuit, which can be taken out by one salve of fire from a cosmic magazine Ak47.
    Let's look back: Pilotace was shot down over the middle of the desert. Desert. In the escape, it takes them 5 minutes on foot to reach the seashore. Must be one heck of a small desert then.
    Just as our pilots sergeant (who didn't like the hero in the beginning) comes in a helicopter to pull them out, blonde woman and him decide to fall in love.
     
    Anyway, now the heroes must find the topterrorist. After an incredibly stupid tank-battle the bad guy hops into his non-stealthy stealth plane to flee the scene.
    Pilotace steals another plane in the hangar, which would be a Mig or Sukhoi, since we are in former soviet union states. But no, the plane is an american F4 Phantom.
    Next comes the dogfight showdown, which is resolved by the hero thinking: "Oh since I can't see the bogeyman, I bet he is right behind me now, so I'll release a bit of fuel which will blind him and make his plane explode. Anybody wondering how that might work: Don't bother, this is a bad C-Movie after all!
     
    And now my favourite part: Our hero stole a Mig, which was an F4 Phantom. Now it suddenly changes colour in midair: to a bright red special livery. Isn't that snazzy for a victorious fighter-pilot. But the incosistency doesn't end, oh no. He returns of course, back to the aircraft carrier, but the plane landing is neither the grey F4 he stole nor the bright red F4 he flew there: It's an F14 Tomcat.
     
    So, it doesn't really get worse then this. It's a bit like a Michael Bay movie, except without the sponsoring by the military and the spiffy effects and the actually good actors.
  12. Vezok's Friend

    Need Sleep

    By Vezok's Friend,

    Been working on one piece of art since I got home. Finished it about 90%, just need to add shadow to one area.
    Will upload tomorrow.
    Am going to bed.
    Peace out.

  17. Vezok's Friend

    Enneagram: Nine

    By Vezok's Friend,

    "I am at peace"


    Peacemakers are receptive, good-natured, and supportive. They seek union with others and the world around them.



    How to Get Along with Me

    • If you want me to do something, how you ask is important. I especially don't like expectations or pressure.

    • I like to listen and to be of service, but don't take advantage of this.

    • Listen until I finish speaking, even though I meander a bit.

    • Give me time to finish things and make decisions. It's OK to nudge me gently and nonjudgmentally.

    • Ask me questions to help me get clear.

    • Tell me when you like how I look. I'm not averse to flattery.

    • Hug me, show physical affection. It opens me up to my feelings.

    • I like a good discussion but not a confrontation.

    • Let me know you like what I've done or said.

    • Laugh with me and share in my enjoyment of life.



    What I Like About Being a NINE

    • being nonjudgmental and accepting

    • caring for and being concerned about others

    • being able to relax and have a good time

    • knowing that most people enjoy my company; I'm easy to be around

    • my ability to see many different sides of an issue and to be a good mediator and facilitator

    • my heightened awareness of sensations, aesthetics, and the here and now

    • being able to go with the flow and feel one with the universe



    What's Hard About Being a NINE

    • being judged and misunderstood for being placid and/or indecisive

    • being critical of myself for lacking initiative and discipline

    • being too sensitive to criticism; taking every raised eyebrow and twitch of the mouth personally

    • being confused about what I really want

    • caring too much about what others will think of me

    • not being listened to or taken seriously



    NINEs as Children Often

    • feel ignored and that their wants, opinions, and feelings are unimportant

    • tune out a lot, especially when others argue

    • are "good" children: deny anger or keep it to themselves



    NINEs as Parents

    • are supportive, kind, and warm

    • are sometimes overly permissive or nondirective


    I am very surprised how accurate this test is...
  19. Vezok's Friend

    Scrubs...

    By Vezok's Friend,

    Is it weird to identify with a TV-show character? Even if we both do have inner monologues, work at a hospital and our best buddy there is in surgery?
     
    Plus, I like Journey
  20. Vezok's Friend
    So, everything was gone for 4 weeks now...And I had just gotten used to not checking here fequently... 
    Well, at least I'll commence writing here, in my blog, again. Which brings me to my first point: I think I need a new name for this joint. And I could use some suggestions.
     
    I am not really in the mood to recount everything that I did over the last 4 weeks, but here's a short summary: I've started my job on July 1st.
    I am working at the hospital now, in anaestesiology and surgery. Most of the time I am in the wakeup-room where people are brought ater surgery for post-operative monitoring, so one of the first faces you'll see after leaving one of the 6 ORs here will probably be mine.
     
    I've also been inside the ORs, assisting a little in preping the patients, I also attended a few surgeries and I've seen some things you wouldn't want to hear about.
     
    One positive side-effect of working in a hospital is that most day-to-day problems you face become minor compared to what some of the patients go through.
     
    So,I've got work, enough free time, money an a tasty plate of Spaghetti. Seems like everythings going the way it should.
  21. Vezok's Friend

    Recent

    By Vezok's Friend,

    Many may have noticed that lately I haven't been replying to topics, RPing or responding to PMs as much as I used to over the 3 years I was here, even when I was alone in Montreal with college to handle or my finals coming up.
     
    I have several reasons. First of all, work. It's not that the job is keeping me busy even in my spare time, it's just that I am gone for most of the day, doing a pretty interesting job with quite a bit of responsibility attached to it (If I screw up realy badly, people coming out of surgery in bad shape could die after all)
     
    Secondly I have gotten back to one of my old hobbies: Building model planes. It's been since last year, in which a lot happened, and I didn't have the time or the right mood for it, but now, coming home from work I usually find the patience to put on an audiobook and use smelly colour and a tiny brush to give small fighterjets a decent paintjob after putting them together. And it is a timeconsuming thing: 1 hour for painting two missiles and they are far from done.
     
    Thirdly I haven't felt the Bionicle or RPG vibe lately. I am not dropping out of Bionicle and still keep track of things, but as House put it cleverly: You can only eat so much chili before you burn your tongue and then you don't want anything to do with chili for a long time.
    So right now I need something else, some Lasagna.
     
    For those who know the chili metaphor in it's actual context though: I've come to make some decisions what I will do over the next year and what I want. But some old chapters need a good ending first before I can make a fresh start.
    So I need distance from a few things here to do what I have to.
     
    So, I'll hang around, I'll reply to PMs if possible and I'll check blogs, but don't expect much art or roleplaying from me.
     
  24. Vezok's Friend
    Warning: People with very vivid imagination or weak stomachs might not want to read on.
     

    » Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... «I saw the result of a hemicolectomy yesterday. a good 15 to 20cm piece of colon with a bit of surrounding tissue in a bucket which my colleague brought down to pathology. Fascinating stuff.
     
    And another fun fact: After a surgery in the digestive tract the docs don't pay much attention to how the colon was in the stomach before, they just stuff it back in and get done with it. That is not a joke or an exaggeration btw.
     
     
    I wonder what else I'll see in the next 8 months.
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