So I’ve had this ‘thing’ in my eye for a few weeks now. After becoming increasingly irritated by it, I dialed up my optometrist and made an appointment to get it checked out. Luckily, I had already picked up Spanky’s dry cleaning and rinsed out his Crocs so it was no problem to bail out of work.
I went down to the office and they couldn’t see anything so they dilated my eyes and went in for a better look. After 15 minutes of examination which nearly caused me to pass out, they found a tear in my retina. They weren’t all that impressed that I had waited three weeks to get it looked at. “We’re going to get you into surgery today.” Surgery? Holy…
I was off to a specialist (who I never saw), got dilated again and then to the medical center where I met the surgeon. After almost three hours of waiting, I was in the chair. Surgery is a strong term as it’s all done with a laser but it was pretty intense. I liken it to someone arc welding inside my eyeball while they poked me with a pin. I could see my veins and my cornea. From the inside…
Anyway, it was only 5 minutes and while not terribly painful, it certainly wasn’t pleasant. In any event, I’m fine. My eye is sore and I can see the scar but apparently that will clear up.
I had my third [tag]Hangul[/tag] class tonight. Damn it’s hard. I have a new perspective on people who learn English. They’re much smarter than me.
The class is actually going really well though I still haven’t learned to say “My manager smells like a goat…” Maybe next week.
The class is small but the people and teacher are nice. We’re planning on taking a week off at the end of the class and then starting on part 2 right away and we’re all in.
So it wrapped up a bit early which was a blessing as we were doing double consonants and they are simply brutal as the pronunciation changes depending on position but I digress…
I know I’m the only one who even knows that the [tag]Canucks[/tag] are playing tonight. I tried to get home as fast as I could but I always walk to the bus stop with this girl and chat until her bus comes. She’s a fellow geek and we get along well and besides Seymour is sketchy at the best of times so I don’t really mind.
Robson was eerie; it was a ghost town even for a Monday night. Basically it was just people who don’t care about hockey and cops. Lots of cops…
I managed to get home and caught the last 5:19 of the game. Good to see them win. Guess who won’t be getting any sleep tonight? It’s a freakin’ street party outside which is fine but when the party is over, go home ok? Thanks.
There are a few reasons which spring to mind: (a) I’ve moved to .com and haven’t really said anything on .ca and (b) the content is less than compelling. I’ll leave it for you to sort out which is applicable to your situation.
So I hooked up with Biff for a coffee as we are prone to do on a Sunday afternoon. We’re sitting there, drinking coffee and smoking when this guy walks by and is looking at me. My first thought was to get up and break his nose because that’s what people do when you look at them in Vancouver. It was only the fact that he was carrying a baby and sorta looked familiar that kept me in my seat. Meanwhile Biff is blathering on about something when said dude and a woman walk up to us.
Holy… it’s the Dayments! How cool! They were with some friends from Seattle but we had a nice chat with them and got caught up, in a manner of speaking. I have to say, Ever is the cutest little girl…
I’ve come across a couple of sites that are something that this site isn’t; unique and interesting. The first one is straight forward: [tag]bestofyoutube.com[/tag]This website was created during the summer of 2006 to make it easier for people around the world to view the most popular and best clips of YouTube. Pretty cool and they offer a video podcast. Nice.
The second one is harder to define: [tag]Justin.tv[/tag] Dude has affixed a camera to his head and wears it 24/7. Streaming. “Justin wears the camera 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Even in the bathroom. Even on a date.” Somehow I don’t think he needs to worry about the date thing…
Parting thought – The only way you are getting some of my change is if your sign reads:
“Entire family killed by ninjas — need money for karate lessons”
