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Post-traumatic Vegetation

November 18, 2009
By Asmodeane in Posts

It’s been a quiet week and a half since I’ve last posted. A very dark and quiet week and a half. I wrote my last entry on what I think was a Sunday, and was supposed to go to work the following day, but didn’t. As I was laying on the couch staring at the ceiling, and occasionally at the monitor,  I felt a slight shortness of breath and decided there and then to milk my N1H1 for all it was worth. After all, the cases that went down a few months before mine were treated like prima donnas, getting at least a few weeks worth of home quarantine. And there is little else I love as much as having sick leave. Not the faking kind, mind you. But the real kind, where you’re actually sick. Because that way you can enjoy your time off guilt-free! And suddenly you’re not a looser anymore, not just another couch potato wasting his life in the glare of his screens, but a Man Most Seriously Indisposed, and you don’t have to feel guilty for not going outside or not seeing friends. And the computer games feel just like they did when you were 16, not just a sad waste of time…

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Hella picteresque!

The Rapids.

So I went to the docs, who took some blood, scribbled some notes, and listened to my chest. Then I waited in the hall for a little while, dozed off for a few minutes (for I was indeed a little indisposed and very tired), and then got called in again to be told that my leukocytes were a bit high and that my hemoglobin was a little low. There were some other difficult names mentioned in conjunction with some numbers, but I forget what they were. After all was said and done I got another week of sick leave for my trouble! And did shit all with it, which was the plan. I did gather myself up from the couch and went for a walk one sunny day, going to Vanhankaupunginkoski rapids. I was actually on the way to my boat to shake the snow off the tarp, but decided to take a walk around the rapids area because I never been there and it all looked hella picturesque. So I walked along the shore, taking pictures and

Dip-netters!

Dip-netters!

enjoying the rare sunshine, and spotted some old men fishing. I thought they were angling or fly-fishing, but then I noticed that they had dipnets instead! Like, using netted hoops on really long poles. I took a few pics, and then stood around waiting for them to catch something, but as I stood there, freezing, they caught absolutely nothing. Just some clumps of gross yellow foam and one empty tetra pak of milk. The whole thing looked like a joke, anyway. I guess its more of a chance for the old farts to get some exercise and social interaction than an effective way of catching fish.

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Anyway, apart from getting moderately pisshed on Friday and going to a somewhat dull birthday party on Saturday I did nothing. And frankly I could go on doing nothing for the rest of the winter, apart from a few excursions abroad. But alas, my robust health returned and I was back behind the desk last Monday. Oh, I also bought a new phone last Thursday, since my old Nokia 2680 has passed away due to advanced age and being thrown at the wall a few times too many. So this time I wanted to buy something a bit more durable, something that would survive the rigors of drunken sailing. I thought of getting a Samsung B2100 at first, as it was cheaper and more waterproof, but then decided to get a Nokia 3720 because it was prettier and offered a way better screen, better sound quality and a better camera. So far it’s been great, but I haven’t tested it in extreme conditions yet. Nor do I plan to. The only thing that I know is that I haven’t recharged the battery for 5 days, and it still shows up as 3/4 full. And that’s what I personally need from a phone, not HD video, internet, or a gigapixel camera.

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Guess it’s time for some links and then maybe a little bit of S.T.A.L.K.E.R., if I have the energy.

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Ok, and then a couple of HD youtube clips for the road.

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First, a CGI reconstruction, complete with cockpit audio and the tower comm, of the Hudson birdstrike ditching, otherwise known as “The Hudson Miracle”. You know, the one where some geese flew into an A320’s engines, some pants were soiled and a plane was scuttled in a river by a heroic pilot.

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And this little demolition clip is just nice to watch in HD. So crisp, the morning light so fresh. Ah, just so purdy.

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Ok, and this last one is just for laughs. I am sure it’s really old, but I’ve usually steered clear of political dissin’ videos, so haven’t seen it. Sure is well made!

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Yawn. I think I’ll watch some House now. Night.

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