April 2008
16 posts
DAG. →
Bad News for Just About Everyone
me: depression is a risk factor for Alzheimer's
meaghano: talk about kicking someone when they're down
me: i know! "if you developed depression before the age of 60, you were actually 4 times more likely to develop it."*
meaghano: WHAT
me: "People with depression often release lots of cortisol because of the stress of their depression, and it is believed that cortisol by itself could cause damage to the vital connections in the brain that are responsible for memory."*
meaghano: ohh my
me: o blarggh
meaghano: I dunno, like then what IS alzheimers? Is it just dementia XTREME? I dunno if its a disease so much as a state of being...thats it, i dont believe in Alzheimers.
me: no, I think its like the illness you get when your depression eats your brain
meaghano: ha
me: like how cheeseburgers make you not hungry, but also make your heart explode
meaghano: its called Jesus' Revenge
me: a dick slap from the allmighty
*Per Dr. Sanjay Gupta
The Implicit Association Test (IAT) →
Your data suggest little to no automatic preference between self and others. Hells yeah! Your data suggest moderate automatic preference for White Faces over Black Faces. Damn it! Blargh.
Pretty Girls with Fat Asses, Revenge of the →
this is why we're hot
Chris: are you going to that pink and yellow party thing?
Me: I'm not sure
Chris: i don't think i own any clothing that is pink or yellow.
Me: just pee on a white t-shirt
Chris: what if just the pits are yellow?
Me: sounds like a party to me
In our continuing efforts to turn children insane →
I mainly posted this for the shout-out to the Skin Horse from the Velveteen Rabbit, but I remember giving my stuffed animals a funeral when I thought they had gotten too old. I “buried” them behind the dresser in my room until my mom noticed and exhumed them. Which just means that I had a way healthier understanding of death at 6 then I do know.
crap-solute power corrupts crap-solutely
there is no greater feeling of impotence then watching a student walk out with a book which you know in your heart will never return to your library ever again. You have no say in what little hands are pawing all over it, or what happens to it. Someone could walk up to my desk, drop their pants and literally wipe their ass with one of our library books, and the most I could do is write a strongly...
“One’s country was like one’s self. The more you learned about it,...”
– Jeffrey Eugenides, “Great Experiment”
