May 16, 2008

Super Health

tylerriewer:

I don’t get sick. At all. My immune system is like a steel fortress surrounded by a moat of cough medicine. It’s incredible.

And I’ll tell you my secret… germs. Starting at an early age. I really believe that. While other kids were worrying about washing their hands and covering their mouths when they coughed, I was eating food off the floor and sharing A.B.C. gum. And it made me stronger.

It sounds gross - maybe it is gross - but I don’t regret it. Because nowadays those wimps are on bedrest with a case of the flu and I’m all Mr. perfect-work-attendance guy saying, “Floo? Is it- like, flew? I don’t… I’ve never heard of fleu.”

That was me until this past week. I never ate off the floor (food rescued within the 5-second rule doesn’t count), but I definitely mucked about outside a lot: playing in mud-clogged streams, eating strange grasses from the backyard, and playing “archaeologist” - i.e. pulling shards of our neighbor’s discarded plates and cutlery from the “forest” that bordered our respective properties. Also, I was sick a lot as a kid - chicken pox, tonsillitis, ear infections, strep, acute sinusitis, cold/flu once or twice a year. Once I turned seventeen, it all stopped. It’s like the germs took one look at me and said, “Screw this, let’s go torture someone else who’s a little more green.” Thus it has ever been, up until last Saturday. 

 In a week, I’ve had a 102 degree fever, a strep-like sore throat, head and body aches, congestion, coughing, conjunctivitis and now, some ear infection thingy.  I’ve been barred from going to work because I look and sound like Quasimodo (what with the pus-swollen eye and all). In the two years I’ve been working for the school, I’ve used a grand total of 7 hours of sick time. This week, I’ve used 40. What the hell? 

I really need to stop re-blogging people I don’t know. I feel like I’m going to get a big “TUMBLR - UR DOIN IT WRONG” sticker slapped on my forehead one of these days.

May 15, 2008
via www.gatewaytosedona.com

How twisted is it that I find this photo kind of…hot. 

I don’t care what age he is, his voice is all sorts of comforting.  

via www.gatewaytosedona.com

How twisted is it that I find this photo kind of…hot.

I don’t care what age he is, his voice is all sorts of comforting.  

May 12, 2008

moth:

テルミンを演奏するネコ

Cat playing a theremin.

May 10, 2008

At home.

All I’ve really wanted to do for about three weeks now is sit on my parent’s front porch with a beer and my laptop. I can’t even put into words how perfect this feels.

Right now, I’m watching a bee try to balance on the head of a dandelion without toppling it. He’s not really succeeding, the poor thing.  

May 9, 2008
(via tumbl-me)
My kind of man. 

(via tumbl-me)

My kind of man. 

May 3, 2008