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This year, I’m a corporate zombie! Oooh original.

Except I look more living than last year’s zombie costume…

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 

I’m all for being passionate about your cause… but this is just ridiculous (and I refuse to link to the PETA website).

GoVeg.com meet Cutout Dissection.com

As a former bio/pre-med major, I’m fine with dissection in the labs (specifically for Anatomy/Physiology sections of the class). You don’t really have any good alternatives to learn about anatomy without dissection. If it goes against your religion, then don’t do it. But, it’s a ridiculous action otherwise.

It doesn’t make sense for future doctors and veterinarians to not have dissections during their class. Drawings aren’t enough. You have to have the hands-on experience.

And on top of that, our animals (for labs) were roadkill. How do I know? My cats had tire tread bruising on their embalmed bodies. Not the best way to die, but at least they still served a better cause after death.

With the word “life” in my domain, I think it’s a given that my blog/site would be about my own life. Or life in general. Or general life events. Personal events. Not completely personal, though. That might detract from the appeal… and other personal matters of mine would prefer to stay that way (their words, not my own).

While browsing through my Google reader, I came across this wonderful presentation/video/media thing by Rohit Bhargava.

Presenting (and since I don’t know if I can embed this here… I’m just linking to it… lame… sorry) 25 styles of blogging!

I may try to incorporate one style in a post from now until… end of year? End of 2009? It’s a great way to FORCE myself to blog. Even to get into something I don’t normally post about… like politics. I’m not a fan of heavy politicking.

I am a fan of blogging, and admittedly, I’ve been falling short lately. My bad.

Try it out. Let me know how it goes.

Heard today at work:

Today starts Breast Awareness month.

you don’t ever really want to see an automobile accident happen in front of you. you don’t ever really want to have front row seats to these kinds of things. it’s much more horrifying to see it live than it is to see it on the silver screen.

I was one of the first people to call 911.

I still want to smack the people who took the other people out of their cars WITHOUT stabilizing their heads first. Seriously. What better way to invite more injury. Idiots.

• Pretzel-yum
  
• Stupid driver

And what’s it take for a blogger to get a little love from her friends? Seriously. I delete more spam every day than I get emails (and I’m not talking email promotion kinds) from friends. Yeah. I totally was not just begging for insightful and friendly comments right now.

What’s a friend anyway? In the age of Web 2.0 and all things social media, the word ‘friend’ has become dilute. Originally a noun, it’s now taken on the form of verb as well. We friend people on MySpace, Facebook, Friendster (still a huge hit in the Philippines and countries other than the US). We add friends to our buddy lists on AIM, meebo, Gchat, and other instant messenger programs. We friend each other on LiveJournal (and all other clones). In blogs, we add friends (regardless of whether or not we’ve actually met these people IRL or otherwise) to our blogrolls — even though we try to make it seem more sophisticated than it is by saying ‘blogroll’. There are friend lists on World of Warcraft, Puzzle Pirates and other assorted MMORPGs (did I spell that right? Friends? Help!).

Who are our friends? When I was younger, friends were the people who you had things in common with, shared the same jokes, the same classes — essentially the people who you didn’t want to throttle on a daily basis. As I grew, friends were shuttled into different categories: best friends, close friends, friends of convenience (parental term, not mine) and acquaintances.

Now we have networking friends. MySpace friends. Facebook friends (which now seem to span everything from elementary school contacts you’ve fallen out of touch with, one night stands that don’t seem to understand ‘one night’, to business contacts, and family members). Friendster friends (who in the US of A still uses this?). Business associates. The list goes on and on.

But who, out of your 400+ friends, do you still talk to as actual friends? Since when did the word ‘friend’ need so many descriptive adjectives?

Stationary goose.
Car pulls up.
Woman exits vehicle.
Goose suddenly animates, scaring the crap out of the woman, who then runs, squealing, towards the office.
Stationary goose.

Result? Instaneous hilarity. Too bad I can’t get it on rewind.

No one in my department has a kid to bring in… either they’re too old or too young.

I have rather vague memories of the times my parents took me to their respective offices. The unplanned visits were always more fun. Besides, if I wanted to go to work with my dad, I’d either just stay at home or sit in a car all day. He doesn’t have a physical office. Works from home or all over LI.

We just saw them in the cafeteria. Lots of little mini-employees with their own badges. “_______ employees of the future,” we said. While oohing and awwing at their projects and posters.

Yeah, I probably totally wasn’t one of those kids way back in the day.

I try really really hard not to laugh when recruiters keep contacting me to reply to them concerning this “AWESOME POSITION” that’s “FILLING UP QUICKLY” and “OTHER PEOPLE WOULD KILL [well, not exactly that particular terminology] FOR THIS OPPORTUNITY.” How generically upbeat of you.

It’s not just that. It’s the fact that this one guy appears in the TO: section as one name, yet has an email signature with a completely different name. And on top of that, gives me a completely generic email to reply back to. Like recruiters@*******.com

Really now.