Me: There doesn't seem to be anything interesting on the forums lately.
Johnny: That's what she said.
Me: I miss the Cold War. I wish there were some way of starting it back up again.
James: That's what she said.
Me: Last night when I was volunteering at the Shock Trauma OR at UMMC, a nineteen year old kid was brought in post GSW. He shot himself in the head. The surgeons tried to salvage the wreck of his head, but it just wasn't doable because it was a mess. His mother was an RN, and she insisted on being in the OR. She totally lost it, and was wailing and screaming until they actually asked me to help take her away. When I came back, the surgeons were harvesting his organs. He was a donor, and nineteen year old organs are nice and healthy. They harvested everything but his eyes, which were totally fucked like the rest of his head. Also last night, I watched as they tried to clean up a ragged amputation below the knee sustained in an auto accident.
Me: Last night when I was volunteering at the Shock Trauma OR at UMMC, a nineteen year old kid was brought in post GSW. He shot himself in the head. The surgeons tried to salvage the wreck of his head, but it just wasn't doable because it was a mess. His mother was an RN, and she insisted on being in the OR. She totally lost it, and was wailing and screaming until they actually asked me to help take her away. When I came back, the surgeons were harvesting his organs. He was a donor, and nineteen year old organs are nice and healthy. They harvested everything but his eyes, which were totally fucked like the rest of his head. Also last night, I watched as they tried to clean up a ragged amputation below the knee sustained in an auto accident.
Last night when I was volunteering at the Shock Trauma OR at UMMC, a nineteen year old kid was brought in post GSW. He shot himself in the head. The surgeons tried to salvage the wreck of his head, but it just wasn't doable because it was a mess. His mother was an RN, and she insisted on being in the OR. She totally lost it, and was wailing and screaming until they actually asked me to help take her away. When I came back, the surgeons were harvesting his organs. He was a donor, and nineteen year old organs are nice and healthy. They harvested everything but his eyes, which were totally fucked like the rest of his head. Also last night, I watched as they tried to clean up a ragged amputation below the knee sustained in an auto accident.
Me: Last night when I was volunteering at the Shock Trauma OR at UMMC, a nineteen year old kid was brought in post GSW. He shot himself in the head. The surgeons tried to salvage the wreck of his head, but it just wasn't doable because it was a mess. His mother was an RN, and she insisted on being in the OR. She totally lost it, and was wailing and screaming until they actually asked me to help take her away. When I came back, the surgeons were harvesting his organs. He was a donor, and nineteen year old organs are nice and healthy. They harvested everything but his eyes, which were totally fucked like the rest of his head. Also last night, I watched as they tried to clean up a ragged amputation below the knee sustained in an auto accident.
So it’s nearly June, nearly the start of summer here in Southern California, but yet there is still that familiar nip in the evening air.
Winter giving it’s last bit of assertion of power, I suppose.
Still, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about SoCal, it’s that you can’t be too complacent about the weather. You just cant take the warm cloudless days for granted. Nor anything else, for that matter.
When every day feels like the last, when you've gotten used to a familiar routine, it’s easy to get jaded. Easy to get too familiar. Not that I’m ragging on familiarity, familiarity is nice, but it’s also a trap. And a dreadful one at that, too. Get too familiar, and you lose your flexibility. You get rigid.
When tough winds break mighty oak trees, there’s a reason the palms still stand. The oaks are rigid, while the palms bend.
So what’s the moral of my little bit of exposition? Be flexible. Bend. And don’t just wait to be bent; do some bending yourself. You don’t have to eat at the some place everyday for lunch. Go down the street and check out that Thai place you always see on the way to work. Be willing to explore the world around you with a new set of eyes. Bending isn’t just physical, its mental too. And it can help you become a newer person.
Step 1. Go to Project Gutenberg. Lift a section from an author of your choice. Step 2. Paste said section into "I Write Like..." Step 3. Lol at the results.
Charles Dickens apparently writes like Stephen King. Wtf?
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Pete: That's what she said.
Me: that's what she said!
Me: Thats what your Mum said!
Co-worker: It's a lot harder with your left hand.
Me: That's what she said.
Johnny: That's what she said.
Me: I miss the Cold War. I wish there were some way of starting it back up again.
James: That's what she said.
Me: Last night when I was volunteering at the Shock Trauma OR at UMMC, a nineteen year old kid was brought in post GSW. He shot himself in the head. The surgeons tried to salvage the wreck of his head, but it just wasn't doable because it was a mess. His mother was an RN, and she insisted on being in the OR. She totally lost it, and was wailing and screaming until they actually asked me to help take her away. When I came back, the surgeons were harvesting his organs. He was a donor, and nineteen year old organs are nice and healthy. They harvested everything but his eyes, which were totally fucked like the rest of his head. Also last night, I watched as they tried to clean up a ragged amputation below the knee sustained in an auto accident.
I can't get these images out of my head.
Carole: That's what she said.
Chuck Palahniuk
You Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
Dan Brown
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
J. D. Salinger
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
Better.
Arthur C. Clarke
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
From a DnD blog post, no less.
George Orwell
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
From an angry letter I wrote the New York State Assembly, Senate, and the Governor.
William Gibson
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
H. G. Wells
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
William Gibson
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
What I would like is to get a breakdown of why my writing is similar to the author.
Step 1. Go to Project Gutenberg. Lift a section from an author of your choice.
Step 2. Paste said section into "I Write Like..."
Step 3. Lol at the results.
Charles Dickens apparently writes like Stephen King. Wtf?
Edith Wharton, however, does not write like Edgar Allen Poe, thank you very much Mr. Internet.
David Foster Wallace
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
I have no idea who this guy is or if he's any good. Not sure if want.
Victor Khaze
Geek, Ladykiller, Man of Awesome.
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
Go figure, right?
James Joyce
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
Hmm...
My High school Trig teacher: Oh, this is gonna be a handful.
Me: Thats what she said.
Girl I was talking to on Facebook chat: Oh my god, you're amazing!
Me: Thats what she said.
My Mom: Men are a pain in the ass.
Me: Thats what he said.