Thursday, October 18, 2012

Natural gas explosion

I recently wrote a post about surgical fire, an event that could happen often enough that it merits a good few pages on the FDA's website (check 'em out, you don't need to sleep, do ya?). I thought, there goes the once a month (or maybe longer) medical scare I dish out to the lovely people who visits my blog (You love me! You really love me!  ♥♥♥!).

But I came across this and just had to share. I mean, colonoscopy (where a tube with a camera attached gets shoved up where the sun don't shine so the doctor can have a good look at the condition of your intestine) has become one of the most widely performed medical procedure, thanks to greater appreciation of how hard it is to survive cancer in your colon if you don't get rid of it. Colonoscopy is also performed when you see blood before flushing your daily load (I ain't talking about the ladies' monthly haemorrhage, aye?), you have problems with your bowel movement (too much, too little, too rare, too often, spurred by the food you love to hate) or you are so anaemic that Edward passed you over for not being nutritious enough.
Edward Cullen: a centenarian who still goes to high school. Cos high school is so *hard*, you know.

As much as you enjoy letting a loud one rip in the privacy of your loo, or releasing a silent killer in a crowded elevator, intestinal gas is not something to take lightly when the surgeon is trying to remove a nasty polyp using laser.

Because it could be a blast.

And not in a good way.



Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Sanity is overrated


Good friends, good times.


Yeah to my Mom!


Be afraid. Be very afraid.



Reality. Really?

I should be grateful we don't celebrate Halloween.

Gojira!

Mind when they step softly, aye?

Parents are people too. Sometimes, they make porn. So watch out when downloading porn. What has been seen cannot be unseen.


Not the nursery rhymes they taught you?


Collecting blackmail threats ... start early.

Kat vonD in her golden years, maybe?

When you really want something, go for it.

It's all a matter of perspective, innit?

Well water contamination is a serious problem. So is a missing child that went uninvestigated.


No kidding?

Heh. It has now been verified. You got to stand up for your right, ladies. Cos the men ain't just gonna hand it over.

The Civic Origins of Progressive Policy Change: Combating Violence against Women in Global Perspective, 1975–2005

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Monday, October 8, 2012

Mooning ...

You were born during a Waning Gibbous moon
This phase occurs right after a full moon.

- what it says about you -
You love to let people in on the story of how things come together. You know the background of ideas and have a deep understanding of things others just touch the surface of. You can surprise people with your wide variety of knowledge, and they'll remember and appreciate you for it.
What phase was the moon at on your birthday? Find out at Spacefem.com

Do you think the description fits me?

 *blushes demurely*

Hearts on fire

You would think that the line above is only something out of a torrid romance novel, right? But what if I tell you that it can happen to you while you are lying helpless and paralysed?

Yup, I'm talking about surgical fire.

What's that you ask me? It's fire that can happen while you are under the knife for something as innocuous as an appendectomy (removal of that little caecum that nobody knows the raison d'etre of which that is inflamed, causing you pain and potentially fatal) or even something as scary as a quadruple bypass. The operation theatre is a ripe fire hazard what with the easy availability of fuel (e.g. surgical drapes, clothes, alcohol-based prep, the patient [yes, that's right. Spontaneous human combustion nightmare much? Hahaha!]), ignition source (you don't need a smoker to light up, just the surgeon happily working with lasers and lights and whatnot) as well as an oxidiser (i.e. oxygen for you to keep breathing while being sedated).


Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Fire in the surgery may be minor (no one got singed, nothing got damaged) or even catastrophical (someone - usually the patient - has minor to third degree burns). If you want the gory stuff, there's this magical thing called Google. You can look it up!

However, I am not here to be a fear-monger and make you cancel that life-saving surgery you just scheduled. It's just a little educational tip for you to know that there are more risks to medical procedures than overdosing on your painkiller and permanently damaging your kidneys or suffering another heart attack when your insurance company won't cough up for the much needed quadruple bypass.

Surgical fires are preventable. There are training for the medical personnel and information made available to patients. So please ask questions before you go for ANY medical procedures and make sure that your health care providers are able to educate you on the risks

If I gave you another medical phobia, well, too bad.

*insert evil laughter*


Friday, October 5, 2012

You can't be what you can't see


As much as we would love to blame everything wrong with the younger generation on lousy teachers and the horrible education system, we should also own up to our role and responsibility in shaping and being the example for the younger generation to emulate. It is very hard to be something that someone TOLD you to be but not having SEEN what the example is really like.

(The rest is under cut due to lengthy rant)

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Science does it


All that noise for a booty call.


Raindrops keep falling on my head ...


Tattoo the cheat sheet where you can see it, dummy.


E. coli evolution art. Those microbiologists sure have a lot of time on their hands, don't they?


Sneaky fluorine.


Let me endocytose, I mean, embrace you, darling.


Those dratted engineers!


Dirty war

War is a dirty business. And this Russian invention means that it's gonna get dirtier.

But don't worry, it's not going to involve things like depleted uranium. More like ... a diarrhoeal barrage.

*snerk*


Sunday, September 23, 2012

The red mist tends to descend ...

I'm not exactly a grammar Nazi, but this is hilarious.


Well, at least he is consistent. Thanks, Fikri!

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Assisted enjoyment

Ever wondered why we let our genitals make so much of our decisions for us? Let science show you why.


Men and women don't enjoy themselves the same way sexually. It's basic anatomy and physiology, dummy. As you can see from the scan pictures, touch women in different areas to make her happy, different parts of their brain light up. But men? It's only 1 spot that lights up; not complicated at all.

The brain scan doesn't lie.

For men who are not very perceptive, maybe they need a CT scanner in the bedroom


Stolen from here.

Ladies, show your gentlemen this paper that if they want to keep both of you really healthy, they MUST PAY ATTENTION TO GETTING YOU OFF.

And gentlemen if you want to persuade your significant other for more nookies on a regular basis, show them this paper. Better living through sexual chemistry, it seems.


Thursday, September 13, 2012

Midweeks scientific sh*ts and giggles




Frog in space!














You tell me you don't want to do this and I won't believe you.




Cell division.



Lead Zinc'n








































It's all maths, baby.



Oh yeah.



I ♥ Masuka!





1st hand observation too.







Cheap commie bastards.






What were you expecting?



I think I was missing the lucky underwear. =P














There will always be that one fella, innit?















Stalking Mars is not creepy. Not at all. Nope.

Bonus: A mathematically heavy metal song.


Monday, September 10, 2012

Epic music is epic

I don't get book trailers. I mean, I'm a reader; my expectations are good blurbs and a chapter or two of excerpts to whet my appetite. CGIs and melodramatic smouldering glances from unknown actors? They just made me go, "Huh?"

But apparently it's pretty big in the publishing world and every week I'd get a link to the videos from the trade newsletter that I subscribe too. However, this trailer is super cool.

 

 Steampunk samurai Japan? I am *ON*, baby!

Friday, September 7, 2012

Strange fruit




Strange Fruit by Billie Holiday

Southern trees bear a strange fruit, 
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, 
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. 

Pastoral scene of the gallant South, 
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh, 
And the sudden smell of burning flesh!

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck, 
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop, 
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

What could drive people to commit such atrocities on another human being? Is it as simple as us-vs-them propelled by the mob mentality? Quite a number of lynchers in the American south during the segregation era were actually church-going members of the society; they even created memorabilia of the horrifying events. The lynchers of the mentally ill man accused of burning the Quran in Pakistan claimed that they were doing it in the name of Allah. Angry mobs killed African-looking men in Libya in retaliation to atrocities committed by African mercenaries in Ghaddafi's employ. If you are accused of practising witchcraft, don't think that not living in the dark ages or 18th century will save you; people accused of being witches in Africa are still being killed in this modern 21st century.

How does fear and hatred remove your moral brakes so totally that such heinous action can be deemed acceptable?

*contemplates*

Inspired by this article.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Honey coated poison

I have not read either authors. What can I say; I am shallow and only like to read happy stuff. But their philosophy (as described here) does gave me pause.





Well, I will have to go with Aldous Huxley on this one. The hedonist in me quivers in fear.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Amazing solution ...

... to end gun violence.



Man, I'd vote for politicians like this.


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Midweek sh*ts & giggles

Ah, the temptation wins for me to post severely tak senonoh stuff for some midweek indecent humour. *grin*


Thursday, August 9, 2012

Let's shimmy

I have a thing for 60's psychedelia-inspired music and soul music of that era. In this song, I get a beautiful combination of both in a single track.



Cover versions can bomb badly; just check out the covers made by most boy bands (*shudders at Westlife*) but this re-interpretation works beautifully.

The original song is this one by Velvet Underground.



Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Can't talk to a psycho ...

... like a normal human being. I love this song. Poe is awesome, 'nuff said.

 

Psychopath, sociopath. Tomayto, tomahto. *shrugs*


























People who do this to me are dead in my flist. Dead I tell ya!


I am sure you know people that can be described beautifully using the above diagram. I doubt anyone has ever gone through life without entering the orbit of a sociopath. 

After all,


Right?

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

'tis the season to blow things up

Being a multicultural community, Malaysians of all ethnicities adopted the Chinese customs of playing with fireworks during the festive seasons. The Chinese believed that fireworks would be an awesome way to chase away demons and usher in good luck for the new year. As a child, I had delightful uncles who supplied my sister and I with all manners of bunga api and mercun to play with during Eid ul Fitr. I have even got the opportunity to see my cousin launch his meriam buluh (bamboo cannon) in a competition with the other kampung.

*Naz, you are evil for tempting me to get them pretteh explosives*

Hari raya is around the corner (another eleven days, not that I'm counting) and I am delighted to note that there aren't as many reports of children (and adults) losing eyesight/hearing/relevant body parts due to firework mishaps. Yes, boys and girls. Salts and metal oxides ignited at high temperature can be pretty to watch, but are also detrimental to your fragile flesh. Look up the gory pictures if you like.

Sixty seven years ago, Hiroshima and Nagasaki experienced a different sort of fireworks. It was not celebratory in nature and in fact, killed and maimed over 30% to 50% of the population of both cities. Little Boy and Fat Man left a nuclear calling card that reverberated until this day, as seen below.

Pretty gristly animation based on the story related by a Hiroshima survivor. Click at your own risk.

 

SAY NO TO ATOMIC BOMBS!

Of course some people would say that the Japanese army were pretty mean to other people as well. I have heard oral accounting of the horrible stuff they perpetrated in my country, not to mention stuff like the rape of Nanking, inhumane scientific experimentation, sexual slavery and so on. It is true that the Japanese army and government of the day were no innocent schoolboys.

But perpetrating atrocities on civilians are NEVER OKAY and this goes to all armed aggressors in any conflict. Once you start targeting civilians you have lost all your moral certitude and cost you the legitimacy of your struggle. Sadly, we never learn from history and continue to make this mistake over and over and over again. We abuse the free will granted to us by the Almighty and thought that we can impose our will on others on this Earth because of our military, political or economic supremacy.

The powers that be who stockpile nuclear weapons all say that they do so as a deterrent. To me it's like you have a loaded and primed gun that you point at each others' head, with your trembling finger on the trigger. Someone might sneeze and then where would we be?

Conventional weapons are horrible enough, okay?

Glassy eyed at the end of it


... and not in a good way. :p


The premise was very interesting; a young woman trained to be an assassin was betrayed and punished to work in a salt mine. How she got out of the salt mine and what happened next. The world building was very nicely done but something just kept niggling at the back of my head.

The character development. *snaps finger*

The assassin came off as a petulant girl at times; one would think that a year in the salt mine would have honed her personality to greater essentials. At the end of it, I think the characterisation is more of a self-projection of the author, but with cool scenario. It was acknowledged that the story was written when the author was sixteen; so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

The story was interesting but the plot development is rather wishy washy. Too much attention on personal angst and reading books, not enough on the King's Champion competition and the deaths of the competitors. Her whiny-ness made it kinda tough for me to buy that she's such an awesome assassin what can win easily cos she's been trained since she was 8. Two important male characters vying for her attention; shades of Twilight? I think if the characters were not imbued with so much contemporary teens' sulkiness (for all three characters), I may like this book better.

But that's just me.

There were hints of back story and apparently, e-novellas to expand the story are available. This is just Ms Maas' first book. Perhaps she'll be a stronger story teller in her subsequent novels.

Male protagonist(s): 2/5 stars
Female protagonist: 2.5/5 stars
Storyline: 3/5 stars
Pacing: 3/5 stars
Fun Factor: 2/5 stars
Repeat Reading Factor: 1/5 stars