Does anyone remember when MySpace.com was a internet storage site? I’ve brought this up in nearly every conversation I’ve ever had regarding this present-day-social-networking-cesspool, usually to an audience of “you must be crazy” stares. Apparently I’m the only one that remembers. I was starting to doubt myself, actually, until it occurred to me search the Way Back Machine, and voila! Proof once and for all! That screenshot you see is from around the year 2000, when MySpace was offering 300mb of internet storage with each free account.
Actually, I came across MySpace.com when I was in middle school. It was, sadly enough, one of the only methods available for sharing large media files (and “large” meant something like 300-500mb). Anything larger than 300mb would be split up using a program like WinRAR and uploaded to multiple MySpace accounts, to be joined after downloading. Oh, how far the Internet has come.
My boyfriend has a Verizon phone that has been having some issues lately, so we went to the Verizon store today to get it taken care of. Of course, there was a huge wait, so we browsed around a bit. There was a small display advertising their Mobile Broadband devices, including Mobile Broadband netbooks. That’s where I noticed this sign:
Pardon the poor quality picture– I took it with a phone camera. But yes. Did you know? Verizon netbooks feature a premium HTML browser!! Isn’t that just amazing? It supports HTML! Shit, my netbook’s browser is only compatible with hand-written sticky notes! I clearly need to get myself one of these.
Oh, and in case you were wondering which “premium HTML browser” these netbooks come with…
Yup. Internet Explorer 6. That’s premium quality right there.
Laparoscopic knot pusher
Behold, the laparoscopic knot pusher. A few days ago, I attended a basic laparoscopic surgery training session– the kind of “enrichment” stuff us lowly pre-clinical students are given the opportunity to play around with every once in a while. They taught us a number of drills, one of which was to suture a length of tubing, and then to tie a knot to secure it. Easy enough, right?
Now, I never stopped to think about the amount of dexterity it actually requires to tie a knot. In fact, it seems that this simple task is completely impossible to perform using the small mechanical graspers with which most of the rest of the surgery is performed. The accepted solution, then is to pull the 2 limbs of the suture outside the body, to tie the knots by hand, and then, using the knot pusher, to push the knot back into the body and to tighten it at the appropriate site. That little notch you see in the tip of the knot pusher is so that you don’t loose track of the knot on the way in. Pure genius.
A week or so ago, the air conditioner in my bedroom decided to stop working during what may have been some of the hottest days I’ve ever had to endure without a functioning air conditioner. Even when I tried to sleep in the sweltering heat, however, I, oddly enough, continued to insist on covering my belly with a corner of my blanket. Why? When I was little, my parents (at least, I think it was my parents– they seem to deny it) told me that if I didn’t, I would get diarrhea the next day. Of course, I know that this isn’t true, but it seems that I’m now unable to sleep without covering my abdomen.
When I was about 5 or 6 years old, I loved to eat fish. That is, until one day when I was eating fish soup and became convinced that I had swallowed a fish bone and that it had lodged itself in my throat. As my young self was panicking about this perceived emergency, my less-than-comforting father decided to relate a story about how, if I couldn’t manage to dislodge the fish bone, that my neck would turn green. He then gave me a hard candy and instructed me to swallow it whole. To this day, I have trouble eating fish.
Ever since I graduated from high school, and it became clear that I had stopped growing, my mother has expressed great disappointment with my height. She and my father are relatively tall, at ~5’7″ and ~5’9″ respectively, especially for us generally-diminutive Asians. She just can’t seem to figure out how such tall parents could have produced a daughter who is merely 5’5″. She has instructed me to dangle a ball from the ceiling, and to reach for it daily. She insists that this will make me taller, closed growth plates be damned.