Nap-deprived Randomness

I am accustomed to a fabulous Sunday post-church nap, but I missed it today, since it was Easter and I have a giant extended family. I mean that there's a lot of them, not that they are actual giants fifteen times the size of a Fraggle. See? This Gorg looks nothing like me. Anyway, I had many people to spend time with today, considering the aforementioned giant family, and the fact that Scott came home after all (awwwwwwwww) and therefore, I'm falling asleep in my chair. But I have a couple of random things to say, which I know millions are clamoring to read. Right? Right? Okay, so I'll assume the millions are all mute. With broken fingers.

1. I can say right now that no matter what I may encounter in medical school, or residency, the most revolting thing I will have ever seen will remain a pickled egg. No doubt. Well, or something to do with an eye, perhaps, because eye stuff freaks me right out.
2. In my Easter basket* (I know I'm old, but shut up, I'm an only child. Please don't add to my complex!) I found season one of DoogieEEEEEEEEE! Howser, MDeeeeEEEEEEEE! So I've been watching them this evening, and I am thoroughly amused by Doogie's off-duty wardrobe of Yo! MTV Raps T-shirts. Heh. The show has also alerted me to a song that I left off of my Super Ultimate, Ginormously Huge 80s Compilation - Channel Z by the B-52s. The horror! How did that happen?
3. I got into an argument with Scott and his brother over the proper use of the word "fellowship". It's a noun, see, but is rampantly used incorrectly in our little country churches as a verb. Drives me slightly bananas, but whatever. So they insisted it could be both. I consulted Webster. Webster agrees with me. And then I observed that 25% of the fights that Scott and I have end with someone getting a dictionary.
4. I hate dialup. Haaaaaaate.
5. Unfortunately, WVU's NCAA run ended Saturday night. It's just as well, because the players had a lot to do back home - swinging from trees, dragging women around by their hair, saying things like "git-r-done" - you know, general Neanderthal-type chores. And you are still not allowed to make fun of West Virginians unless you're actually from here. Okay.

That is all, goodnight.

*It was an Easter PURSE filled with stuff, not an actual basket. If that helps.