I come up with good subject titles and then forget them
My computer is running again. It turns out it was my RAM/power supply/motherboard. I bought a new power supply and my dad hooked me up with a new MB, and now everything is running smoothly.
I can't wait for the new Batman movie. My dad was talking about seeing it in IMAX, which would totally kick an infinite number of asses. And I could pay his way, which would put me in the clear for a father's day present. I haven't heard any of the reviews, but they had better not be bad. Seriously, it makes me want to hold people at gunpoint and force them to profess their undying (but completely heterosexual) love for the Dark Knight.
It's spring/summer time, so that means parvo infections! We've had a rash of parvo recently (3 dogs in the last week). I was taking this one puppy back to our isolation ward, and as I stopped to open the cage door, I heard a *drip* *drip*. I felt a sense of dread and when I looked down there was a small pool of bloody diarrhea. However, the floodgates had yet to open. I set the dog in the cage, where it started to really let loose. I grabbed the dog up so it didn't get it all over itself. Since I didn't want to make a mess over the rest of the hospital, I was pretty much resigned to standing there holding the puppy until she emptied herself out.
The wretched stench of bloody diarrhea was overwhelming. Parvo feces always stink, but this was some of the worst semlling feces I've ever had the misfortune of whiffing. There wasn't so much blood in its stool as there was stool in its blood. After I had cleaned out her cage and put her back in it, I noticed that I (well, the dog) had left a trail of diarrhea all the way from the treatment area into the Iso ward. AND my shoes were covered in it. It took nearly an hour to get everything properly cleaned up.
Then, an older gentleman walked in yesterday afternoon with his chow chow claiming that flies were flying around its butt and that the dog was constipated. Uh no, it turns out the dog only seemed like it was constipated. In fact, the opposite was true. The dog had diarrhea and it was getting matted in the dog's fur. Wherever the dalk walked, it left a trail of funk (talk about Chocolate City) all over the floor like hairy slug. The dog was putrid smelling, and its foul odor permeated all through the hospital. Upon closer inspection, we found out what the flies were doing - there were maggots all in this dog's fur, dining on the dog's delectable diarrhea. The doctor shaved el perro's hindquarters (and thus the maggots), after which it was time for a bath. Guess who had the privelege of doing that? It took me half an hour to wash this dog. It was absolutely filthy, as well as a little bloody from a few sores. It took me awhile, but I finally washed away the dirt and the few remaining maggots.
Maggots make my skin crawl.
I left off at the minigolf during lunch. We went back and had a light warm up. We then began progressing through kata. You make a mistake, you do 10 push ups. If you make a mistake, don't do your push ups, and someone points out to you that you made a mistake, you do 25 pushups. We got to naihanchi, which we had to do on the wood surrounding this playground. You fall off, or even just lose your balance, you do push ups.
Naihanchi:
A wobble
A fall
The resulting pushups
This guy landed in the mud
A discussion about application of a technique
Me doing Pasai Dai. I'm not sleeping though it, I just got caught blinking
We finished up with kata and then began our No Whiners Camp tradition: kicks over a picnic table. If you do sloppy kicks, you will nail your foot. So you generally do good kicks. The final tally for the number of kicks we did was 800. We did 100 front kicks, side kicks, round kicks, and back kicks each, on each leg.
We finished up and then went to dinner. After eating dinner, we went back to the minigolf course to finish our game. This time we had a crowd with us.
Honestly, the shit talking was as much fun as the minigolf. There's nothing quite like telling someone "You suck" or "This one's gonna miss" and then watching them miss. Muahaha
Like so: (my trash talk really disrupted his game)
I do that whole tantrum thing well.
Whenever we knocked the ball off the green into the mulch we'd just try and hit it from there. Alot of times it was pretty messy and got mulch everywhere. Sometimes, if a course did a u-turn, instead of following the course, we'd just try to knock over the mulch to the other side of that particular hole. At one point, one of our group was trying to do this, and instead knocked it into the road. We kept yelling at her to not be a wuss and hit it from the road, so
she did, and
it went right into the water
some of the spectators searching for the ball
While we were playing golf, there were naturally a few other people there. In particular, there was one woaman who was, shall we say, too big for her britches. She was hanging out of her shorts, and you could even see where her ass had been sunburned. You'd think the guy with her would've said something. Bob snapped this picture, and oddly enough it was his wife who made him do it. I can't believe Sensei actually uploaded it to the website.
Thar she is in the background
We finished up, and I came in 3rd, by all of 4 strokes. Bah. We went back and trained for a couple more hours that night, before the mosquitoes ran us off. We got up the next morning, ate, and warmed up. Then Sensei decided he needed to be entertained. He called several people over to the volleyball net, and then called over some children. Each of us had a child on our backs, and we had to run across to the other side of the sand. That's right, piggyback races. The last person across had to do a pushup with the kid on their back.
It was kind of like musical chairs, but with no music, no chairs, lots more running, lots of sand, and someone on your back. Um, yeah.
I almost decided to just , but I'm too competitive to just give up like that. I made it all the way to the very last race. I had the lead at first, but the other guy pulled ahead, and narrowly beat me Some people thought it was a tie and wanted best 2/3, but I figured I lost fair and square, and I wasn't going to run any faster next time, so I went ahead and did my push up.
Me doing my push up
There were a few more race offs, but I didn't participate in those. Once they were done, we trained for about another hour, and then finally started packing up. All in all it was a good camp and I was plenty sore afterwards.
The obligatory picture of Sensei looking stern:
And that's the end
I can't wait for the new Batman movie. My dad was talking about seeing it in IMAX, which would totally kick an infinite number of asses. And I could pay his way, which would put me in the clear for a father's day present. I haven't heard any of the reviews, but they had better not be bad. Seriously, it makes me want to hold people at gunpoint and force them to profess their undying (but completely heterosexual) love for the Dark Knight.
It's spring/summer time, so that means parvo infections! We've had a rash of parvo recently (3 dogs in the last week). I was taking this one puppy back to our isolation ward, and as I stopped to open the cage door, I heard a *drip* *drip*. I felt a sense of dread and when I looked down there was a small pool of bloody diarrhea. However, the floodgates had yet to open. I set the dog in the cage, where it started to really let loose. I grabbed the dog up so it didn't get it all over itself. Since I didn't want to make a mess over the rest of the hospital, I was pretty much resigned to standing there holding the puppy until she emptied herself out.
The wretched stench of bloody diarrhea was overwhelming. Parvo feces always stink, but this was some of the worst semlling feces I've ever had the misfortune of whiffing. There wasn't so much blood in its stool as there was stool in its blood. After I had cleaned out her cage and put her back in it, I noticed that I (well, the dog) had left a trail of diarrhea all the way from the treatment area into the Iso ward. AND my shoes were covered in it. It took nearly an hour to get everything properly cleaned up.
Then, an older gentleman walked in yesterday afternoon with his chow chow claiming that flies were flying around its butt and that the dog was constipated. Uh no, it turns out the dog only seemed like it was constipated. In fact, the opposite was true. The dog had diarrhea and it was getting matted in the dog's fur. Wherever the dalk walked, it left a trail of funk (talk about Chocolate City) all over the floor like hairy slug. The dog was putrid smelling, and its foul odor permeated all through the hospital. Upon closer inspection, we found out what the flies were doing - there were maggots all in this dog's fur, dining on the dog's delectable diarrhea. The doctor shaved el perro's hindquarters (and thus the maggots), after which it was time for a bath. Guess who had the privelege of doing that? It took me half an hour to wash this dog. It was absolutely filthy, as well as a little bloody from a few sores. It took me awhile, but I finally washed away the dirt and the few remaining maggots.
Maggots make my skin crawl.
I left off at the minigolf during lunch. We went back and had a light warm up. We then began progressing through kata. You make a mistake, you do 10 push ups. If you make a mistake, don't do your push ups, and someone points out to you that you made a mistake, you do 25 pushups. We got to naihanchi, which we had to do on the wood surrounding this playground. You fall off, or even just lose your balance, you do push ups.
Naihanchi:
A wobble
A fall
The resulting pushups
This guy landed in the mud
A discussion about application of a technique
Me doing Pasai Dai. I'm not sleeping though it, I just got caught blinking
We finished up with kata and then began our No Whiners Camp tradition: kicks over a picnic table. If you do sloppy kicks, you will nail your foot. So you generally do good kicks. The final tally for the number of kicks we did was 800. We did 100 front kicks, side kicks, round kicks, and back kicks each, on each leg.
We finished up and then went to dinner. After eating dinner, we went back to the minigolf course to finish our game. This time we had a crowd with us.
Honestly, the shit talking was as much fun as the minigolf. There's nothing quite like telling someone "You suck" or "This one's gonna miss" and then watching them miss. Muahaha
Like so: (my trash talk really disrupted his game)
I do that whole tantrum thing well.
Whenever we knocked the ball off the green into the mulch we'd just try and hit it from there. Alot of times it was pretty messy and got mulch everywhere. Sometimes, if a course did a u-turn, instead of following the course, we'd just try to knock over the mulch to the other side of that particular hole. At one point, one of our group was trying to do this, and instead knocked it into the road. We kept yelling at her to not be a wuss and hit it from the road, so
she did, and
it went right into the water
some of the spectators searching for the ball
While we were playing golf, there were naturally a few other people there. In particular, there was one woaman who was, shall we say, too big for her britches. She was hanging out of her shorts, and you could even see where her ass had been sunburned. You'd think the guy with her would've said something. Bob snapped this picture, and oddly enough it was his wife who made him do it. I can't believe Sensei actually uploaded it to the website.
Thar she is in the background
We finished up, and I came in 3rd, by all of 4 strokes. Bah. We went back and trained for a couple more hours that night, before the mosquitoes ran us off. We got up the next morning, ate, and warmed up. Then Sensei decided he needed to be entertained. He called several people over to the volleyball net, and then called over some children. Each of us had a child on our backs, and we had to run across to the other side of the sand. That's right, piggyback races. The last person across had to do a pushup with the kid on their back.
It was kind of like musical chairs, but with no music, no chairs, lots more running, lots of sand, and someone on your back. Um, yeah.
I almost decided to just , but I'm too competitive to just give up like that. I made it all the way to the very last race. I had the lead at first, but the other guy pulled ahead, and narrowly beat me Some people thought it was a tie and wanted best 2/3, but I figured I lost fair and square, and I wasn't going to run any faster next time, so I went ahead and did my push up.
Me doing my push up
There were a few more race offs, but I didn't participate in those. Once they were done, we trained for about another hour, and then finally started packing up. All in all it was a good camp and I was plenty sore afterwards.
The obligatory picture of Sensei looking stern:
And that's the end