Sunday, February 20, 2005
weirdness at school
Before class the other day one of my students took a header and fainted in the hallway. She clocked herself on the forehead pretty solidly, and wound up being taken to the hospital by the campus medics. Turns out she hadn't been sleeping more than a couple of hours each night for several days. She wasn't in class the next session, either. I'm guessing she gave herself a concussion, but we'll see.
The same day, I'm up at the board doing a particularly notes-intensive lecture, when I notice that one of my other students isn't writing. I ask her if she needs to borrow a pen or pencil or some paper or something. She does not respond, although she's looking right at me. I ask her again, and then ask her if she's okay, but she remains unresponsive. Her eyes are tracking me, however. Another student kind of gently prods her, but all she does is glance at him, so I send a student to get the secretary to call the campus medics...again. A few minutes later, they arrive and I tell them what happened and that she mentioned being diabetic at the start of the semester. They take her blood sugar reading and discover that it is in the 600's....normal is between 90-120....and then they cart her off to the hospital as well.
So I can safely say that not only are my lectures a knockout, but they are sweeeet!
It's been a weird week.
The same day, I'm up at the board doing a particularly notes-intensive lecture, when I notice that one of my other students isn't writing. I ask her if she needs to borrow a pen or pencil or some paper or something. She does not respond, although she's looking right at me. I ask her again, and then ask her if she's okay, but she remains unresponsive. Her eyes are tracking me, however. Another student kind of gently prods her, but all she does is glance at him, so I send a student to get the secretary to call the campus medics...again. A few minutes later, they arrive and I tell them what happened and that she mentioned being diabetic at the start of the semester. They take her blood sugar reading and discover that it is in the 600's....normal is between 90-120....and then they cart her off to the hospital as well.
So I can safely say that not only are my lectures a knockout, but they are sweeeet!
It's been a weird week.
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Monday, February 07, 2005
Johnny Smith
Well, I finally saw that TV Show, The Dead Zone. Two episodes of it. One where the protagonist, Johnny Smith (Sure, go ahead and make a crack about the surname. I'm waiting...) nearly gets his ass burned at the stake for witchcraft in a small Maine town, and the other one where he gets laid by a gorgeous psychotic redhead. So, I can safely say that the show is Nothing Like My Life, certainly not at all.
His deal is that he can touch people and see their futures, and apparently pasts as well; he also seems to be able to have these outside-of-time conversations with their inner souls, or something akin to that. There were a bunch of interloping spirits in bed with him and the redhead, which would put me off my game, too, such as it is... talk about "The Dead Zone"...
His deal is that he can touch people and see their futures, and apparently pasts as well; he also seems to be able to have these outside-of-time conversations with their inner souls, or something akin to that. There were a bunch of interloping spirits in bed with him and the redhead, which would put me off my game, too, such as it is... talk about "The Dead Zone"...
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Insomnia Central and things overheard
So it's day four of little or no sleep. I have to teach tomorrow so it's going to be Big Fun for both me and my students. I slept a little bit last Thursday and have caught an hour or so each night. It's now Sunday around three am.
I'm sure that this probably has to do with the sleep deprivation, and also how quiet it is here late at night alone, but I keep hearing a conversation going on and I can't pinpoint where it's coming from. I can't really make out what's being said, either; all I hear are muffled voices coming from somewhere fairly near. I thought it could have been from one of the neighbors' houses, but when I looked next door, all the lights were out, and when I looked at the other next door, all the lights were out there too. Ok, people talk in the dark, too, I know. But you'd think I'd be able to pinpoint where the voices were coming from, or recognize them as the neighbors' voices, maybe. I'm hearing one of the voices from the conversation right now, a young-sounding male voice, that sounds sort of like it might be in the front yard from here (upstairs). There's something mildly tinny about the voice, but I have already checked all of the radios, the answering machine and the tv to see if there was something hinky going on with them. I almost caught the words "over there" I think, just now. This isn't the first time I've heard it, but it is a particularly good example of it. I've heard of rare people picking up radio signals with their fillings in the old days. But, alas, I don't have any fillings, either.
If I were more the scientific type, I'd try to stay up for a few more days and maybe try to tape record whatever it is. But I'm not so scientific, and I'm finally getting a little sleepy, so I'm going to make the attempt to sleep.
I'm sure that this probably has to do with the sleep deprivation, and also how quiet it is here late at night alone, but I keep hearing a conversation going on and I can't pinpoint where it's coming from. I can't really make out what's being said, either; all I hear are muffled voices coming from somewhere fairly near. I thought it could have been from one of the neighbors' houses, but when I looked next door, all the lights were out, and when I looked at the other next door, all the lights were out there too. Ok, people talk in the dark, too, I know. But you'd think I'd be able to pinpoint where the voices were coming from, or recognize them as the neighbors' voices, maybe. I'm hearing one of the voices from the conversation right now, a young-sounding male voice, that sounds sort of like it might be in the front yard from here (upstairs). There's something mildly tinny about the voice, but I have already checked all of the radios, the answering machine and the tv to see if there was something hinky going on with them. I almost caught the words "over there" I think, just now. This isn't the first time I've heard it, but it is a particularly good example of it. I've heard of rare people picking up radio signals with their fillings in the old days. But, alas, I don't have any fillings, either.
If I were more the scientific type, I'd try to stay up for a few more days and maybe try to tape record whatever it is. But I'm not so scientific, and I'm finally getting a little sleepy, so I'm going to make the attempt to sleep.
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Sunday, February 06, 2005
Like a zine with no paper cuts
If you're in the mood for a decidedly less fortean take on my world, you can behold the glory, the disorganization, the disjointed blather, that I'm spewing out instead of writing something real, at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/covenhouse_cat/
I'm not sure why I started a live journal on top of this blog, which I already ignore more often than I should. I guess it's a place to keep the stuff that doesn't pertain to The Weird. Except we are talking about me, here, so it's all a little weird.
So, think of this as the nice clean specialized-topic zine with a glossy cover that arrives on time in a padded envelope, and the other one as my messy, badly xeroxed, perzine with stolen clip art and questionable content, that arrives minus a page or two, always much later than you expected, and with postage due. Except that neither one will give you paper cuts.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/covenhouse_cat/
I'm not sure why I started a live journal on top of this blog, which I already ignore more often than I should. I guess it's a place to keep the stuff that doesn't pertain to The Weird. Except we are talking about me, here, so it's all a little weird.
So, think of this as the nice clean specialized-topic zine with a glossy cover that arrives on time in a padded envelope, and the other one as my messy, badly xeroxed, perzine with stolen clip art and questionable content, that arrives minus a page or two, always much later than you expected, and with postage due. Except that neither one will give you paper cuts.
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