Something I actually feel I have to write about

So, I've been struggling to think of something that I feel is entirely appropriate to write about on here, and while I'm still sure there are probably more people out there that will be offended by this content than most of my posts, I feel confident that if you are offended we have some serious problems that I don't even care to correct. What is this controversial topic? Evolution vs. creationism. Hell, secular science vs. religious science, if such a thing exists at all. Here's why I feel so obligated suddenly to mention this.

As life often reminds us, when it rains, it pours. In the past week alone I've stumbled upon four random references to the creationism debate, a debate I would otherwise expect to be exposed to maybe every few months, prompting me to respond accordingly. It all began with a youtube video of a Showtime series called Bullshit with Penn and Teller that pretty much mocks fundamentalist Christians without any restraint (this show restored some of my faith in mankind, but how quickly a week can turn for the worst). Next, I read an article about a fisherman catching a rare fish that was thought to have been extinct as long as 400 million years ago, the Coelacanth. Clicking on yahoo image search results led me to this article on why the fossil record actually disproves evolution. If you want a fun (and potentially vomit inducing) reaction yourself check it out here http://www.accordingtothescriptures.org/creation/fossilrecord1.html Anyway, this got me a little fired up. Then, suddenly, I see a report on Yahoo news' video section telling me that a new Natural History Museum was opening...the Creationist version. Far more disturbing still, but I'll get to that later. Lastly, and far more randomly, I just watched an episode of Moral Orel on the cartoon network where his church mocks evolution although they stumble upon the "missing link." They unfreeze him and turn him into a conservative radio talk show host (if you haven't watched the show, it parodies fundamentalist Christians, which is fine by me). So many references...let me elaborate on everything that I can without writing a 100 page document.

If any Christians are already upset, let me make something blatantly clear - I have no problem with Christians, just fundamentalists. What is a fundamentalist in my mind? Anyone who takes every word of the Bible seriously, even the contradictions and obvious myths (like Noah's Ark). The news report I mentioned earlier gave a poll result that seriously made me want to move to Europe, and I'm supposedly the biggest white Americanized ethnocentric guy around. The poll stated that 60% of Americans believe the world was created in literally 6 days. Do I have to waste my time arguing this point? This report also featured the founder/curator/whatever of this "museum" walking through an exhibit in which dinosaurs were chillin' right next to Adam and Eve...and I considered this progress, as I had recently heard an argument that dinosaur bones were planted by God to test man's faith on issues like the Ark, the 6 day thing, etc. As they all do, he claims that "the scientific method" actually gives no evidence to disprove anything that they claim in the museum...

Ummmm....

I'll show you about 100,000 pages of it that would. Does his town not have a library, or has he simply not renewed his card the past few...well, eternities. Should I just ask how so many people have lost the ability to think, or has over half the nation gone literally insane? To put it simply - What the FUCK!!??

Ok, I'm calming down again I think. If you want some of the awesome "scientific" evidence that disputes evolution hit up the aforementioned article. Read a girl's response that the Bible must be right because it predicts Israel will become a state again, making all other arguments against it null and void! Ok, I admit, that calmness thing was a lie. According to this article carbon dating and pretty much all other dating methods rely on assumptions, and this guy's analysis shows that it makes more sense that these methods actually give results that show that the 6000 year history of the earth fits perfectly, not the billions we've come up with using actual evidence, just like the Bible says. Hooray! At the end of this post I'll give a riddle for any of the scientifically uninclined fundamentalists that may somehow read this to argue nonsensically.


The problem with writing anything like this current blog is that there simply isn't enough time for me to mention all the amazingly weird theories that these people come up with to defend the Bible at all costs. Well, here's another while I'm thinking of it - Ark supports say the Grand Canyon is evidence of the great flood washing away although actual geologists say it would take millions of years of...oh, fuck it, I'm sure you get the picture by now. I guess rather than pick apart every detail of the flawed argument I should actually explain how and why this whole debate bothers me so.

I can't help but think that in addition to being just plain wrong and counterproductive in general that this kind of thinking was at least originally based on some form of control. I don't think most people feel that way when they preach it today, nor are they even aware of their groups' origination of strength, but the manner in which this information is disseminated is suspicious at best. Back in the day republicans decided to side with the religious groups in the forms of huge nationwide organizations that would sell their vote at all costs. They somehow convinced Americans that no matter what the evidence showed, the Republican candidate was simply more moral. Take Bush for example: there has been little effort to fight allegations that he tried numerous drugs, slept with tons of women, or even more recently killed countless thousands upon thousands based on decisions that really nobody to this day has any explanation for. How the FUCK did he get reellected? Well, little press was put into this statistic, but over half of those that voted for him, pretty much all people from the south, stated that their top reason was that he was more morally sound than Kerry.

Ummmmm...

I don't know where that comes from either, don't ask. I guess being born again is better than having never been a fuckface in the first place. The whole point isn't that I'm some big liberal because I'm actually not, it's that so long as people "think" using only the example set for them by their churches they will lose the ability to make their own decisions entirely. The problem is so far advanced right now that it's scarier than anybody can admit. I am seriously scared for the future of my country. This history lesson (according to me, I must admit) leads to my criticism of this form of reasoning itself.

Basically, every defense of creationsim I've read or heard has asserted one very basic point - that there is pretty much no evidence for any scientific principle that contradicts the Bible, and if there is it is either obviously false or (even more amusing to me personally) altered to conveniently fit the theory in question. The last part is particularly funny as I find that this idea that scientists fit data to their liking as the true fundamental theorem of all religious arguments, not scientific...but anyway... What I hate about this thinking is that this approach to an argument shows a level of disinformation that is so blatantly uneducated that I can't comprehend how a fundamentalist can't go and do a little research on the topic and see his error. The form of this control is that the teacher keeps the information simple, linear, and absolute.

Was there an Ark? Yes. How do we know? The Bible says so. Why is it right? Well, duh, it was written by man...I mean, men influenced by God. Oh, ok. What other evidence? The Grand Canyon must be made from a huge flood. Oh, of course, I saw a picture of that once. Maybe I should read a book on erosion and weathering to learn more about - No! Where's your faith? How dare you questi... Oh, I'm sorry, nevermind.

Now let's say I did research on the Grand Canyon and learned all about the methods of erosion, I read data on how quickly rock can be cut away, I even learned the physics of water flow and turbulence, I consulted with geologists, learned the reasoning behind the ages assigned to rocks, and I figured out the flood argument didn't make sense. How do you argue against this? You attack science in general itself, the method itself. Is this approach effective? Well, it shouldn't ever be, this makes no sense. How do they do it then? I think the answer lies in the way that they mislead children to think that scientific theories are meant to be taken as absolutes just as religion often is, and are developed by "rogue scientists" (like darwin) who work alone and will lie or do anything to promote their idea. I present another example to show how silly this really is.

I've read far too many articles the past week telling me that the earth is without doubt 6000 years old. Why should I disbelieve this? Carbon dating - disproven by religion! Fossils? Dinosaurs were too big to go on the Ark dummy. How can I win? Well, riddle me this Batman. Hundreds of years ago people developed telescopes. Soon they found that the earth orbited the sun. Then they charted the moon and sun and even planets. Suddenly, they could predict eclipses. Eventually they knew where everything in the sky would be. As time went on theoretical physicists came about, and they learned about gravity and light, and when they tested these concepts they found that they could predict these movements without even charting them, they could just use the equations they had formulated. Soon they found that using light spectrums they could figure out distances and rates of movement and the list goes on and on. Einstein made assumptions about the speed of light and how it effects time and even these concepts were shown to be true in experiments. All of this research kept building and building and soon we could look at new galaxies and we could figure out their mass, their distance, everything, and we knew we were right because we made predictions, and again and again they came true! So many people, so much science, all working together. Nobody doubts the methods I just mentioned. How could they? The experiments are always confirmed. Answer this question then.

How can we see galaxies farther than 6000 light years away? Has God put fake light within our reach to give us a pretty view? Is all the science that led to us even seeing stars be created (which of course was made religious by somebody seeing Jesus in the cloud) wrong? How could we do this if it was all wrong. It's like solving a series of equations when you got the first one wrong, it won't happen. Why does God deceive us so? To test our faith? Can anybody give me a reasonable answer?

Conclusion (finally, I know). I've had religious people, not at all fundamentalist, but actual intelligent reason-based people, tell me that my faith in science is no different than my own concept of religion. I agree on some levels, but for the most part, I can't. The similarity between science and religion I feel is that they both attempt to rationalize the world around us, and both find themselves changing as our understanding grows. The difference, however, is that science never said it wasn't willing to change. It wants to get things right. Some may say the same of religion too, but science still has one thing on religion that is hard to argue. I can take my billions of man-hours humankind has devoted to the development of both math and science and use the results to predict events over and over again. No other system of beliefs can claim the same. Science is unique in that it can give credence to the past, explain the present, and even predict the future. It is truly unique and undeniably elegant.

Oddly, throughout this article I have never really given an arguement for evolution. I decided that I don't have to, thousands before me have looked at the data objectively and done my job for me. For more information, please visit your local library.

This blog will return soon

I guess that if you are reading this it would be fair to say that my title is incorrect because soon could be said to be right now. Let me explain a little bit first though. I guess the question a lot of people have been wondering must have been where did the blog go in the first place? Why the sudden end? The answer to this question can be rather complicated. Allow me to try my best.

The blog began as a way for me to accomplish two things really. The first was to display my personal opinions on topics that I assume most readers wouldn't have even cared about, from the NBA Draft to how romantic comedies are often flawed in their portrayal of long-winded stalker speeches. The second was to post some of my most interesting stories for all my friends from over the years to read, an avenue for those who talk to me rarely to get yet another glimpse into the often unprecidented unpredictable life of Scott Seaman. Some of my all time classics have been written out as full fledged short stories on this site, and they have received much admiration from my more ardent fans. Unfortunately, I began to realize that these same stories may have been my undoing...

I guess to put it simply, a great story is hard to come by without somebody's feelings getting hurt. I suppose in some cases that person could even be myself. I've found that in this day and age of limitless information on the internet anyone can be found with google.com and a whole lot of free time. I've tried to post stories about people who supposedly had no knowledge of this site and still they found it. Also, not to try and sound like a saint myself, the past year or so has made me realize that these publicly posted looks into others' lives can be cruel despite their entertainment value.

In reference to the idea that my feelings are the ones getting hurt I give this simple explanation. I've done some things in my life that I am not particularly proud of (like ending this sentence with the word of). I wouldn't say I regret them all because they will forever be a part of what makes me who I am, but I still wouldn't brag too much about most of these memories. On the other hand, however, what I do know is that I have done a million other things that I am infinitely more proud of, and for that reason I wish not to be judged on inconsequential incidents from my past, but moreso on those actions I perform here and now for the people I call my friends. I have become aware that I mysteriously have a reputation that preceeds me. I spend more time than I'd care to trying to convince people that I am not the person they have me pegged for based on a second hand story (which are the worst kinds of stories when told by the wrong person). Hell, some people just look at what I look like or how I dress and the way I interact with people and they assume that they have me figured out. What does all of this have to do with the topic sentence of this paragraph? Simply put, I'm not so sure anymore how I feel about putting stories that potentially shed a negative light on myself out in the open for the vastness of the internet to swallow and regurgitate.

Honestly, my stories are what make me engaging to some groups. I struggle with what to say to new aquaintances all the time as the fine line between intrigue and disgust can easily be transversed by a Scott Seaman story. I just aim to entertain. I really don't know what the content of this site will be in the future...

What I do know is that the summer is pretty much here and with it comes more free time away from free time. By this I mean the sports that I follow will soon cease, the shows that I watch regularly will soon hit finales, and many of the people who demand my time will migrate elsewhere for the season. I need to write on this fucking thing. Any suggestions?

Just in case x 2

I've asked the question before in this very blog...what are the odds? It seems that in my life the odds are seemingly much greater than should be expected. Strange and coincidental happenings seem to follow me everywhere that I go. This particular coincidence involves myself and my fellow coworker and friend Brynne (and Julie in an indirect way). I apologize to anyone who reads this story and finds that my accounts of the first half aren't 100% correct, I'm going off of second hand accounts and I can't remember it all perfectly, but for our purposes my description of the events is perfectly fine.

To get to the point there's this guy that works for the organization that runs the South U Art Festival every year. He comes into the store to get his jobs done, and he happens to be about 35 with some kind of haircut approaching mullet status. He also happens to have quite the crush on Brynne, enough so that he chose to ask her if she had a boyfriend one day while effectively creeping her out at the counter. She lied and responded that she did. The very next day this same guy runs into Julie in the alley to Za's and asks her if what Brynne had said was true. She replied that she did in fact have a boyfriend and even inferred that it might be serious. Although discouraged, this older weird man was not ready to give up. He showed up to drop off yet another job the very next day and was helped by none other than Brynne. When he had finished his business with her he started his real business proposition - he laid down a piece of paper with his phone number and uttered the famous phrase, "Just in case."

This story alone is pretty humorous, but it was only made more bizarre by the events that occurred to me the very next day. This story goes back probably an entire month to when this Christian group, "Campus Crusade," came into the store to copy the bible or something. They were there all day and pretty much ran us out of stock on several items. I finally decided to talk to the girl who seemed to be running the show to see if I could order anything for her that would make this all easier on my inventory. We came to a conclusion and I sent a driver to get her specially ordered stock. Once it had come in and I gave it to her she responded with an unusual, "You're awesome!" I was taken a little aback, but I felt good. Brynne and Julie mocked me the rest of the day saying that they loved watching me interact with customers because I'm "cute." I will agree with them by saying that many an old lady at Target used to tell me the same thing when I rang them up at the register....anyway...

These girls returned the day after Brynne's "just in case" and proceeded to once again start killing my cardstock supply. I went up again and talked to the same girl from before and she seemed to be eyeing me. Let me mention for all you readers out there that the girl was tall and decently cute, but not exactly the type of girl I would normally be attracted to. I went about my day until Julie came back to report something rather funny to me. Turns out this girl had mentioned to the counter girls that I was cute and questioned the existence of a girl friend in my life. I was flattered, but told Julie that I would assume that I'm a little too immoral for a Christian leader kinda girl. The crusaders finished and left without any more interaction. About an hour later both Brynne and Julie left their posts at the front to report yet another interesting tidbit. Seems that this girl had returned to the store, in her own car, alone, to pass on a message. She supposedly said, "Give this to the cute guy, just in case." Again, name and number. Two days in a row. Same phrase. What are the odds?

A weekend by the lake

So, much to my surprise I actually managed to make something of the memorial day weekend this year. I received a surprise invitation to my friend Craig's cabin on Lake Huron via Mike Shea, and with a moment's notice I decided that I needed to get away. It was actually quite random, as the entire event was spawned courtesy of a lunchtime IM from Mike that I would have never received unless I had been called off of work that day. Mike simply mentioned what he was doing for the break and I commented that it sounded like fun, and Mike replied that he would call Craig (or Guck as many of us call him) and see if there was room for any more people. Obviously there was, and I can't tell you how relieved I was to know I had somewhere not in Ann Arbor or back home to be for once.

Without going into too great of detail here's a rundown of some of the more interesting happenings that went down over the weekend. The one single thing that I brought the most evidence back of was yet another new scar I'll likely have to live with forever. The premise behind it occuring is absolutely ridiculous to say the least.

We started off the day getting drunk out on the golf course (first time I have played a round in 3-4 years...no idea how long it's been really - needless to say I wasn't all that impressive) and then proceeded to drink pretty liberally throughout the night. Oh, I guess I should mention that the we I refer to included 3 other friends I knew from college (2 of which were girls), a friend of Guck's from his apartment, and anyone already mentioned. At one point a couple of us decided that we should maybe try and hop into Lake Huron in some drunked fun. In the end though it ended up being me and Guck completely naked with one of the girls going in her underwear and shirt. Thank God it was pitch black out. I made it a little ways in the water but it was like 55 degrees out (much colder on the lake than it was here that day) and returned back to the dock. To my chagrin I was photographed (with flash of course) emerging from the water with nothing but my hand over my junk to prevent a completely innappropriate facebook tagging (not completely sure this pic won't eventually make it).

After this minor incident we all returned back to the cabin and decided to utilize this portable elevated fire pit we had. Being from the UP Mike was the obvious choice for this task, and he undoubtedly built a mighty blaze. For God knows what reason we got into playing never-have-I-ever where anybody who had "ever" had to drink a shot of yeiger (spelling?). Obviously this was a very intoxicating game, but equally alarming was the extent of many people's "evers." Anyway...now for the meat of the story - needless to say, I was very drunk. I also happened to be sitting comfortably next to a very warm fire. Before long I fell asleep. During my slumber a log fell from the fire pit. A challenge was issued to Shea that he couldn't flip the log back into the pit with the stick he had been using to poke and prod it. He accepted and the first thing I remember upon waking up was having ashes knocked off of every part of my body as I stood up frantically in a complete daze.

I awoke having no idea what had happened whatsoever. It turns out that the still burning log had landed directly in my lap, and I was too drunk and tired to wake up immediately. More surprising was that I didn't even wake up despite the fact that it had landed directly on the first two knuckles of my right hand. Once I had come to and been informed that everybody but Mike had looked on in complete shock until he had shaken me and helped me to my feet I noticed that the skin on my right hand felt funny. I had been burned so badly that as is typical of 3rd degree burns I could feel no pain where I had been hit the worst (due to the nerves being burnt straight through). I think that this burn will likely skick with me the rest of my life - it was much uglier than any of the other run-ins I've had with fire.

On a lighter note it really felt good to get away from Ann Arbor for a change. Not that I have any problems with anyone or anything here per se, but the stress level is certainly lower for me outside of the city limits. It's just easier to not have to think about potentially depressing issues that I am often reminded of during my daily grind here. The last night there I slept outside under the stars and awoke to the sight of the sun rising over an extremely calm Lake Huron. It was a great moment as it was blemished with not one thought of any issue I may face that day, one of the few times I can say that's happened in some time.

Well, glad I could share that with you. Since I started writing this blog I had to save my progress and go out to the bar, and by the random coincidence ever I ran into the two girls from the cabin. The one had her digital camera and she showed me the picture of myself naked - pretty scandalous, but actually appropriate for facebook potentially. Expect to see it up there sometime soon. Alright, enough for now, I'm out.

Is fate inevitable?

The answer to that question would seem to be yes, until we prove otherwise. Physicists everywhere are constantly adopting theories that attempt to confirm randomness or adopt an infinite number of universes, but ultimately until we find a way to access these alternate realities we are tied to the existence that we currently sense. The beauty of fate is that its hindsight is 20/20; we can never know if any other option truly existed, perhaps we were tied to our eventual decision ever since the moment of the big bang.

Why am I addressing this question? Where is all this going? Well, to start, the idea for this blog came to me while I was watching the season finale to Lost, which I hope will get its own short blog (I was also asked why the season finale of DH didn't warrant the blog that Grey's Anatomy did, but I guess that was because I wasn't completely outraged by all the events that occurred, and didn't see much of a need to write anything about it - the show is what it is: a funny soap opera on in prime but only once a week). When Desmond goes to turn the key in the secret release for the electromagnetic discharge (if you don't watch Lost ignore that random statement) he turns to Locke and says that he doesn't believe in fate, but that he knows that each of them saved each other's lives due to random past events. This statement instantly made me wonder what could be a better example of actually believing in fate, but more importantly it made me think of past events in the lives of those close to me that have in one way or another affected the entire futures of those around them. This brings me to a story that my mom once told me that seemingly meant little to her, as she's led a rather mysteriously and incredible life I'm finding out all the time, but this story has come back to my mind many times since. Let me start at the beginning, but I mean way back in the beginning.

My mom grew up in Monroe, MI as the classic All-American catholic school girl. She attended catholic school from her first day of kindergarden all the way until her high school graduation. She achieved all A's throughout school and had big plans for the future. Her passion in life was art, and I bet that had she had her way she would have attended an art school out there somewhere. Unfortunately, when my mom was growing up in the kind of family she was there were only so many respectable positions (teacher, nurse, secretarial work, etc) that a woman could hope to go into without upsetting the delicate balance of things.

My mom felt limited by her parents' influence, and she eventually chose nursing for a career. Again, she attended a catholic nursing school and then worked for a catholic hospital. The fact that catholicism was so central to her life came into play when she met my father, whose father (my late Grandfather Ludlow, the cause of my unusual middle name) was a born again Christian and completely opposed to all things catholic. He refused to attend the wedding or continue employing my father at what is now his propane company if their wedding was a catholic ceremony, and my mom hated my grandfather for this forever.

After 27 years of marriage, most of which were good and devoid of argument or conflict, my mom surprisingly left my father for many strange reasons I won't divulge in this blog, but the one overwhelming issue that she has relayed to me was that my grandfather tried to have too much input into my parents' major life decisions, and my mom had always resented that my father wouldn't take her side in such affairs. To be quite honest my mom couldn't have been more reasonable in the divorce proceedings, as she chose to not take away half of my dad's company, but she made out quite well in terms of alomony and such.

Once my mom had moved out she decided that she needed some useless job to pass the time, and having quit nursing when my brother and I were very young to become a stay at home mom, she chose a job as a waitress at a restaurant (she now tells me that her nursing specialty can make as much as $36 an hour, but she doesn't think she could handle the commute anywhere). She had waitressed long long ago to make ends meet during her college years, and her upbeat friendly personality allowed her to excel to the position of manager in no time.

One day while she was back in the kitchen instructing the cooks on some matter she had a panicked waitress come to her to tell her that there was a baby in the dining area choking so badly that it had begun to turn blue. She rushed out to the young child's aid and used her nursing training from years ago to peform the proper infant heimlich manuever, and the baby spit up whatever had been bothering it and he lived. Everybody else in the place had frozen and given up, but my mom saved the baby's life. That child owes the entire rest of its existence to my mom. Potential children, grandchildren - all because he made it through that one day.

The point of all this is that no matter how hard anything that my mom had endured had been on her, no matter how many decisions she felt were out of her control, no matter how stressful my parents' divorce was for our family, that baby would have likely died if not for all those events in our lives that led to that moment.

This brings me back to my own life. I feel like a lot of terrible things have happened to me that I certainly don't deserve, but I don't get angry about it. I can't change the past. I understand my mistakes and I have tried to learn from them. Sometimes I step forward, sometimes I get caught up and find myself stumbling back, but I feel as though I've moved forward. Life is a process.

It's true that at times I wonder why I'm stuck where I am and I feel a deep sense of shame. Sometimes though, when I look deeper, I realize that without the past couple years I would have missed out on so much that I didn't learn in college, and failed to meet so many unique people that I otherwise would have never known. The struggle that I have forced myself into, both in my mind and often financially, has prepared me for the real world in ways that I never could have imagined growing up in Lyons, OH. Some could call me a failure, but I don't like to feel that way because I know that despite my flaws I lead an honest and honorable life and I make an impact on the lives of others. My time will come, it's as inevitable as the fate I spoke of earlier. Maybe it's wishful thinking to believe that all of this has happened for a reason, but in my opinion there is never anything wrong with a little bit of hope. There is always time for change, and there is always a little room for a flash of greatness, no matter how brief.

Quick Response

For anybody who reads the comments to my Grey's Anatomy post and wonders what the fuck that's all about, let me explain. Jeff is my brother, and I will admit without embarassment that we used to routinely watch some Disney Channel programming, especially Even Stevens and all of Disney's original movies. One such movie was called "Wish Upon a Star," and it used the classic body switching plot line. The whole tie in to Grey's Anatomy is that Katherine Heigl, Izzy from the show, played one of two sisters in the movie that switches bodies with each other when they wish on the same star that they could be in the other's position, hence my brother saying that it wasn't Izzy who cut the lines, but instead her sister in her body. Make sense now?

Anyway, I'm certainly not going to take the time right now to write another full blog because I think I have more exciting things I could potentially be doing. What I will do instead is give a little preview list of what to expect in some future blogs if I ever get around to writing them. Firstly, I've seen several movies lately, including the mainstream (Inside Man, Mission Impossible 3) and the completely obscure (Art School Confidential, Me, You, and Everyone we Know). Without a doubt the most interesting of all of them was Me, You, and Everyone we Know. Maybe one of the most original movies (that didn't totally suck) that I've seen in years. Even if you don't like much of the movie I guarantee that there will be a few parts that will surprise and entertain you. I'll get to that later. Also, season finales to Lost and Desperate Housewives are coming up - I'll keep you all posted. Ok, enough for now, I gotta get going. Cya all later.

Grey's Anatomy Finale - a reaction

So I just finished watching the second season finale to Grey's Anatomy, and while many things happened that I had been praying for not only throughout the course of that singular episode, but for the past 5-6 episodes, I was a little disappointed. Warning - spoiler alert to those who taped it.

First and foremost, thank God that fucking asshole Denny finally died. He was putting the name of my favorite 24-hour breakfast restaurant to shame. I hate that guy. No, it wasn't that I was jealous or anything, he was just a fucking drag to the show. The whole relationship with Izzy was so fucking ridiculous and unrealistic I've had to hold back puke from inside my mouth on many occasions. Seriously. I would have to brush my teeth to savemy breath after the cheesy lines he dropped successful on that dumb bimbo. The whole scene where his heart sits there without beating then mysteriously started made me want to turn off the show. Then his proposing and getting a yes from his doctor, don't get me started on that.

Secondly, the whole we're protecting our family shit, not cool. When people's lives are at stake, you don't fuck around with that shit. There was no reason for any of them to support her. She had basically fucked them all over and potentially dragged their careers down with her own, and they pull that shit? You may ask me what about loyalty and friends etc. etc. that I've been preaching about, but this is different; what about loyalty to your patients and people's lives? Some other guy with kids who doesn't ask his doctor to marry him lost out on that heart and for what, for Izzy to lay on a corpse later in the episode? Also, while on this topic, the other aspect of the show that made me happy was seeing Izzy leave the show. Yeah, she's pretty hot and all, but for realism purposes I'll gladly lose any character dumb enough and irresponsible enough to pull the total bullshit that she did. She deserves to be kicked out. I hope they don't manage to work her back in next season, what she did was without a question automatic loss of her chance to ever practice medice again in my book. Wow, the more I think about it the more frustrating the stupidity of the whole episode was. I likely won't even be able to remember half the stuff I'm pissed about.

Let's move on then to the one detail of the episode that was most astounding from a realism point of view because real people do make poor decisions just like the ones I mentioned before: how could they have had all these GSW victims from the episode before not to mention their best surgeon getting shot and manage to all walk around and socialize the entire episode while they seemed so busy earlier? Think about it, at a few points in the show the Nazi, Chief, and She-Shepard are all chilling thinking of Chief's niece, the one part where the Shepards argue the entire hospital staff is standing around in one area, the entire staff of surgical interns crams into one room to save Fuckface (Denny), and worse of all the hospital somehow manages to hold a prom in which you can see just about every character at one time not attending to any patients. Making this all the more absurd is the fact that you easily forget that the shooting of Burke/Denny drama is right in the middle of them treating 13 GSWs from only like an hour before...who sutured them up? Who was watching over them? Nurses? It's completely as Bush would say nonsensical.

Alright, now on the drama aspects of the show not necessarily relating to medical shit: Fuck McDreamy and his fucking Grey on the hospital bed. It's less the fact that he sucks and more the fact that the vet seems like the most normal nice cool guy to ever appear on the show and Meredith manages to shit down the collar of his tux. What a dumb cunt. First of all, getting into Vet School is hard! But more on topic, he's a normal respectable guy, and let's face it, despite her outstanding chastising of McDreamy last episode we all must face that Meredith is without a doubt"damaged goods." But like a true good guy the Vet gives her a chance, and she ruins it. Stupid Grey.

Also, if I said that Denny makes me puke earlier, then Cali and her relationship with George gives me leprosy. Did you see her in that dress at the end of the show? She looked like Dick Butkus. She also convinced me that a body double was used in the hand washing scene, as one of her hips was bigger around than the entire waist they showed in that scene. While I'm at it, she looks like a transvestite. She is manly! George looks like a 15 year old and she looks like his latino priest dressed in drag trying to molest him. Sickening. And she's a royal bitch. What a package. I think my arm is falling off right now, Motorcycle Diaries style. Where are you Che?

Am I saying that I won't watch the show next season? Of course not! It's amazingly entertaining. It gives me a way to bridge the age gap with several of my coworkers also, as we all enjoy mocking the show together. I will admit that I had pretty much lost faith in the show mid season, as it seemed that literally every episode featured at least one scene where Meredith either fights with McDreamy or tells her friends how hurt she is that he chose his wife over her. It's like they tried to see how many different ways they could phrase the same conversation without the fans screaming foul.

Alright, I gotta go do something I've never done before - eat at the Fleetwood Diner. I actually have a lot more to say about this and other shows not to mention some movies that I've seen recently, but that will all have to wait. See you all later.