Miracles, Puns, AND OVERALL FOOLISHNESS.

Today I went with my friend for her 13 week ultrasound.



It was the first time I'd ever even been in children's hospital.
The actual ultrasound procedure was one of the weirdest things I've ever seen.
Here was my friend laying on a table, watching by a grainy amphibious blob
sloshing about on a black screen. The ultrasound technician kept on doting on how
"cute the baby already was" and how much of a "miracle" it was. I was unimpressed.
Not necesarily by the fetus itself, but by the woman's mindless bantering. That thing
on the screen was not "cute". Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't "value the sanctity of life"
(Although, my comfortableness with the idea of abortion unsettles many a person), it's just that
if that same "cute little miracle" popped out of my friends stomach tomorrow, it would be a
scene straight out of Alien. Or The Fly. Or Eraserhead. Not a miracle.

It was at this time that I thought it would be appropriate to make a "Juno" reference.
She didn't get it.
Apparently getting an ultrasound is too serious for puns of any kind.

On the way back, I got a phone call from the bone marrow donation center at the UW hospital.
She said that she would like to schedule my physical for April 1st.
I chuckled and said "Is that a joke?", assuming that she would get the April fools day reference.
She didn't.
Apparently donating stem cells is too serious for puns of any kind.


On another note, I should have been born in the late seventies.
I think that suits me much better,
and then having a crush on a 32 year old woudn't be weird as fuck.