The Food Poisoning/Visual Stimuli Post

I remember trying to get off the school bus in junior high one day when a kid a couple rows in front of me leaned into the aisle and just spewed all over the floor. I remember it vividly.

There's a sensible debate over whether the movies should rate violence more harshly and sex less harshly (I think so), but I think there should be a moratorium on showing people hurl.

On Monday, I was riding to work, coming down a big hill where I always hit 3 consecutive lights and build up some speed. At the bottom, where it levels out and I'm just cruising, a car door opens, out leans a woman, and she just lets go right in front of me. I had to swerve to avoid hitting it.

I had a pretty good vomit-free streak going, maybe 9 or 10 years, until Monday. Ok, so apparently I had food poisoning. We think it was either a bad can of black beans or a bad batch of rice (both of which I ate Sunday, while M-N didn't, then she ate Monday, and became sick like me). Either way, I think watching someone blow chunks is incentive enough.

I won't watch "Stand By Me" because of the pie-eating scene.

Fortunately, whatever the culprit, the plague passed quickly, but now I'm going to associate that spot on my ride with Monday morning.

Somewhere in high school, I went to see Live in concert at SUNY Albany. (The Throwing Copper tour, during their 15 minutes of being awesome.) It was January, I think, I remember it being dangerously cold. It was a general admission show, so everybody was waiting in line outside the arena. These SUNY kids were in front of us, and there was a drunk girl. She spewed on the sidewalk, and then it froze, and people were slipping on the frozen spew.

That's just nasty.