the insanity, the prejudice, the kittens

Cassandra Disque | October 28, 2006

My downstairs neighbor is completely off her rocker. At 5.30 this afternoon, I ran my vacuum. She then came upstairs to bitch to my next door neighbor about all the noise I was making with my cleaning. A few hours prior, she was yelling at the people who were moving in above me (and hence, [...]

Life like high school

Cassandra Disque | October 22, 2006

Veronica Sawyer: “No, my life’s not perfect. I don’t really like my friends.” James Dean: “Yeah. I don’t really like your friends either.” Veronica Sawyer: “I just killed my best friend.” James Dean: “And your worst enemy.” Veronica Sawyer: “Same difference.” Veronica Sawyer: “She’s my best friend. God, I hate her.” I hate the way [...]

I was told I was a smart-ass; upon looking that up, I might be okay with that

Cassandra Disque | October 13, 2006

As Savage Minds pointed out, the Horace Miner essay about the body rituals of the Nacirema is a classic example of using anthropology to make the strange familiar the familiar strange. It’s also probably the most famous sociology/anthropology “study” ever written, which is a real hoot and a half. To this day, intro courses love [...]

education is giving me an ulcer (my school is dumb)

Cassandra Disque | October 12, 2006

Despite having been a student at my school for a year and a half, I just got around to having a peek at the student catalog. I just learned that as a freshman, you’re only supposed to take classes in the 100s, as a sophmore, classes in the 200s, a junior, classes in the 300s [...]

Gimping Sex

Cassandra Disque | October 6, 2006

I have a seemingly insatiable sex drive. This is a bit of a double entendre, for while my sex drive is in a near constant state of arousal, it is very rarely sex that I want. Indeed, while I often fantasize about orgasm induced by another person, it’s very rarely a reality, particularly in the [...]

"The Drag of Gimp"

Since 1996, my life has been a long journey of visiting one doctor after another. I look more or less fine, but I'm not. My daily pill count is like playing the dozens with a hospice patient. One doctor will say I'm doomed, and send me to another for treatment, but the treating doctor will find nothing within his or her area of practice that can be treated.

My life is better than a comedy, better than a drama. Anyone who has done this knows what I mean when I say that you have to not only know the rules, but also play the part in order to be allowed in the game. Most people find what we go through in the medical merry-go-round to be unbelievable, which is why I call it "The Drag of Gimp."


About the author

Cassandra Disque

Extemporaneous flibbertigibbet with bone lumps growing out of my coccyx. I was born in 1981. I was another case of "too much, too young," or at least I wanted to be. Now I'm leaning toward "too little, too late," as my body conks out on me, and I find I haven't done hardly any of the things I wanted. This is supposed to happen to people twice my age, so you might find my perspective on life to be a little unusual -- as in, I find just about everything to be hysterically funny, because there's little use in worrying when it's all going to go kaput.