Sunday, September 16, 2012

Blog Numba 3 - Come to Aerohio...do it.

Well, Second Life was not responding, and I've had enough with "social media" already, so I figured I'd turn this assignment into something that I can think about without making me want to hollow out my eye cavities with a hot butterknife by inviting you to my happy place.

Alright, I know you're all dying to just fling yourself out of a floating tube and plummet to earth at 120 mph, so what's holding you back? I've got all the details you want if you'd like to jump, and I highly recommend doing so. First off, you're gonna want to know where it is. From the University, it is roughly a thirty minute drive. Here are exact directions from UofA to Aerohio Skydiving Center. And of course, this shit ain't free. Prices for unlicenced jumpers start at $199 for a tandem jump.

So please, come jump out of our "perfectly good airplane!"
Pilot staring condescendingly at the "perfectly good airplane


Our relaxed and focused staff will take great care of your parachuting needs.
Focused                                                             Relaxed

You can do a tandem or an AFF (Accelerated Freefall) Training Class.
 
Tandem                                                                     AFF                      
 
Whatever the circumstances, we'll be sure to get it on video. 
 
If you're still on the fence just remember: hot chicks like skydiving, too.
Am I right?
 
And if you think that you're too old, don't tell it to this guy.
He's got just over 9000 jumps.
 
So stop holding back, damnit! Everybody needs some metaphorical balls. Grow a pair.

1-800-SKYDIVE

Blue skies.

Monday, September 10, 2012

URBAN LEGEND – COCKROACH ENVELOPE and TACOCKROACH BELL


This is a story that I heard my sisters talking about when I was a kid, back around 2000 when this “event” happened. According to the tale, a woman working at a post office cut her tongue on an envelope and complained of swelling and pain in her mouth a few days later. When she went to the doctor, they were both horrified to find cockroach larvae growing in her gum line, embedded in her salivary glands. The original message from 2000 is as follows:

If you lick your envelopes…You won’t anymore!

This lady was working in a post office in California, one day she licked the envelopes and postage stamps instead of using a sponge.

That very day the lady cut her tongue on an envelope. A week later, she noticed an abnormal swelling of her tongue. She went to the doctor, and they found nothing wrong. Her tongue was not sore or anything. A couple of days later, her tongue started to swell more, and it began to get really sore, so sore, that she could not eat. She went back to the hospital, and demanded something be done. The doctor, took an x-ray of her tongue, and noticed a lump. He prepared her for minor surgery.

When the doctor cut her tongue open, a live roach crawled out. There were roach eggs on the seal of the envelope. The egg was able to hatch inside of her tongue, because of her saliva. It was warm and moist…

This is a true story…Pass it on

The original version of the story involves a girl eating Taco Bell. It is very similar, but slightly different, and goes as follows:

You’ll never eat fast food again!

This girl was really in a hurry one day so she just stopped off at a Taco Bell and got a Chicken soft taco and ate it on the way home. Well that night she noticed her jaw was kind of tight and swollen. The next day it was a little worse so she went to her doctor. He said she was just have an allergic reaction to something and gave her some cream to rub on her jaw to help.

After a couple days the swelling had just gotten worse and she could hardly move her jaw. She went back to the doctor to see what was wrong. Her doctor had no idea so he started to run some test. They scrubbed out the inside of her mouth to get tissue samples and they also took some saliva samples. Well they found out what was wrong.

Apparently her chicken soft taco had a pregnant roach in it that she ate!!!! The eggs then somehow got into her saliva glands and she was incubating them in her mouth. They had to remove a couple of layers in her inner mouth to get all the eggs out. If they hadn’t figured out what was going on the eggs would have hatched inside the lining of her mouth!

She’s suing Taco Bell! Of course.

There are several questions that come into play when dealing with this internet urban legend. First off, can roach eggs be laid in a human’s mouth without them noticing what was happening? Can eggs really survive inside someone’s mouth? Where is the credibility? How does the “host” know where the eggs came from? Can cockroach eggs fit inside a salivary gland?

Before I pick this rumor apart, question by question, I would like to mention the fact that the entire original message (in both forms) seemed to be written by a fourth grader. There are grammar, spelling, and punctuation mistakes all across the board in each message. This truly subtracts from the credibility of the message. I mean, how are we supposed to trust somebody who cannot even spell “tests” correctly?

To begin the “busting” of this urban legend, as the Discovery Channel might call it, let’s look at the anatomy of a pregnant roach.

 
The ootheca is an egg sac about the size of a dried bean attached to the rump of mama cockroach. An adult cockroach is on average an inch-and-a-half to two inches long. A woman would have to be pretty hungry in order to shove an entire cockroach hidden in a large bite of food into her mouth. She would also have to be the unluckiest person in the world for that cockroach to move around unnoticed, dodging teeth and laying eggs in a split second before being torn apart by her molars.

Aside from the improbability of the roach surviving inside a human’s mouth long enough to lay eggs, it doesn’t make sense that the egg sac would even fit into any crevice of this woman’s mouth unless she was on hallucinatory drugs of some sort or  is completely inexistent altogether. The ootheca is as large as a bean, and fitting it into a salivary gland would be found to be quite impossible. Thinking that one could fit into a paper cut on someone’s tongue is just as farfetched.

In the case of the Taco Bell Roach, it is impossible to tell whether or not the roach came from Taco Bell to begin with. Unless this woman was starved of food for several days prior and this was her only food, or if she had kept some of the remnants of the food to prove the existence of a cockroach, it cannot be claimed that the apparent roach was from Taco bell.

Later on in the circulation of the Cockroach Envelope email, somebody tried to tag on some credibility at the end of the message:

This is a true story reported on CNN.

Andy Hume wrote: Hey, I used to work in an envelope factory. You wouldn’t believe the things that float around in those gum applicator trays. I haven’t licked an envelope for years.

This is a true story…Pass it on

A little research and it is reported that Andy Hume is a false name. The only Andy Hume’s known are a reporter for The Ottawa Citizen (not CNN) and a British sports star. A Sandy Hume was a reporter in Washington who killed himself in 1998. These people, however are in no way linked to this email and have nothing to do with the creation of this urban legend.

Altogether, the story does not seem to hold water. But just to be safe, I don’t lick envelopes anymore.
 
The full snopes.com article can be found at the following address:

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Blog Numba 1: English Comp 112

To begin, I'm Will. That's how most people know me. However, I perfer WillO.

WillO is how most people refer to me at my home. And when I talk about home, I don't mean the house that I live in. No, home to me is off where the vastness and flatness of the land give way to a seemingly lost little plot: a plot with a few trailors, a hangar, a 3000 foot length of bumpy, grass runway, and a big field the shape of Nevada bordered by corn and trees and a creek. This place is Aerohio Skydiving center.

Of course my home doesn't sound like much upon first description, but I've only forked over the scenery details. Every weekend I go home to the drop zone, as Aerohio is known, to "save people's lives" as many of the regular skydivers like to call it; my job is to pack parachutes. Most people refer to us as "packers," However, to a packer, that doesn't sound professional enough when explaining my job to someone less exposed to the skydiving world. So we instead like to jokingly refer to ourselves as "Professionals in the Skydiving Industry": a much more worthy title.

They say that if you love your job, you'll never work a day of your life. I honestly believe that I don't think I've ever done "work" at the dz. There's something about throwing a rig together that make's me feel good about what I'm doing. The tedious tasks involved with the completion of repacking a parachute seems to do well for my Engineering-type personality as well. The drop zone is one of the only places on earth where I can feel completely and utterly content with life.

So you know where I go to be happy. You probably guess what else I do while I'm at a Skydiving Center...