Right, so I pulled out of the previous GFX round due to not being able to finish on time. Since then I've been working on the image on-and-off and now it's finished only about a week late.
The picture shown below is half the size, the fullsize one can be found by clicking on the picture.
The full resolution pic (1280xs1024) is low quality...the high quality version is 1.1Mb and doesn't fit on photobucket xD Lame. Except I feel justified with the size...this was hand-drawn from start to finish.
I should have tidied up the sketchlines more, but wasn't actually intending to spend this much effort on it. Meh.
Alt: progressively yeah.I'm not entirely adept at it yet. Not sure how to navigate all my functions yet. Wait, did I just say"my"? AHHHHHHH ITS HAPPENING ALREADY
Just what is the difference with a smart phone and a normal Mobile phone? Other then the obvious 'A smart phone is smarter'.
The easiest way I can think to explain it: Mobile phones have been evolving to become more like the computers you know and use. A smart phone is a computer (PC or Mac depending on whether you use Windows, Android or iPhone), it's compatible with most of the features of a computer i.e. you can send emails and go online in the same way using a similar interface. So really smartphones constitute one endpoint of the mobile phone evolution.
In other news, what is up with your posture? I thought you had a musical background.
My posture may be hunched at times, Gantic, but that's a bit rich.
And my fingers *used* to be more slender than they are now. The proximal interphalangeal joints all widened significantly when I started learning Russian technique.
So I just finished my first week of being a medical doctor. It's hectic! But my roster, being weird, gave me a double shift to start and a 3 day weekend OHHHH YEAAAAH. So I'm off for the weekend and have a ton of errands to run, including updating the WoM.
Being a new intern, we kinda rely on our seniors to hold our hands for a bit. It apparently takes nine months to get really confident about making significant decisions on the patient's behalf. Today however my senior's shift suddenly got cancelled because HR forced him to take the nightshift instead, leaving me to hold the fort by myself. Scary stuff!
The day goes by both really quickly and really slowly, mainly because most hospital doctors run around like madmen. Most of the time we don't even have time to eat, let alone sit down. In fact, all the updates I wrote on AG this week were done on my phone, while I sitting on the toilet, which is just about the only time of the working day I have to myself, but you probably didn't need or want to know that.
At first, it looked like you were hovering on your butt, which would be a pretty cool way to get around a hospital.
Sometimes I wish I had something like that hoverboard Marty acquires. Except maybe not quite that shade of pink.
Is it anything like scrubs?
Some of it is. There's all kinds of stereotypes for different kinds of health employees that have an element of truth to them. I don't know yet about doctors and the workforce, but frankly medical student relationships are kinda inbred, and they usually don't last, and if you put the two together you tend to get a lot of broken friendship groups, hence my staying well clear of such things!
Freakenstein asked me whether I was interested in the Haiku Contest this week. So I submitted something, but was reminded of some stuff I wrote some years ago which I thought were a little more interesting.
The following poems are descriptions of actual experiences from people who suffer real neurological conditions. See if you can work out which ones!
Half a Pie
All things being considered in the mind's eye, The whole being greater than the sum, or so we say, But what of the lady who ate half a pie, And turned it around and ate half again, And turned and ate, and turned and ate, Until half of whatever half was what remained, And such existence was this lady's fate, Not to us, but to her, was it all the same.
Starlight
Spread through time and space, Little white dots- On an MRI, wink at us- Menancingly. What does it mean, Is as much as we ask, casting our eyes to the heavens, For we can only know what they- Might bring. Their rays of light pierce limbs, Pinning them, setting them aflame, Blinding eyes, Piece by piece the world- Falls to pieces.
Think you got it?
SPOILERS BELOW:
Parietal hemineglect (likely the result of a non-dominant sided stroke), and multiple sclerosis respectively.