Nana Update
Just a quick update on Nana. First off, thanks for the support. 
They’ve kept her in for observation for the past two nights, and will be doing so tonight. But it looks as if she’s going home tomorrow.
Nana’s grumpy because she’s not at home, but is more accepting of being at hospital. She’s been eating well, although she did mistakenly try to eat her shampoo. :/ Apparently it was handed to her with stuff that included her dinner. She then complained that she had nothing for her hair when she had a shower.
Oh, Nana.
The odd thing is that I have some of the best and most meaningful conversations with my Nana while she was in the hospital on Friday. Before, I was either too young, or (in recent years) she was too old. When it was just her and me, we had some good talks. Of course, there were some WTF moments from Nana as well.
The main one was when we were talking, she cradled one side of my face in her hand, looked into my eyes and said, “Cathy, promise me you’ll die young.”
My Nana must be a secret WTF Ninja. XD
Someday, when you least expect it, SHE WILL BAMBOOZLE YOU!
Oh, Nana
Today had to be the scariest morning I have ever had. No exaggerating.
It was a holiday today for my place of study, so I had planned to have a sleep in and go with my mother to visit my grandparents (something she does every Friday). Taking my grandfather to the shops went as normal, and we headed home expecting things to go as they usually do.
My grandmother is 84 years old, and quite weak these days. She spends most of her time sleeping or reading books in bed. She has had a few accidents over the past few years, and she really is quite frail.
This morning she was struggling to sit down at the table, and as I helped her she appeared to have a stroke or a seizure. Right in my arms.
Scariest fucking moment of my life, I tell you. Whatever else I thought had been terrible, it all paled when compared to the thought that my Nana might be dying in my arms.
Yeah.
My mother, Grandfather and I did everything right, and by the time the ambulance had shown up Nana had no only regained consciousness, she was speaking as she normally did. Her first words were “I can’t hear what you’re saying”, which is what she says all the time, seeing as she is now deaf. No slurring, no hesitation, same as if we were having tea and someone tried to talk to her.
We’ve spent most of today in hospital - I’ve only just come home now - and, well, she’s actually sounding better than she usually does. She’s more responsive and communicative than normal, everything’s working - her blood pressure’s even better than normal. I don’t know what’s wrong with her (mild heart-attack has been bandied about), and they’re keeping her in overnight for observation.
She gave us all a fright. But hopefully this morning’s fright is the only one we’ll have for a long time. Knock on wood, cross fingers etc.
I Am An Internet Anthroplogist
Very tongue in cheek. 
You may not realise this, but as an Internet Anthropologist I have a very dangerous job. That is why, when I study the populations of the locale known as “the Internet”, I take great care to ensure my safety. As I prepare for my latest foray - the details of which I shall recount to you now - I ensure that I have my Archaeologist Anthropology Hat and Whip, as well as making sure that my trusty spam-filter is by my side. Ensuring that my handy-dandy sidekicks Askimet and Moderated Comments are ready and able, I prepare to enter the great abyss that is the Internet.
Known by such terms as “the Net”, “the Interweb” and “the Interbutts”, the Internet contains many different cultures and locations. The residents of the place called MySpace, for example, seem to have adopted a strange style of taking photographs of themselves, and all seems to be friends with a man named Tom. With personal experience dictating that no man could truly be friends with so many people, I have come to believe that he has set himself as some sort of ruler, or even deity.
Beyond the borders of MySpace, however, can be found a number of other societies. These “bloggers” mark themselves out by writing - or “blogging” - about anything and everything. From the most mundane of subjects (”School today…”) to things that affect many more people - nothing is off limits for the “blogger”.
Although there is movement between the kinds of bloggers I have identified in my most recent expedition, I have identified and focussed upon two main kinds.
The first are easily identified by their penchant for their “celebrity blends”, and their use of a dialect of what I believe is a low-brow form of English - some of them speak in nothing but capslock. A great number of them worship false gods, and perceive that any negative comments made against them are world-ending attacks. They have the ability to swarm in large numbers to return fire upon those who “attack” them, and attempt to make their own thoughts known through badly spelled and phrased “arguments”. Despite the way they act, many of them are well beyond their teenage years; their behaviour puts them on the same level as their children.
Their enemies, on the other hand, worship a pantheon of gods, and the higher power that keeps the world in balance. A number of them practice a possible aspect of their faith known as “reviews”, or “WPR”, something which seems to be requested from both main groups in this “Internet”. Occassionally, these “reviews” result in members of the first group migrating over to the second, but there are also many incidences known in the native language as “flame wars” and “e-drama”; these tribal wars can range from small, isolated skirmishes to much larger battles.
Fearful of provoking the natives further, I must conclude this transmission and take the time to ensure that my fortress is secure. I shall return when I have more research and have interacted with the natives more - hopefully they will come to accept me with time.
Please send e-cookies, dictionaries, open source software and textbooks. kthxbai.
Disdainful-Soul.net
D-S.net is the personal blog of Catherine, a 22 year old girl from New Zealand with a love of modern tech and ancient history and with aspirations to become a published author. 
