Thursday, January 15, 2009

Seedless Bacon

Here's a site that pushes the limit, is often not funny, and doesn't waste time on artistic talent.
I like em.

http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/tfd-archives/tfdarchive-feb08.php

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The Wheels on the Bus

Round and Round we go, stopping only for coffee and quaaludes, and to prove once and for all what a medical dork I am, I had to look up "quaalude" before finishing this sentence. They sound nice.
I feel - something - for not keeping up with this blog. I'd promise to do better, but the spastic equilibrium that is the fabric of my consciousness will surly get the better of me. After a trip South - twice in 10 days - and a reprioritization of life goals (new year's intentions - not 'resolutions' I'm told), Things should be looking up. I posted a few writing assignments on BlendedWhiskey@blogspot.com under a shawshankian pseudonym, so that's a start. Mostly, though, I've just been impressed by Pandora's writing.
So, thanks for reading if you've been reading, and check out the above blog if you get a chance. I think it's a good one.
Now, off to see if I passed my skull quiz...

Thursday, January 8, 2009

A Call to Cynicism

World Leaders Ranked By Personal Wealth.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_heads_of_state_and_government_by_net_worth


(I guess the silver lining is that Barak is low on the totem poll.)

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

The Skull and the Appleseed

There once was a story which was never written about how a skull and an appleseed took up arms with one another to defend the primary respiratory rhythm's objectivity in a tainted and subjective reality. The story, a great one I'm sure, fell by the wayside and was trampled on by the very...
Who am I kidding; medical school is a creativity zap capable of all manner of crimes against Humanity ( capital 'H' ).

Head and neck anatomy by all accounts seems to be a bit like having one's left hand (or other appendage) locked in a vice grip for six weeks. We have a skull quiz Friday. I will make it my bitch before focusing a shit-ton of good energy on the region surrounding my crista galli and let it seep through the sieve of my cribiform plate before getting sucked in through my eyeballs, past my retinae, criss-crossing along my chiasmatic sulcus and perfusing throughout my brain and CNS. That, or I'll take a couple Benedryll, call it a night and wake up dehydrated sometime Saturday afternoon.
Maybe then I will shovel out my parking spot

good night.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Here's to New Beginnings

I totally rocked that toast a few months ago. It was great. Great and healing.

Anyhoo, it's Sunday, fucking Sunday, and the skull awaits my Osteopathic touch. I'm back in the land of snow and bitchy neighbors. My long standing feud with a neighbor over day time hot water usage culminated while I was away when she hired a plow truck to dump a shit ton of snow neatly and completely on my parking space. I do not know how high the pile was origionally, but it has since melted down to a solid rectangle of snow, sand and ice 10' x 14' wide and 5 feet high! I'm gonna tare that 'give peace a dance' bumpersticker right off her fucking car and shower with it untill my skin blisters with indignation. Better yet, I'm gonna drink a whole bottle of beer all by myself and get a good night sleep for anatomy tomorrow morning! Damn the man.