Hey!
Let’s take all of the money that we spend on health care….and ACTUALLY SPEND IT ON HEALTHCARE!
(You know, instead of shoveling it to all of the middlemen who have inserted themselves between doctor and patient.)
Whoa……….
::bows::
A Review That I’m Surprised To Write
Sooo…a friend dragged me to see John Carter, over some protest.
And holy crap. It did not suck.
As a matter of fact, it rather did not suck at all. I mean, it has as many flaws as you’d expect from a wanna-be blockbuster. But it was much better than, say, the most recent Indiana Jones movie. Or any of the Transformers movies. Or a couple of the Spiderman movies. Or…name any other lackluster sequence-fest(er) that’s come out in recent years.
As a matter of fact, I really enjoyed it.
Whoever slapped together that idiotic movie trailer DID IT WRONG. The movie is different than the way it was marketed. It’s actually A Story! With Characters! And Plot! It was a blast!
No one is more surprised than I am.
See it before it disappears from the theaters.
So….Now The Doctors Have To Weigh In……
“Where Is The Physician Outrage?” from John Scalzi’s Whatever blog.
An Awesome List, And A SpAv Update
This delights me to no end: WordPress has started logging where in the world my blog hits come from. Here’s the list from my last two weeks!
United States, United Kingdom, Canada, Australia, India, Philippines, Ireland, Sweden, Turkey, Germany, Thailand, Malaysia, Poland, Netherlands, Korea, Egypt, Mexico, Israel, Switzerland, Romania, Belgium, Italy, Pakistan, Indonesia, Saudi Arabia, France, Czech Republic, Singapore, Spain, Denmark, Russian Federation, Taiwan, South Africa, New Zealand, Norway, Hungary, Viet Nam, Japan, Slovakia, Slovenia, Finland, Brazil, Colombia, Croatia, United Arab Emirates, Sri Lanka, Trinidad and Tobago, Macedonia, Peru, Bulgaria, Panama, Argentina, Serbia, Puerto Rico, Portugal, Jordan, Lithuania, Hong Kong, Dominica, Ecuador, Ukraine, Cyprus, Albania, Qatar, Mongolia, Austria, Tunisia, Lebanon, Chile, Iceland, Bahamas, Netherlands Antilles, Bangladesh, Nigeria, Grenada, Greece, Yemen, Venezuela, Georgia (the country, people!), Jamaica, Lao People’s Democratic Republic, Oman, Botswana, Luxembourg, Nepal, Belize, Montenegro, Malta, Estonia, Algeria, Latvia, Zimbabwe, Morocco, Syria, Nicaragua, Honduras, Barbados, El Salvador, Malawi, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Antigua and Barbuda, Kuwait, Brunei Darussalam, Moldova, Libya, Mauritius, Myanmar, Haiti, Uganda, Saint Kitts and Nevis, Virgin Islands, British Guam, Djibouti, Cambodia, Bahrain, Maldives, Rwanda, Northern Mariana Islands, Macao, Iraq, Cayman Islands, Guatemala
Welcome, everyone! I’m so happy to have you all here!
In other news, I’ve had the occasional request for a Spoon Avocado update, so….
Spoon Avocado is still alive. She has been merrily puking her way through my apartment, to the point that my question is not “Has she puked today?” but rather “What has she puked on, and can I clean it?” My floor is cleaner than it has been for a long time, as I have probably spot-scrubbed every square inch of it due to a puke-annointment incident at some time or another. That hurk-hurk-hurk sound haunts my dreams.
I’m currently blaming hairballs, so I tried to give her some hairball-reducing treats….but she puked today, so I don’t know if it’s her sensitive stomach rejecting the treats or just her regular pattern.
Overall, she’s super-affectionate and adorable until she decides to bite me, she’s good company for post-call snuggling purposes, she loves to fall asleep on my legs, and she purrs like a motorboat when I pet her on the face. Even when she has decided she’s going to go into indifferent-kitty mode (often signaled by a new shallow tooth-scar and stalking to the other side of the couch), she invariably stretches out a paw to stay in contact with me and ends up scootching herself up close while still pretending she doesn’t want to have anything to do with me. Needy critter.
I’m still not dying from allergies, but I have started to sneeze after a certain amount of cat-exposure, even with my allergy medication (although it could be that I’ve missed a dose or two and my drug levels are low at those times).
Here’s a picture!
SpAv in Indifference Mode
The Games – Ted Kosmatka
How often do you get to read a debut novel from an author so excruciatingly excellent that he makes other authors positively seethe with envy (when they’re not nominating him for prestigious awards)?
Don’t take my word for it, I guess. You can look at the fact that The Games is Library Journal’s Debut of the Month, or the fact that it got starred reviews from the likes of Publisher’s Weekly and Booklist.
And when the dust settles and a huge blockbuster movie is made from the story and suddenly people are talking about how it couldn’t possibly be science fiction because it is so GOOD and therefore “transcends the genre”, you can sniff derisively and talk about how you liked Kosmatka BEFORE he was famous.
You’re welcome.
Schedule Transition Fail
I did not follow my proper naps-and-awake-time protocol for flipping my schedule from a night shift back to a day shift.
I was awake at 4am, for a full work day.
This will be a barrel of laughs, I’m sure.
Have a good day, y’all.
You Know There Haven’t Been Enough Traumas In Your City In The Last Four Hours When…..
…you’re in the ER doing a history and physical on your last patient of the night (who is refusing treatment for her overwhelming asthma attack and is telling you all about how much crack she was smoking last night between soul-numbing wheezes) and suddenly outside you hear a chorus of:
“Peak flow contest! Peak flow contest! Who’s in?”
Followed by a bunch of grown men all enthusiastically trying to one-up each other by blowing into a tube that measures the strength of their exhalations……complete with grandstanding, unbridled cheering, and overly-congratulatory fist-bumps.
Oh, ER docs……where’s a gunshot victim when you need one?
(But let’s not be too hard on them….they had a poop-geyser situation only a few hours before. And the housekeeping staff doesn’t even clean the floors very well, let alone the ceiling….)
This sure invites juvenile commentary, doesn't it?
How To Kill Your Imaginary Friends 