Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Good friend Twisted Chris (husband of V. and father of the young sailor) sent me this.
No, I can't explain it either.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
It won't help on the car radio... but we can listen to our music online. Here is the latest place I've found. I'm listening to the All Hit Oldies channel right now.
Posted by CrankyBeach at 2:21 PM
The good news is, I got in my "afternoon nap" at 6 o'clock this morning. I reported for work (in my home office) only to find a mess of company e-mails indicating that the platform on which I work was completely futzed. I sent an instant message to my supervisor and she said, just go back to bed. Fortunately, I had not yet had my coffee, so I was able to go right back to sleep.
We're still futzed up, but we can work, sort of. We have been strongly admonished to keep a hardcopy record of everything we do today, in case none of it shows up in tomorrow's reports.
With all that in mind, imagine my amusement when my second job of the day involves a gynecological procedure performed by Dr. . . . well, I won't tell you his last name, but it is the same as that of a certain animal well-known for building dams across streams.
Now I'm in the midst of a report where the patient was brought to the emergency room after ingesting a razor blade. I just typed the following:
This is a . . . male, incarcerated in the jail. He has had multiple episodes of ingesting razor blades.
Um, excuse me, where is he getting the razor blades, and why did they not put a stop to this the first time he tried it??
Inquiring minds need to know!
UPDATE: It gets better. The doctor just dictated, "The patient probably has an underlying psychiatric issue."
Gee... ya think?
Monday, February 9, 2009
Samantha (who lives in New York) tells me that the grocery stores near her carry Eight O'Clock Coffee.
Yep. What'd I tell you? East coast thing. Mostly.
Old friend and frequent commenter Bum informs me that Eight O'Clock Coffee is supposed to be available at Wal-Mart Superstores. The nearest of those to me is about 40 miles. If I'm over that-a-way anyway, I might stop and check, but even this fanatic is not driving 40 miles just to buy cheaper coffee. Kind of defeats the purpose of being pathologically Scottish.
Bum also asks how to comment on this newfangled version of the blog. Unless I am severely mistaken, one needs to sign in with a Google ID to do so. If you have a Gmail address, that is your Google ID. Otherwise, just go to Gmail and sign up for an account. That should do it. I think. (And the first step to commenting is to click on the "0 comments" place at the bottom of the post. Then see what it asks you to do. You may be able to create a Google ID with your non-Gmail e-mail address. I think. But you do need a Google ID of some sort to post a comment.)
And no, I have no idea why the flag icon sometimes turns into a photo of a person, but I will check into it. In my ::snort:: copious spare time.
There. I think that covers all the bases on this fine, slightly soggy Monday morning.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Eight O'Clock Coffee beats Starbucks, Dunkin Donuts and Folger's in Consumer Reports taste test.
Okay, I've never even heard of Eight O'Clock Coffee. Is it an east coast thing?
Furthermore, now they're saying drinking coffee might stave off Alzheimer's and dementia.
So let me get this straight. Coffee might prevent me from losing my marbles (the few marbles I have left) altogether.
I wonder if it will now qualify as preventive medicine for purposes of health insurance, and thus might be a reimbursable expense?
And while we're on the subject, most discussions of coffee talk about how many "cups" one drinks in a day. Since my favorite coffee mug is about the size of a large bucket, perhaps I should multiply the "cup" quantity by at least a factor of 3....
Monday, February 2, 2009
If you haven't already.
At the Cincinnati Zoo they are hand-raising a baby cheetah to be an ambassador. As I understand it, the Anatolian shepherd puppy being raised with him, who is his constant companion, will go everywhere with him so that he will feel safe, and not behave in a way that an ambassador should not.
Go back and read all the archives, and check out the Youtube videos as well. That is one adorable lil' kitty-cat, who is rapidly growing up into a great big kitty-cat....
Just look at this sweet lil' creature.
Posted by CrankyBeach at 9:55 AM