The Occasional Joke

Nurse: Patient's name?

Centurion: Marcus Licinius Crassus

Nurse: And his date of birth?

Centurion: 115 BC.

Nurse: All right. And what is he here for?

Centurion: Cataphract surgery.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Aging in America

As Linda and I get on in years (Speak for yourself, bald boy! - LMB) one of us occasionally has to ask the other party to help locate a misplaced cell phone, somewhere in the house. The approved technique is simply to call the missing phone and see where the ring comes from.

This morning, Linda asked me to call her phone. After the usual AT&T latency (which apparently involves getting Executive approval, on a call by call basis, to even be in the cell phone business,) her phone rang. I was sitting on the couch, and the phone was clearly near by. In fact, the ring tone was coming from under a 70 pound accumulation of German Shepherd, sleeping on the other end of said couch. The dog didn't budge -- I'm not even sure she woke up.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Help me reconcile ...

... the on-going odium that is being poured on the heads of the wealthy, lazy, fat-cat public sector employees in Michigan with this tale of hiring woe.

I was of the impression that it was the suffering lower and middle-middle class that was going, somehow, to profit from the ousting of the Democrats from power. Instead, it seems like a kind of war is being declared on them. I wonder when and if they'll figure it out.

Monday, March 28, 2011