Archive for September, 2009

Another reason to avoid marriage

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

According to favorite source of lulz:

ā€œ…the longer you live by yourself, the more individualistic you come. And the enemy of marriage is individualism.ā€

Another good reason that marriage is an enemy of mine. I support marriage equality: ban heterosexual marriage!

Adventures from the Annual Exam

Monday, September 28th, 2009

I like my doctor’s office, everyone there is very nice, but they strike me as a little strange. Today had many fine examples.

Early on in the appointment the nurse asked me, “Do you want to give a urine sample?” I replied, “Uh, sure?” (I played it cool, but really, who doesn’t want to give a urine sample?) and she gave me very detailed instructions on how to “piddle”. Although her instructions didn’t include dropping or pulling up my pants, I did out of force of habit. I hope it’s alright to ad lib like that.

After I’d piddled, I returned to the exam room. The doctor came in shortly and asked me if I was planning on having blood drawn. I stammered for a minute and told him that if he thought it was necessary, I certainly could. He seemed genuinely confused by my confusion. He talked about it like he expected me to want blood drawn for my own piece of mind.

At the end of the appointment, the nurse returned with some bad news, “I’m afraid the doctor didn’t need your urine sample, so…” I was quite sure she was going to ask me if I wanted to take it home, but she surprised me, “…I guess I’ll flush it down the toilet?” Perhaps the inquiring inflection was an invitation for me to request a take-out bag. I told her I thought flushing it sounded good.

My mom works for a trauma surgeon, and I pictured him asking similar questions while fixing somebody’s hand or skull after a terrible accident, “Do you think your broken bone warrants a metal plate?”, “Would you like stitches?”

“Catholic church punishes women for supporting female priests”

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009

The headline of this post (Catholic church punishes women for supporting female priests) is from a blog posted by a person who was shocked, SHOCKED! that the Catholic Church could dole out such harsh punishment.

Really? Which was more shocking, that the Catholic Church threw out someone who disagreed with it, or that it’s being misogynist?

This reminds me of a group that wants the Catholic Church to promote the Virgin Mary to goddess and make her a member of the holy trinity. I don’t know why a person would look to Catholicism to value women when the institution doesn’t seem to even regard them as people.

Roaster Fail Win

Friday, September 18th, 2009
Do not let Fail Blog mislead you. This is actually a win.

Do not let Fail Blog mislead you. This is actually a win.

Bad stock photography

Thursday, September 17th, 2009
I must be clicked for full effect

I must be clicked for full effect

This is a screen shot from a site I visited while planning my recent trip to Europe. I can’t be sure, but I believe that kid and his scary Photoshop enhanced green eyes and frightening expression are from The Exorcist. You may have to click the thumbnail to see the full-size image to get the full effect.

At long last: vegan white chocolate

Thursday, September 17th, 2009

I’m in Prague. I’ve been trolling all the local health food stores for fancy vegan things I take for granted in the United States. One exciting find was vegan white chocolate. This was huge: I have been looking for vegan white chocolate for years and I have never found it. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the cash to purchase it on that occasion. It was Saturday, so the store closed early and stayed closed until Monday.

After two days of anticipation, I returned to purchase the chocolate bar. As I walked away, I ate a piece. I was not pleased. I thought maybe I was just off my rocker, so I made plans to ask my friend and host, Lindsey, her opinion.

When she arrived home several hours later, she confessed that she’s not so into white chocolate. I replied that this particular bar wasn’t my favorite either, but I wanted to hear her assessment. She agreed to humor me.

As she slowly chewed it, she was very diplomatic about expressing her distaste, but none of her comments were hit the nail on the head. Finally I asked her directly if there was any specific taste it reminded her of. She paused for a moment, “Vomit?”

Apparently the whole time she was chewing it, she was like, “Don’t say vomit, don’t say vomit,” whereas I was mentally screaming, “It tastes like puke! Say it tastes like puke!”

Lindsey described her mental image of a chocolate factory, where they make a bar of chocolate, then everybody stands around and tastes it, and they all decide whether or not it’s good enough to be sold. Apparently somebody ate this puke-flavored chocolate, and was like, “Yes, this is good. Let’s market this.”

Update! Sept 18 2009 – Bonvita Rice Milk White Bar FTW! I’m not sure if I’d be so enthusiastic had its predecessor not set the bar so low (“Please taste better than vomit”), but right now I think it’s about the best white chocolate I’ve ever had.

Low-key post

Sunday, September 13th, 2009

I am low key. I shouldn’t show up on the front page, but I should show up in various other lists. Let’s find out.


Stalking the Free Software Foundation while in Boston

Sunday, September 13th, 2009
Visiting the Free Software Foundation

Visiting the Free Software Foundation

I visited the Free Software Foundation while in Boston. They don’t say anything about tours or paying them a visit, but I was so close, I wanted to see where the magic happens. The magic has an unusually small sign.

I block the scheduled post

Friday, September 11th, 2009

Now there won’t be a scheduled post till at least this time tomorrow.

Scheduled post: test

Friday, September 11th, 2009

I am a draft. I should be published by this time tomorrow unless you post something more interesting. Don’t post something more interesting.

Actually this might not work if it’s a cron job that goes once a day and my computer is always shut down for that hour.