August 21st, 2006


A calm between storms.

Watching my flist makes be remember WHY I plan to be just a patron at the KCRF this year. Work is quite busy enough for me, don't need my private life that busy, too.

First a Medical Blooper for Aug 18 (not really a blooper, but funny)

One morening, the chief radiologist, who kept long and often late hours, came in early to read films. Upon entering the reading room, he burst out laughing when he saw the fully articulated departmental skeleton seated in his chair. Films were on the view box and the skeleton held the dictation microphone in its hand.

Had fun at jensixstones's Game Day. Played a few games of Carcassonne, one with the guy that is the ultimate reason I own the game. One of these days I will actually win.... maybe.

Ambeth (WoW) would be rather higher in level had I done more 'kill things and take their stuff' quests rather than 'run hither, thither and yon' quest.

BUT, I was forced out of my nice, safe, known world into bigger and better hunting grounds, I have Artisan in First Aid and Cooking (actually 300 skill in cooking already) and just have to run back to the Fishing guy for Artisan in fishing (likely dying about three times AGAIN, just like when I went to get the quest in the first place), I know where the Leatherworking Artisan trainer is (just need gold. sigh) and now have the flight path links that let me fly from Undercity to Booty Bay. So, I guess it all evens out, right?

Someday, I will be big enough to Raid with the big dogs. Someday. (it's such a reversal of roles - used to be I was the big kid doing stuff my littler bros couldn't do yet. Now, I am the little one wondering when I'll grow big enough.)

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My boss sent me this link as potentially interesting. And it is. But what really caught my eye was a link to Related Content:

"TV kills kids' pain better than moms"

I have SEEN this. Thomas had an earache in the middle of the night. I was rocking him while he wimpered and groused as much as a small, tired, hurting child can, when he asked for the TV to be on. Instant change. He was utterly still while watching, without wimpering or even needing me to hold him.