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No scratching for this entire article

Monday, June 30th, 2008

Fascinating article about itching. Warning: one woman managed to scratch through her head to her brain.

The mirror therapy for phantom limbs is pretty spiffy and shows, once again, that the brain is a mysterious place that we know pretty much f*ck all about.

“The Itch”, The New Yorker

This is a picture I did not take

Sunday, June 29th, 2008

of a young man with Down’s running with arms flung open in joy through a crosswalk in the rain, like he was running into the arms of Santa Claus, or his mom, while his father trudged ahead, cursing at the weather.

ah yes, working with the “entitled” generation

Saturday, June 28th, 2008

Us “old” managers know how to use the Interweb, ya dumbasses…

Joss reveals the master plan

Saturday, June 28th, 2008

Must. be. near. interwebs. July. 18-20.

Summer nights

Thursday, June 26th, 2008

On the street where I grew up, there were a few houses where the “renters” lived. The one across the street had an ever-changing cast of characters with a common interest in selling pot and/or beating each other up.

There was one summer, though, where a woman moved in about 4 houses down on my side. A house with a big verandah out front. She was probably still in her twenties then, but she seemed old and world-weary to us. Kind of Janis Joplin with library glasses. Sometimes of an evening she’d come out on the porch with her guitar and the gang of street kids would sit on the step or sit on the wide rails around her and she’d lead us in song. Puff the Magic Dragon was a big hit, but Leaving on a Jet Plane was my favourite. She always sang it like she had left someone behind, or that someone had left her.

She was there only a summer before she moved off. I always assumed she joined a travelling band, or became a gypsy.

We thought she was pretty magical. I wonder if she thought we were magic too.

Evil good sing-along coming soon

Thursday, June 26th, 2008

Teaser from Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog on Vimeo.

Joss, how we love thee

George Carlin died

Tuesday, June 24th, 2008

I’m a little surprised at how many people paid tribute on the Interwebs – blog posts and tweets and profiles. One always hopes he knew how many like him.

The thing with Carlin was that he made it his job to take the hot air out of us and he used swearing as an effective weapon against hyperbole, business speak and government prevarication. He was a very smart man, and his ear for language made his comedy biting and intelligent.

I know most people are focused on the 7 words, but here’s another look at why language pissed off George Carlin:

So he died. He didn’t pass away or expire. But he leaves us with lots of laughs and a healthy dose of “think for yourself”.

Phoenix twitters – ice!

Friday, June 20th, 2008

Mars Phoenix twittered that ice water has been found on Mars.

Yes, a robot is tweeting me from another planet, and I am giddy.

Random thoughts

Friday, June 20th, 2008
  1. I’m not really up on the “famous” peoples, but is it not the case that Paris Hilton is attached to the brother of her ex BFF Nicole Ritchie’s baby daddy? How come they don’t report on this? Or maybe they do and I’m the last person in North America to figure this out. Or maybe I’m wrong? I can never remember the names of the boys involved and I’m too lazy to google it.
  2. “Forest of the Dead” is maybe the best two-part Dr Who that I’ve seen ever. Alex Kingston is solid lovely and on my list of girl crushes. The ending was mature and poignant in the good sense of the word. Wow.
  3. I might get flamed for this one, but I thought the season ender of BSG was a let-down. The scene on Earth was …predictable. However, the pentultimate ep rocked, written by the goddess Espenson. Dialogue was solid and the “love scene” was awesome. Adama Snr is one of my favorite characters these days.
  4. I’m a not-so-in-the-closet fan of So You Think You Can Dance. At least for Will, who is hot and graceful and manly and liquid all at the same time. Hoo-boy. My affection for this show does not exceed that for America’s Best Dance Crew, however. Sunday evenings are pretty awesome in these parts because they run back-to-back. I’m thinking about clearing out a space in the basement so I can do the scotchneat version.
  5. David Sedaris makes writing look so damn easy. I mean he records little life moments in a book that he keeps in his pocket and then he writes these insightful and snort-out-loud vignettes and why can’t I do that? And I’d like to marry Hugh. That is if he wasn’t on the other team.

JL Update

Friday, June 20th, 2008

Thank you everyone who commented or emailed. Update is that his bloodwork is “that of a 5 year-old”, which in cat years is a good thing indeed.

So that leaves blood sugar. Insulin has been adjusted and food intake and poop is being monitored. I’m still a little worried I’m gonna arrive at home and he’ll be comatose on the floor, but I’m hoping that we get everything figured out right away.

I think he’s getting a little fed up with all of the kisses on the forehead.