Natter 52: Playing with a full deck?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
And, unrelated to Allyson, Tim, or Nilly --
Last year, on June 6 (6/6/06), my brother's restaurant (pimp, pimp....er, for anyone near Vermont, that is) brewed an I.P.A. called Mortal Sin to mark the date. It was 6.66% ABV and 66 IBUs. (For anyone who gives a damn about beer minutiae).
So for today (7/7/07), they brewed another I.P.A., called Rapture, to mark the date. It's (you guessed it) 7.77% ABV and 77 IBUs. Dorks. (I say that in the best possible way. But they are truly beer dorks. Although that works out nicely, since they run a brew pub.)
They also have an ale on tap called Shut the Hell Up, which I suspect the brewmaster allowed my brother to name. And the porter on tap is named Pappy's Porter, after my (and my brother's, obviously) great-granddad.
I think I would only be able to order Shut the Hell Up for other people... So I could say, "Here's a nice big glass of Shut the Hell Up!"
Do they bottle "Shut the Hell Up"?? Because I would SO LOVE to have a bottle of that in the fridge to offer people. That would ROCK.
I think I would only be able to order Shut the Hell Up for other people...
I would happily buy this for some people, "Can I offer you a pint of two of Shut the Hell Up?!?"
is there one doctor who is in charge of your care? I know you are seeing a neuro and a migraine specialist but is there anyone else? And who is coordinating the care between all of these specialists?
The neuro is supposedly the coordinator. The task falls to her, not because she has any treatment ideas--or perhaps because she has none. She's been funnelling the migraine specialist's stuff to me, or trying to find me a new one, or whatever.
But stuff falls through the cracks.
I'm supposed to have the migraine specialist paged before admission time to find out what he's going to do. I'm balky because it's the weekend and because I want to wait until the weekend before admission. Which is just silly.
I can't wait to read how Allyson's sentiment hit people who've not only not posted here, but who don't do stuff like that. It seems obviously touching to me, but hello, biased.
Krav exec producer just walked by and told me she'd be ordering her copy.
Nifty.
Holy crap, it's gorgeous here. Too bad I'm totally not participating in it at all!
took the book to the coffee shop this morning showed it to people that thought it was very interesting
It looks like it could be pretty outside, eventually. I managed to leave home without my wallet or my iPod, both of which I needed.
The basic idea is to venture out again after showering; buy a Bluetooth headset, Eureka DVDs (still weird), linocut supplies and some Mario Badescu frippery.
Basic idea.
I also have tennis on the TiVo. And a powerful urge to nap.
ooooh. nap. I have an ENT waiting for me to sign papers at a hospital. But I am busy with the internets and with the breast pump and with life. So I guess Mr. Doctorman will have to wait.
ita, I wish someone other than your neuro could coordinate your care more clearly because then it might be more coordinated. Like some sort of chronic pain nurse practitioner or someone.
Sigh.
Confirmed sighting in Milwaukee! [link]
Five copies - I bought one and turned one to face out on the shelf. (The rest are food?) They didn't have a table for humor, that I could find anyway.
Whoot!
Other random bits of Buffistadom that popped up in my world this weekend: walked into a local bar and they were playing Lucero. The bartender was from Memphis and was happy to gush with me.
Also, on the highway yesterday, I saw a man in a shiny new convertible with the tag KDNY TRPT, which made me think about Suzi's mom and Sean's S and how much I hope they get to enjoy their second chances ASAP.
