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Cam Neely joins Ray Bourque Jun. 16th, 2011 @ 10:25 am
None of thses are my images, don't sue me, yadda yadda yadda.

It's not PicSpam because there is a very specific thread through all of these. You get three guesses, and the first two don't count.

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I've got "Warrior's Code" on repeat right now, and for the forseeable future.
Current Mood: ecstaticecstatic
Current Music: Dropkick Murphys - Warrior's Code

As is custom, we bring him the head of Norv Turner Oct. 18th, 2010 @ 10:04 am
Happy Birthday to sigma7. He turns Kimble Anders today.

Me, I want the dismembered hands of Andre Johnson, so that he can do no more evil with them.
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful

It's never lupus Nov. 8th, 2009 @ 08:47 pm
So yesterday I was at a chess tournament in Galva, KS. As I am wont to do, I took my iPod and had a nice, brisk walk around the school grounds during the 2nd round. On the 2nd lap, I was walking through the playground, where a couple of my students were playing basketball with some other kids. One of my students was a high school sophomore who was twice as tall as the next tallest player, so I knew I couldn't let that go. I jumped in for the other team. About five minutes later, i went up for a short putback under the rim. I got the bucket, but my foot found the edge of the concrete, and the decided lack of terra firma past the edge of said concrete.

My ankle didn't pop, but it must have rolled over something fierce because it felt like I got shot in the foot (not that I know what that's like, my some of my ancestors do). I went down, and a minute or so later waved off the kids, got up on my good foot and hobbled back into the school. I spent the rest of the day icing it and elevating it, and while it was sore when I put weight on it, it wasn't THAT sore, so I did a fair amount of hobbling. After getting back from the tournament, I even went to the Shocker game, then Best Buy to get a new router, then Dillon's before I got home.

We take the shoe off (I'd left it on all day, rightly thinking that if I took it off my foot would swell and it'd never get back on) and Roni freaks. It was quite purple, but I said that I could put weight on it, it didn't hurt very much, it was sprained and we'll just deal with it. Heated debate ensued, and I flatly stated that I didn't want to go to an ER on Saturday night with a sprained ankle, and she acquiesced.

Then, in the morning light, before I could object, she took pictures and posted them to her Facebook. Like clockwork, her friend the nurse told her to take me in and that was that.

So this morning, as I was being pushed around the ER department of St. Joe, I wondered who would be on my particular 'Death Panel.' I settled on an A-team of President Obama, Richard Dawkins, Penn Gillette, and Bill Romanowski, although I considered PZ Myers, John Elway, Dana Altman, and the Amazing Randi as backups.

Long story short, it was - as I had assessed with no other external input - a sprain. They wrapped the foot, and gave me an air cast and prescriptions for 800 mg Motrin and Lortab and sent me home. So I have Vera's cane and the bottle of Lortab in my pocket, and I think I'm going to go full Gregory House tomorrow at work. This, of course, means that in addition to my hobbling around and popping pain pills, I'm going to start solving a problem at the top of the hour, give the wrong answer at the bottom of the hour, then change it to the right answer at 5-till.

EDIT: I forgot, I was going to put Deepak Chopra on my Death Panel, too. Besides being a respected (?) member of the medical community, he's the only man in the world who can answer 'yes' and 'no' to the same question at the same time and people still think he makes sense.
Current Location: The Tardis
Current Mood: soresore

Read This. Nov. 4th, 2009 @ 09:02 pm
This is so much more than Kyle Whelliston explaining why he came back to do another season of The Mid-Majority. It may be the best opinion piece I've ever read. I say "may" because sigma7 wrote a few good ones himself back in the day. This one reminds me of those.
Current Location: The Tardis
Current Mood: touchedtouched
Current Music: Tightrope - Stevie Ray Vaughan

Family Update - or - Floor Was The Only Thing I Laid Last Weekend Nov. 3rd, 2009 @ 10:16 am
Dad's cancer has not metasticized, and is confined to a 3 cm spot on his lung. It's also one of the less aggressive kinds, so they're talking surgery, probably to remove the node the cancer is on but probably no follow-on chemo or radiation. He'd be laid up for 4 weeks or so before he could get back in a skid loader, but that's pretty darn good prognosis, all told.

I went up Friday and spent all of Saturday and half of Sunday laying flooring. The good news there is that we're done - we did all the upstairs rooms that won't get carpet and Dad's bedroom downstairs. The bad news is that now they have all of the crappy trim stuff to do before they can actually move in; baseboards, door jambs, those sorts of things. Still, I'm hoping they'll be ready to start moving in by the week of Thanksgiving.

Thanks for the prayers and the well-wishes so far.
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Tightrope - Stevie Ray Vaughn
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» A late, but not too late, Happy Birthday to sigma7
Here's to hoping Norv and the boys take down the Broncos for you tomorrow.
» Furlough-Week 1 -or- why "May your life be interesting" is a curse
So I'm on furlough from Cessna for three weeks. I really shouldn't complain, because there are many, many people who got it worse from Cessna, but it's still weird not only not going to work, but being legally unable to go to work or even call to see what's going on.
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» Why I Already Like Todd Haley
From the U. Wisconsin-River Falls Chiefs Training Camp blog:
While the team was working on late game defensive situations, Head Coach Todd Haley tricked the defense. After an incomplete pass, Haley turned to the defense with his hands in the form of a “T,” signaling for them to call a timeout. The entire defense immediately erupted in calls for a timeout. Haley then yelled at them for trying to call a timeout after an incompletion.

They declined the obvious joke, which is, "Well, that's what Coach Edwards would have done!"
» A Timely Warning
An excerpt from P.J. O'Rourke's 1993 book Give War a Chance, discussing a recently released biography of the Kennedys:

"We have no one to blame for the Kennedys but ourselves. We took the Kennedys to heart of our own accord. And it is my opinion that we did it not because we respected them or thought what they proposed was good, but because they were pretty. We, the electorate, were smitten with this handsome, vivacious family.

It's always tempting to impute
Unlikely virtues to the cute.

We got a mad crush on the lot of them. They were so stylish, so charming, and--at least in their public moments--so gracefully behaved. We wanted to hug their golden tousled heads to our dumpy breasts.

This may be the stupidest thing that has ever happened in a democracy. And certainly it shows an emptiness at the center of our idea of government, if not at the center of our lives. A desire to adore a head of state is a grim transgression against republicanism. it is worse than having a head of state who demands to be adored. It is worse even than the forced adoration of the state itself. And this puts the Collier-Horowitz book in another light. It's ourselves we should be flailing. Trust hubris to bring such trash as the Kennedys to their knees. They are but few and a passing evil. We are another matter. There are 230 some million of us, and we'd better start talking sense to ourselves soon. The President of the United States is our employee. The services he and his legislative cohorts contract for us are not gifts or benefices. We have to pay for every one of them, sometimes with our money, sometimes with our skins.

If we can remember this we'll get a good, dull Cincinnatus like Eisenhower or Coolidge. Our governance will be managed with quiet and economy. We'll have no need to go looking for Kennedys to love. And no need to boil over with hatred for them later."

Yes, I know Teddy collapsed today, but that's completely beside the point.
» Sometimes the good guys win
74-61 and I was there for it, in all of its glory. It wasn't as dramatic as in 2006 but it felt just as sweet, especially watching P'Allen Stinnett melt down in the second half.
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