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Mike Lewis
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11:59 PM
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Ron Paul makes a hell of a lot of sense, no one else does.
best line - Terrorism is an existential threat
Posted by
Mike Lewis
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9:10 PM
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Hello people. I'm reposting here what I posted earlier today on my other non-blogger blog, with some slight edits for names, etc. This is the most... um... thrilling? adventuresome? horrific? thing that happened to me during holiday break. Chances are you'll enjoy the break from J's rants (no matter how much you tend to agree with him), if nothing else.
Well, I just finished experiencing the worst morning in the history of... Lady Enide's visits to the doctor, anyway. If it hadn't been for the strange absence of anxious-mortified self-consciousness that usually accompanies such episodes, it would have easily been the worst morning of my life. God is good; I could not have felt more at ease in my misery.
Eye doctor: simple checkup, right? Least invasive and disturbing of all routine medical procedures, right? Even after waking up with a somewhat woozy stomach, the intrepid Lady Enide was unshaken in her faith that nothing truly awful could possibly happen. She ate a solid breakfast (even avoiding coffee) so as to deter further queasiness, drove herself to the office, filled out the insurance info without much ado, read the bottom line of the chart easily with both eyes (though the number 2 at the end confused her brain somewhat, as she wasn't expecting numerals and was trying to make it out as a letter...), and obediently chose to have her eyes dialated with the eye drops instead of being charged $35 for the use of the laser-photograph-gizmo-machine. The drops went in, they weren't bad, and as she waited for the nurse to return for more tests, she thought how proud her mother would be of her.
Near the end of the nurse's tests, she began to feel cold--and somewhat more woozy. "These are simple, non-scary tests. Why am I freaking out? I have no reason to be!" She returned to the examination room and sat in the chair to wait for the doctor, and began feeling colder... after a minute, she lay down on the floor to catch her breath, and when the doctor walked in, she felt well enough to sit up and start finishing the examination. The doctor was a little wigged out but said plenty of people had fainted before, so L.E. should let her know if she started feeling poorly again. The test was almost through when this proved to be the case...
At first I thought I'd just sat up too quickly the first time. But laying down again didn't really help--I was *very* cold now, and quite light-headed, and my abdomen was hurting more. They gave me a sugar tablet but it didn't help. Finally I asked the nurse assigned to look after me to show me to the bathroom, and I literally did not get there a moment too soon.
Now, if you don't like reading anything disgusting, even in a roundabout way, you should skip this paragraph. I'll spare you the more gruesome details; but, readers, I felt like a wet rag being wrung at the middle so that all the extra fluid would run off at the ends. I think I *have* felt more sick in my life, but not so completely helpless in trying to control my body. What made me worry somewhat at first was that the fluid in the sink was a very dark pink--or possibly diluted red. Oh, great, methinks. I've got internal bleeding from some unknown cause and am going to end up a case the like of which you'd view on House. This thought wasn't nearly as disturbing as it might've been, though, seeing as I was fairly well preoccupied with just trying to get the stuff out of me. As it turned out--or as I realized shortly thereafter--that pink stuff couldn't be anything but the excess dialating fluid which had run into my nose and down my throat. The well-meaning doc has given me a fairly good dose in the right eye to make sure it worked, cause I'd kept blinking. I, thinking it was like any other nose spray or the like, had swallowed the better part of it--it didn't even taste bad.
I suppose I can't blame my stomach for not wanting its muscles paralyzed, too.
I must've been in the bathroom for half an hour; they called my mom for me, then my dad when they couldn't reach her, so he came up with my brother to take me home--even though I was feeling well enough to drive myself when it was all through, I certainly wasn't at the time they contacted him. By that point the doc had given up on me and gone out for lunch... so now I have to go back this afternoon sometime, if they can fit me in, and finish the checkup. Or at least show them my insurance card and give them the co-pay, which they never asked for. If I was really cheap, maybe I could make a practice out of inducing these episodes and just keep switching doctors...
My cat has to go the vet later today, too. I think we're going to spend the rest of the day recovering together. You know what? They need a Calvin & Hobbes where both of them are under the weather and suffering together... I thought Watterson had a strip for every life experience, but I guess he missed that one.
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Lady Enide
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5:07 PM
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Flash game. Very awesome.
That's my high-score. It might be possible to beat it, but it also might not be. Try it.
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MA17
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9:21 PM
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The Late Night hosts returned to their shows last night after two months on hiatus as a result of the writer's strike. Since they have been off the air for two months and some returned without writers we could allow them some time to get back into a groove and find their place in this new environment. We could afford them a degree of understanding and compassion, place ourselves in their proverbial shoes, and wait to pass judgement until at least a few episodes have aired.
Or we could bash some of them.
Mike Huckabee was on Leno last night. Now, admitedly, quality assessments of Huckabee only happen when you really want it. But even if Leno did not want it how could he not rip into Huckabee? Leno had no writers, an hour to kill, and Mike Huckabee sitting next to him on a couch with a camera rolling.
So they exchange jokes and Leno lets Huckabee play guitar with the band.
Really, Jay?
You could not have made a joke about the Romney ad Huckabee would not air but showed to reporters? You couldn't ask him about his comments regarding Jamie Lynn Spears? Jamie Lynn Spears, the little sister of Britney Spears, is 16, preggers, and Huckabee commented on it. The material writes itself. Hell, no writing is even required. You simply say those words and see what Huckabee does.
And then we have Conan O'Brien. Give him an hour of tv time on the day before the Iowa Caucus and he'll spin his wedding ring.
I know that political humor is not for everyone, that some lack the hate required to truly excel at it. But when we live during a time when a comedy show can literally be comprised of naught but sequences of "Today, the president said this:" and video clips there's no excuse for using your television show to spin a wedding ring or let an ignorant, hateful dolt play his guitar.
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_J_
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11:01 AM
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Wendy Wright is the president of the Concerned Women for America. She does not like the idea of kids being given accurate information about their sexual health. She believes that comprehensive sex education is bad because it leads to teens (and everyone else) having sex.
During the Dec. 31 broadcast of Fox News’ Special Report, Concerned Women for America President Wendy Wright claimed that proponents of comprehensive sex education are trying to “encourage” sex because “they benefit when kids end up having sexually transmitted diseases, unintended pregnancies and then they lead them into having abortions.” She then added, “You have to look at the financial motives behind those who are promoting comprehensive sex ed.”
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Mike Lewis
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6:17 PM
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Labels: abortion, conservatives, sex