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| Random thoughts of 6/28/2003 continued... Are two thoughts enough to justify a random thoughts blog entry? How much of my cat's medicine would I have to take to zonk out like my cat? Wow. That was not as easy as it looks when Sowell does it. Of course, all his thoughts are about the evils of affirmative action and environmental regulations that raise housing costs in San Francisco. 7/1/2003 - The Sarah Misery Index is currenly 6.0. My hacking cough continues to the great annoyance of everyone I encounter. I had a very lovely night of suppressed hacking last night (I took some Nyquil so I didn't even have the satisfaction of hacking up lots of throat gunk.) Speaking of which, I am now self-feeding! Instead of having to eat...like...food like the rest of you earth parasites, I get pretty full from all the throat gunk I swallow! Or course, I still have to drink water to feed my snot production but I am working on that. Ooh, I wonder how my intestinal yeasties take to throat gunk. Hopefully, not well. A few minutes ago I tried to drink a beer for the second evening in a row. Last night I drank about 3 sips and tonight I doubled that to 6 sips before I abandoned the effort due to fear of yeastie wrath. But, then I ate half a container of Cool Whip and that couldn't be good. Later on 7/1/2003 - The blog war on someone starts now! I have to check the blogs I have spawned to see if anything catches me eye. My sister routinely says ridiculous stuff, so her blog will be fertile ground.... Be back... Oh, I am going to take the high road and not be critical. Afterall, she has only made two entries to her blog and has obviously not found her voice/niche as I have. Some have commented that my blog seems gratuituouslyl gross, but I assure that the grossness is not gratuitous. Some might wish reasonably wish that Sarah did not give birth to the blog during a spate of weird medical problems. However, I must assure the reading public that they are only getting a small taste of the suffering and weirdness that is my current plight... Need I remind you that the crystalized globs have not been mentioned (well, until now...) Due to the fact that I have not felt like doing anything at work in the last 4 hours, I have had a lot of time to read on the Internet today. Hence, today I had some thoughts about something other than myself, though really I am usually able to quickly figure out a way to relate my own experience to any topic. I read about Peter Singer's (ethicist at Princeton) feud with the disability right's group Not Dead Yet. In short, he thinks that it is okay for parents to decide to kill severly disabled children at birth. A severly disabled woman who spoke at Princeton about selective infanticide (as it is apparently called) considers this a despicable call for genocide. Anyway, upon meeting Singer for the first time she briefly pondered whether to refuse to shake his hand. She decided that the rule is that "if you are not prepared to shoot on sight, you have to be prepared to shake hands." (New York Times, February 16, 2003) I thought that was funny. That set me to wondering if anyone has ever refused to shake my hand... I can't really recall such a time. However, I do remember receiving the "cut direct" several times at law school which is probably about the same thing. After all, a person already of Sarah's acquaintance does not get an opportunity to refuse to shake her hand. For those not up on fine ettiquette distinctions, the cut direct is the highest form of social ostracization (perhaps short of a slap or a handshake refusal) which friends of impotent people apparently inflict on people who tell everyone at school that their friend is impotent. *A pointed version of the cut where the cutter apparently sees the object of scorn but ignores her. Less kind that the "cut indirect" in which the cutter pretends not to notice the scornful object at all. 7/4/2003 at midnight - Good news on the yeasties front! I drank a couple of glasses of scotch last night and suffered no ill effects. For some of you who want to know a bit more about yeast infections, here are some before, treatment, and after pictures!!! 7/5/2003 - Ah, why is good news always so quickly followed by bad news... I guess that is the way of the world (at least for those whose lives are not one unending flood of bad news like the Kennedys or milk fed veal calfs.)... Sarah has suffered some romantic upset in her life. Luckily for her reading public, Sarah has found that silent sniffling in the corner with her cats is the best way to deal with rejection and loss... In any event, she could not constructively add to the vast reams that have been written on the topic. If she could, she would write a book and then you would have to buy it. Speaking of books that no one wants to buy, I think that I will soon thrill my blog reading public by linking to one of my silly stories... I am even going to illustrate it! Stay tuned. On the Sarah safety front, we just had a tornado warning at work! We had to hide in the downstairs bathroom for 30 minutes or so. All is well, now, though. |