I betcha thought I forgot. But don’t you people know me a little better than that?
Yes, this SotM makes it apparent that there IS indeed a website for everything and everyone. I cringe more for the kitties than I do for anything this may or may not represent.
And for this, I present Cats Who Look Like Hitler.
…and in defense of cats (which I love!), I’ve only met one inherently bad cat. Yes, Dith, I’m talking to you! However, Simone she was more the Eva Braun of cats.
Categories: Site of the Month
It’s like 10:00a and it’s hot. Africa hot!! …and nary a breeze. I think it will be hotter than yesterday…which they say was only 86. Lies! ALL lies, I tellz ya!!!!! Upper 90s the rest of the week, is the prediction. I can’t (or shouldn’t) really complain, b/c I have become a huge freeze baby. It can snow all it likes, but I loathe the bitter cold.
Denton would always bug me (in a loving way, of course) by saying, “Man, that sun sure is hot!”. It got to the point I had to ask Jeeves hot it actually was.
Turns out it is 5800 Kelvin. With my limited astrophysics and astronomy background, I had to find a way to convert that (which would be 9980 degrees F on the surface – THANK YOU!). I know core is hotter, supposedly 14 million degrees (it doesn’t say F or C and when it’s that warm, does it matter which one it might be?) …..but really, who is going to the core? Fuck – who is going to the surface?
Well, there is part of my schtick (yes, it’s true – I have schtick!) that I still hold over from the Gong Show. It’s the Unknown Comics bit about the first man to land on the sun. ..where he jumps around going, ‘OOH! AAH! OUCH!’ ahhhh….it never gets old.
So now Denton says to bug me (in a loving way, of course), “Boy – that sun sure is bright!” I just haven’t bothered to figure out how many lumins that might be! And even if I did – how does that convert to anything???
Categories: Weather
A little while ago, I was taken to task (ok, maybe too strong a word) for not posting any pictures of myself here on this blog. And though this blog is by me and occasionally about me – it’s not *about* me! I’m very self-conscious about how I look (or actually, how I don’t look!).
Since it was Garkawe who was actually the one chiding me – I figured it was only appropriate to post his picture(s) on here too. I’m expecting nasty nasty nasty comments regarding this. TS. Take a look while you can….it is quite possible this post will disappear!
For the record, we both look much better than my Treo camera captured. Honest. And the temp was in the 100s – so we were melty and squinty. And at one point in our lives we both had (more) hair and less body. Honest!
These pics were taken in NYC (on E. 53rd) – which was less than 2wks back, but seems a lifetime ago.
I figured I’d do a monthly ‘what i’m listening to’ kind of thing. This could be viewed as a lame placeholder kind of post. And probably it is. But it’s my blog! So there!
(wait….did I just use the term ‘record’? Oh well….)
Apparently Jenny Lewis is a member of a band called Rilo Kelly – of which I have never heard. There are some immediate likeable songs on this really short-timed disk (“Rise Up With Fists!!!” and “You Are What You Love”).
The songwriting and singing style are what can best be described as unconventional. The title track alone is very odd, yet very hypnotic. I kind of want to fast forward over it, but never do. There are a few songs that touch on what could be construed as a lack of faith in g-d….and I’m always gonna relate to those (w/lyrics like “Well you praise Him, and you thank Him….but not me, I’m still angry” and “I’m not bettin’ on the afterlife“)
An easy listen? No. Desert Island Disk material? No. But still enjoyable if you can give it a spin and sit through it a few times to get into its groove.
Categories: Record of the Month
I’m sorry, but this was funny. All things considered….
Categories: Gay
…or so says Sesame Street.
The hard time was narrowing it down to which one….and when you picked that one, the only thing I thought would have been different about them he was straight!
It really doesn’t mean the other four aren’t.
Categories: Gay
Yes, I feel a Grandpa Simpson coming on.
Last week while on ‘vacation’, I had the last 36hrs ruined by a conference I was going to mid-week directly from vacation. Vacation was in NYC, conference was in Chicago – so this is no easy transition from fun to work. I know this will get muddled, so stay w/me here.
The program was a Neuroscience conference put on by Active Communications International. Something when I signed up with them seemed fishy from the start. I should trust my instincts – they are rarely wrong.
For fun, we were taking the Staten Island Ferry, since Denton has never done it and something I hadn’t done in 22yrs. It’s not fun fun, but it was something to do to beat the 100 degree heat. I was checking my emails from my phone…and get one from ACI saying I cannot attend the conference because a number of people from my health system opted out of coming. It turns out – many never even officially signed up. Their email was vague that I had to pay the balance in order for me to attend.
Well, I wasn’t sure what the balance was – or who they were talking about or how many weren’t coming. It should be stated that we all work independently of each other – w/none reporting to me or in my cost center….some not in my hospital or even in my state! Most I didn’t even know their names.
So, I get another email back saying the price was $4189.50!! That is in addition to my registration fee. I so wanted to throw my Treo into NY Harbor. But I calmly (?) wrote back basically what is in the above paragraph. That these people cancelled was not my issue. That ACI coordinated the event – not myself.
I got a very backhanded apologetic email back the next morning (as I was to leave for Chicago) saying all was right w/the world. Fine – but you know me (or perhaps not), I can hold a grudge. Forever! In my mind, this conference was already ruined.
But then I get an email from Accounts Payable. Someone from ACI is calling demanding $4189.50. I tell AP not to pay as it’s been taken care of and assumed there was just a timing issue. Oh silly silly me. But I cover my ass making sure there are no ‘incidents’ to be forthcoming when I check-in. I”m assured there will not be. …and there weren’t.
During one session – a man (Dan Brady…or was it Don?) approaches me and says, ‘oh, you’re Robert! I’m from ACI and my CEO wanted me to say ‘welcome aboard’!’ Did I just join the company and now know it?? I had no other response but…”ooooookay”. He went on to say, ’seriously, the CEO told me my one job this trip was to find you out and say he was very glad you are participating in this event.’ Once again, ‘um….ooooookay’.
The conference wasn’t horribly exciting, but they went out of their way to ask me to present, in Los Angeles, in January! I said, ‘call me’.
I’m guessing at this point they will not do that. Why – you ask?
Doing my expense reports and pulling off my registration charge from American Express, ACI was kind enough to put on an additional charge – without authorization – for $4189.50. And they did it after all the conversations that had taken place where everything was resolved.
You can imagine my response to them yesterday – and why I will assume I won’t be asked to present at any of their conferences. I will also make it my duty to let every administrator know at each one of our health system hospitals about their practices.
Categories: Work
It sure beats the other one:
ADVENTURE
See John Wayne Gacy’s crawlspace
this picture was provided by Kris L-S-R-H. I did not search it out on my own.
…as if Anderson Cooper couldn’t be any more (questionably) gay – Time/Warner decided to erase any doubt. In their ‘gift shoppe’ they sell these shirts. I never checked, but I’m guessing these are the men’s version. And they come in pink.
The sparkles are not extra.
So, our last night in NYC we went to see Madonna and her Confessions on a Dance Floor Tour.
Yes, Morty and Dith are right now going, “noooooo!!! my eyes! MY EYES!” ….which is exactly why they were never ever considered in the first place to see her w/us. They can thank me later.
We had the chance to go – and we took it. I’ve never seen her live* before so really didn’t know how it would all go down. I had heard that she had been starting almost an hour late and insisted that the AC in the arenas be turned off as to not hurt her voice. Considering that NYC had been experiencing 100 degree days and we had the absolute top row, it presented no problem whatsoever.
NOT! It twas a tad warm.
That being said – what a frickin’ spectacle!! That is not to say it wasn’t entertaining – it was. There was a lot to take in. You could easily be watching something else on stage and miss where she went and how she got there. Having never seen Cher (nor ever wanting to), this is what I consider the gayest thing I’ve ever done (shut up!). I assume it was something like Cher mixed w/Cirque du Soleil. The entire production was about two steps away from being a semi-permanent Vegas show (exhibited mostly in that horrible song ‘La Isla Bonita’ from two decades ago!). Maybe the songs would have meant more had I really ever listened to her last disk – which comprised of most of the concert. I will say – the songs ‘Jump’ and ‘Get Together’ seemed to stand out for me.
Her little mirrored crucifix was smirky – but hasn’t she run that catholic thing into the ground eons ago? Does she even identify as catholic anymore? And let me tell you right now, Jesus didn’t have an elevator to get off his cross – and he didn’t do it in Prada footwear (I’m guessing!). But it was the first time I’ve heard anyone clap along with a cantor! Sorry – but she can’t (shouldn’t be allowed to) co-op every religion.
David and Duck went with us – and poor poor Duck. He was a trooper and said he enjoyed the concert, but personally, I think he was morty-fied. The entire things was scripted out to the last comma – save maybe one comment on playing New York and it lasted 2hrs to the minute (yes, Duck and I both checked our watches).
I wondered aloud to Denton at the concert – ‘what do they do w/all this shit when the tour is over? Part of the video montages are oh-so political, but Madge is hardly one to rally against Shrub (though everyone should). If we all think that the GOP et al are elitist snobs, you might want to check out ‘Madonna By the Numbers’ below. Finding this on-line wasn’t all the hard – and trust me, it is only a fraction of what they break down. Excessive doesn’t’ even begin to cover it (i.e. mink & diamond eyelashes?). And is there anyone who believes the part about her not wearing ‘foundation’? Yeah – I didn’t think so.
All that being said – I admit I had a good time. I’ll never see something like this again.
I will also say – getting out of Madison Square Garden from the the upper deck is horrid. Egress in MSG sucks. Unlike many arenas, MSG doesn’t run their escolaters downward – not that it would have mattered. We ended up taking the stairs. Oy. A sea of people and all going nowhere. David said something about ‘what if there was a fire….’ which was just a nice way of saying what we were all thinking (I confirmed later): ‘this is what I’m guessing the North Tower’ probably looked like’.
*Live is a term meant to convey living/breathing, not necessarily actual singing – as at least some background vocals were pre-recorded.
