Check out these totally cool dolls!
Surely you recognize them from “The Twilight Zone”?
First shown on November 11, 1960?
“Eye of the Beholder”?
You meant you don’t know the dialouge…by heart?
You don’t have the entire series on DVD?
Geeze, I really am a dork.
Not because of everything above…
…..because I want those dolls!
I’m sitting here in a different Starbucks, continuing my boycott of Borders. There is a new one exactly 1.5 miles from my house.
EVERY seat is plush.
Electrical outlets every three feet.
I gasped in ecstacy and ordered my drink.
Uh, excuse me, your T-Mobile isn’t working.
Oh, that won’t be in for a month because we are new.
So I took my Venti Iced Non-Fat One Equal Latte and my highly expensive but ethically correct Ethos water (“Helping Children get Clean Water”) and boldly drove where no latte purchaser has gone before.
To another Starbucks.
Where I managed to glare at the previous occupant of this plush chair long enough to make her think I was mentally unbalanced and she left.
Oh, and Borders? I have a message for you:
Okay, that’s a bit over the top for a boycott of an evil corporate conglomerate in the form of a book store, and it did come from Ricardo Montalban in “The Wrath of Khan”.
What ever did we do before imdb.com?
And did I ever mention just how devastated I was when I found out that wasn’t Ricardo Montalban’s real chest in that movie? I thought he was a stud. Turns out he was a dud.
Gee, everyone felt so sorry for my little Ativan pill in this post, I felt bad for writing it.
Perhaps I should have chosen a proton-pump inhibitor or the statin-of-the-month.
Ativan has been my friend. Works wonders when you have vestibular neuritis.
That was not medical advice, by the way.
I’m just sayin’….
Speaking of pseudomonas, this post over at Fat Doctor got me thinking of the time I actually put my nose half an inch from a wound and sniffed. I could smell something even before that and so could the patient’s father.
Everyone else, including the ED doc said they didn’t smell a thing. No one had the cohones to put their nose to the test at the wound site.
In fact, they laughed at me.
Perhaps I have the rare ability to smell pseudomonas before the rest of mankind, and I shared that trait with the patient’s dad.
Unfortunately, I will never know if we were right. That’s the trouble with ER….so often you don’t get the end of the story.
I am the proud owner of a robot.
We have acquired an “iRobot Roomba”.
To the world-at-large, this is simply an automatic vacuum.
But to me this is a form of artificial intelligence.
It cries if it falls down the stairs! I’m not kidding!
I have named it “Asimov” and I hope they programmed it with the three robotic laws.
I talk to it.
My kids have been instructed to treat it with respect, for as a form of artificial intelligence created by man, we are obligated to respect it and care for it.
Okay, maybe I’m watching too much “Twilight Zone and maybe I do need an appointment with Shrinkette.
But I bet my carpet is cleaner than yours!
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