I think there were at least 2 episodes of Scrubs that quoted all or some of these rules.
Pretty poetry, 'mika. And if I didn’t say it before, I meant to: welcome back to the MMP.
VBob - how vulgar do we want to get?That beaver was soaking wet
Busy day here at the ol’ grind. Later, all.
Yikes! Though I would imagine the satisfaction of saving lives would outweigh the sadness when a life ends. What a wonderful way for you to spend your time, truly. Thank you.
Nice poetry, Mika! I once helped my uncle translate some Korean poetry into English - it was an exercise in frustration.
Oh, good Lord, I used that poem for my final paper in one of my graduate poetry classes. Got an A- on it too. I do like that poem.
Continued good wishes for your father.
So the massage today was awesome, if a bit painful. I guess spending 6 hours a day on one’s feet isn’t ideal, because I whimpered when she started on my calves, and my shoulders were just agony, but afterwards I felt a lot better. And the ambience was nice and tasteful and they gave me tea. I think I may become a regular.
They had this BIZARRE massage chair that masssages your crotch as well as your back. This THING keeps rising up from the seat and . . . it was interesting.
Very purty po’try Meeks.
More good wishes for IvoryDad
I went by Financian NonAid this morning, got bounced to the registrar’s office, got bounced between a couple of offices there. Turns out that someone didn’t enter in the fact that I graduate in December of this year, not August of this year. Therein lies the trouble. I also filled out the stupid Graduate Exit Survey to remove a hold I noticed while looking of the shoulder of someone in the Registrar’s office and I go back to NonAid tomorrow to make sure that the date change has percolated to their records. Maybe this time I get to go beyond the bitches at the front desk.
In other news, using Anime Eyes and a Syrupy Southern Drawl works very well at getting information and freaking people out. Bless their li’l hearts.
InDEED? And where might this chair be found? And how many male Mumpers have just retreated to their bunks?
I had lots to say and then I read about that chair and now I’m all gomflustered…
Me loves some poetry (some of it is just narcissistic wankery). I like Mary Oliver lots, and Gwendolyn Brooks TS Eliot, Poe, Frost, the Romance ones etc and the new poet laureate, Kay Ryan who was on NPR yesterday.
I baked my loaf o’ bread. Tis small and puny. Waiting for it to cool off for a bit before I scarf. I need to go run some errands amidst the thunder.
Remembered–hope your dad does well, Ivory.
Nice poetry there mika.
Sorry things were so sucky yesterday BBBobbio.
Continued prayers and good thoughts for dad Soapy.
Just a quick driveby. I’m at da cave to make me some lunch.
Later Y’all!
Blurf. Why is it Monday already?
Beautiful poems, meeks.
This one is my favourite:
My absolute favouritest of all time, though, is the Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock. Damned if I know why… it just is.
Soapy, good wishes for your dad. Hope he’s back up and at 'em real soon.
VBob, sorry you had such a sucky start to your Monday. 
LiLi, be glad it was just laundry. For the first few years that I had her, Ariel would use my bed to express her displeasure - she’d been abused and neglected in a past life, and had some seriously abandonment issues that left her convinced that if I wasn’t home at 5:30 on the dot, I was Never Ever Coming Home Again.
Thankfully, she’s finally outgrown that phase, though I came darn close to leaving her at the doorstep of the Humane Society on several occasions. She’s lucky she’s so cute.
In all my life I’ve never had a cat piss inappropriately unless they were sick - not acting out. Just lucky I guess.
Well, here it is 11am, and I’m already deeply in time debt with little hope of catching up up by the end of the day…
Beat me to it, Spaz! [Maxwell Smart] Missed it by THIS much! [/MS] 
Yeah, you crazy, Bobbio, but it’s the kind of crazy the world needs more of. I have a friend who was a volunteer firefighter in a tiny leetle town in Southern Oregon and he still talks about it–I think it was one of the happiest times in his life. Sorry you lost one, {{{Bobbio}}}
Clear lung thoughts for SoapyDad!
Haze, that chair sounds… interesting. Was it really supposed to do what it sounds like it was supposed to do or was it unintentional in some way? For some reason that cracks me up and I wanna see it advertised on Sharper Image, the “Happy Ending Massage Chair.” That’s comedy gold there…
Nice poetry there, Mika, I bet it sounds great in the original language… So my question is, in a society where arranged marriage is the norm, how does all this falling in love like a lightning strike stuff fit in? Or is it one of those things where the poetry is more wish fulfillment than a reflection of reality?
Update on the Teeny Toes Twins–apparently they are identicals, yay! That’s gonna be so freakin’ kyoot! One of them is digesting breastmilk, the other still not coping so well with it, but overall they’re doing very well. On the downside, the parents of said twins are having a rocky start–they really barely know each other and she comes from a family where dissent and rancor are the norm, which is tough for my nephew to adjust to since my sister’s family is all about calm discourse, conflict resolution and sweet reason. He’s not used to being yelled at, and a young, conflicted pregnant girl has lots of yelling capability! She thinks his family is faking being nicey-nice and is waiting for the masks to come off–sorry, kid, those aren’t masks. At any rate, I am concerned about them making it as a couple, they have SO many strikes against them. I worry about my nephew as well, he’s off in Pennsylvania with zero support system, trying to manage a whole new milieu, a brand new job, a pair of preemies and a cranky girlfriend with a family of shouters. Yikes! He’s a good kid but he does have a history of making poor decisions under stress–I have all my appendages crossed for him to grow up very quickly!
The garbage people are late this morning, wonder why? They usually come by at 0600-0630 like clockwork. Weird.
I need help!!! Lots of it, LOL.
My mother in laws birthday is coming up and she mentioned that she would like some of the “24 hours books.” I asked her what they were and she said that it was like a thought a day. So far I’ve only found this? Does this sound right? Has anyone read this? It seems to always come up with alochol addiction. She was addicted to gambling, so I’m wondering if this is the right book? Are there other books?
Hopefully you wise **mumpers ** will know!
those “thought a day” or “thought an hour” books were originally written for the AA crowd but have long since been adopted for use by all the 12 step programs, since they all approach the addictions in the same manner
eta - just substitute “alcohol” with “gambling”, “food”, or “drugs” as appropriate
I’m not sure what to say about the chair.
I am glad you are all taking my post about cats/dogs in the vein it was meant. Some of you guys are really admirable, taking in abandoned animals that are abused and angry, and loving them until they are better and in some cases evewhen they won’t be. I just shudder at the thought of changingpeed-on bed linens every day.
Actually, this warrants some explanation. I spent my life watching love stories in movies, and reading love poetry, and listening to love songs. And then, when I wanted to have a love mariage (standard in the States, mom and dad!)My parents freaked. And I did feel a little betrayal. I wanted to say, you watched those stories with me. Did you not think I was taking away a message? Did you not think I was learning? You cried at some of the love stories with me, and you recommended some of them to me. So…they were all just stories to you?
In India, where it is pretty standard to have your parents arrange the marriage, it is probably more wish fulfillment. I mean, you’re not expecting anything different. I was straddled between two cultures and so I got lost somewhere in the message.
I also sympathize with you regarding those parents - his brother and SIL are like that, and they fight all the time, and I worry about the baby.
Not thinking about the chair.
Lots of Eliot fans here. I love him, too, although I think my favourites are the Four Quartets and A Song for Simeon.
Mahna, Aerin does that, too. Not in a while. Right now she’s on bags. I don’t get it. Mika, I understand, and it’s one of the reasons we don’t intend to get any more pets after these ones pass on or get made into hats.
Morning(ish). Busy weekend here!
Friday I went to lunch with a couple coworkers and then we went shopping at a couple vintage stores. Gooooood food! And a fun afternoon.
Saturday 4 coworkers came over post-golf for lunch and cooling off in our (community’s) pool. KT made good carnitas for lunch, and I made cake for dessert, and they brought salad and chips and stuff. It’s a fun, say-anything kind of group so it got a bit crazy, and we had a great time.
Sunday, we went to the horse races in the afternoon. They’re promoting family-friendliness at the track, and yesterday was “Extreme Race Day” which includes an ostrich race and a camel race as well as the horse races. We didn’t stay for the camel race, but the ostrich race was hysterical. Here they are riding the ostriches. But it’s really hard to hold on. The guy in front starts sliding off. And hits the ground with legs flying and rolling to a stop while trying to avoid getting run over! #2 crosses the finish line as the guy in blue start to slide off. He tried to dismount gracefully but it didn’t go so well. The ostriches seem to have come out ahead in this race!
Gotta get back to work! I’ll catch up later!
Cabs, those are awesome pictures! I clicked on every one! I wish you had video!
That means 75% have a bad outcome. Also, that statistic is nation wide. It includes areas with young populations where CPR is for accidents, which have a better long term success rate.
As you know my husband is also a ff/EMT. On a recent call the lady kept telling him how much she loved you Fire Doctors. Now I call him my fi’ docta.
You do, of course know the difference between a surgeon and and God, right?
God doesn’t think he’s a surgeon.
Keeps walking and whistles on past…
Oh- have been meaning to ask- Lunch– how’s the wrist?
(Why Haze’s post made me thin of that I’ll never know… )
**Taxi **-- hee! Love those pics!
**Meeks **-- still hoping against hope you’re here next week…
**Bobbio **-- so sad when these calls end up badly Thank you again for what you do.
**Ivory **-- now why should Haze’s chair ever remind you of me? 
Also – which wrist? The one that rides roughshod over the mouse, or the one that strangles the chicken…? :eek:
(Doing a bit better, thanks. I’m typing without the brace right now, without any pain :))
While I was out at lunch, another poem came to me. This is in reference to great love stories like Samson and Delilah, or Romeo and Juliet, or Laila-Majnu (Persia’s great lovers; we still talk of them even more than Westerners do Romeo and Juliet. Just like here, a lover is often called a Majnu, like calling him a Romeo). Anyway you will note one similarity between all of these stories: the love was never able to be. They died, or some other crisis happened.
A poet once asked Love
“Why is it that you are so elusive nowadays?
Time was you were famous in the world.
So why do you remain in hiding nowadays?”
Love gave him this answer
“What have you asked me, O Innocent Poet?
Lovers have always embraced me.
But it is the cruel world that has always ruined it.”
“If you are going to ask the story of Love.
Then, in truth, you are asking the story of the ignorance of the world.”
*Kisse shayar ne puhaya ishq kolon
Kyon tu aaj kal luk luk ke rehen laga
Kade honde se mashoor jahan de andhar
Te kyon tu aaj kal; chup hup ke rehen lage
Aga ishq ne mor jawab detha
ki puchna shayar bholaya
Maine ashiqan gale de naal laya
Te zalim duniya ne sada roleya
Mere ishq di tu kahani ki puchda
Bedard zamane di nadaani ki puchda*
Lunch!! I’m shocked!!
glad you’re feeling better… 
