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Today, a cashier glanced at my purchases consisting of a bottle of Listerine, dental floss, a bag of sour cream and onion potato chips, a Super Soaker watergun, some condoms, a bottle of Voyant Chai Liquor, and a bottle of Goldschläger, raised his eyebrows at me, and said, "Good times."
Good times indeed, my friend. Good times indeed.
The best email I received this week was a one line reply to a query I'd sent out about a medical case report I am editing. It read, quite simply, The exact object of the cause of the blunt trauma was indicated as a 14 ft sailboat.
'Cos, man, the mental pictures that it engenders have kept me entertained for the better part of the week. Anyway. The new year seems to have gotten off to a rather peculiar start, but I hope everyone's is going well. Next week I have to go to a work-related retreat, that I think mostly involves planning all business for 2008, and also taking a guided tour through a museum at one point. No one told me when I took this job that I would have to worry about making conversation about paintings to cardiologists while walking. Grave oversight, somewhere.
No one told me either when I took this job that I would have to save Japanese-American cardiology business relations by playing Guitar Hero 3, but that's a work story for another time. Suffice to say, I was proud to step up for my country and remain committed to the cause.
Good times indeed, my friend. Good times indeed.
The best email I received this week was a one line reply to a query I'd sent out about a medical case report I am editing. It read, quite simply, The exact object of the cause of the blunt trauma was indicated as a 14 ft sailboat.
'Cos, man, the mental pictures that it engenders have kept me entertained for the better part of the week. Anyway. The new year seems to have gotten off to a rather peculiar start, but I hope everyone's is going well. Next week I have to go to a work-related retreat, that I think mostly involves planning all business for 2008, and also taking a guided tour through a museum at one point. No one told me when I took this job that I would have to worry about making conversation about paintings to cardiologists while walking. Grave oversight, somewhere.
No one told me either when I took this job that I would have to save Japanese-American cardiology business relations by playing Guitar Hero 3, but that's a work story for another time. Suffice to say, I was proud to step up for my country and remain committed to the cause.
