Clareified

“I found your IQ tests the other day, they say you’re a genius…I still don’t see it.”

There are no answers at the bottom of the sake bottle.

‘Monster Mash’ Singer/songwriter dead at 69.

Cat kills vet.

Dr. James R. Richards, a prominent veterinarian who was a recognized authority on cat care, died on Tuesday in Johnson City, N.Y. He was 58 and lived in Dryden, N.Y.
Dr. Richards died of injuries he sustained in a motorcycle accident on Sunday. According to Sgt. Kelly Daley of the New York State Police, he was thrown from his motorcycle after he tried without success to avoid hitting a cat that had run into the road.

Gawker says it best: Very sad. Say this for the guy: He died as he lived. Caring way too much about cats.

via Chugarte

How about electronic equipment in the doctor’s office!

I mean…WHAT is THIS??

Or this!

And yes, why am I waiting around for him long enough to blog AND do a photo essay?

WHY?

We hate illness.

*************************UPDATE**************************
To my genius friends, yes, I know that is a cabinet and a blood pressure machine taking thingie…my question is why are they the same ones that were in doctor’s offices when I was four.

Doctor’s office receptionist: wow! You filled out those forms fast.
Me: It was easy. I know all the answers!

I love presents! I love surprises! And I love people who send me surprise presents! So, bestest person ever*? Pearatty!

I now have reading material for the flight!

*For this week 4/22-4/29. And let me encourage all of you to try your hardest to win the title next week.

Arrest warrant issued for Gere after public kissing.

A continuing series.

So, I see a partner that I have been avoiding, waiting at the elevator bank. I wave to him, for the life of me, I do not want to get stuck in an elevator with him. Unfortunately, both the up and down call buttons were pressed by the time he walked over to the bank, so I don’t know which way he’s going (so that I could then, of course, go the other way). Anyway, the down elevator comes and he stays put, so I wave goodbye and dash off to get on the down elevator, even though I needed to go up. So, I take this elevator down, in high heels (because I was coming from a meeting) at the lunchtime rush, hit practically every floor on the way down and then suffer the painful ride back up to my office.
But whatever, awkward two minute conversation averted, so it was TOTALLY worth it.
I was in such high spirits that after a few im sessions, I decided to go out for lunch.
I press the down arrow and the elevator doors open, I bound inside and GUESS, just GUESS, who is inside.
Groan.