Thursday, December 24, 2009
Merry Christmas!
Busy with the family this weekend, see you on the otherside of Sunday and a Merry Christmas to all!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Festivus!
Monday, December 21, 2009
Have Yourself A Christmas Probe
Friday, we get a card in the mail. From the envelope, it looked like a Christmas Card. Inside, there was a card, depicting the Enterprise (or perhaps the Constellation) flying into what looks at first blush to be the planet destroying doomsday machine from the second season of Star Trek TOS.Labels: Christmas, health care, weird stuff
It turns out the card is an advertisment for a Moon Township proctology practice urging people to get a colonoscopy. The image face of the card actually depicts a Federation starship flying into an enormous interstellar asshole. Here we see the crew has set phasers to cauterize!
Labels: Christmas, health care, weird stuff
The best part of the ad shows the doctors dressed in TOS costumes and making sophmoric ass jokes. I love me some medical professionals with a sense of humor! Being sophmoric myself, I giggled at the card. Click the pic for a larger view. One of the redshirts asks "Is that Uranus?" while another muses, "Shall we look for Klingons?" It almost makes me want to get the procedure done, just to have a laugh with some docs who know how to have a chuckle at their own expense, but I think I'll wait until my PCP suggests a probe.The best part of the story is that my wife thought this was an actual Christmas card, and stuck it up with the others from friends and family. Just what everyone wants to see at Christmas, a spaceship flying up a giant rectum!
Labels: Christmas, health care, weird stuff
Friday, December 04, 2009
Carrot Talk
We're supposed to get snow tomorrow, so I went to the garden to pull the last of the root crops (yeah, I know I can hold them in the ground with a good mulch cover) and harvested two pounds of carrots.
Since I'm using raised beds and have only about six inches of soil to work with, I grew globe and half-length varities.
Now, where's my canner?
