Is it just me
or are these eerily accurate? One of you is just typing slogans from behind a green curtain, cackling madly, right? REVEAL YOURSELF!
I felt it. The love, it was so strong. How can I possibly describe this love? It is a force of nature. It is great, like the dust bowl but wonderful instead of terrible. The pride this man feels for his son, to graduate from Harvard Medical School, a doctor. The pride, this father’s. The love, this father’s. For his son. It is completely overpowering. Never in my life have I felt...
I just ran across the name “Dr. Dang” and I cannot stop laughing. Cannot.stop. DANG. (still laughing)
A Case For Opiates
Me: Hi, I'd like to make an appointment with Dr. Pixelated for my daughter. She's going into preschool and I just need a quick form filled out.
Kaiser rep: So she's had the physical exam already?
Me: Yes, just yesterday. They told me today there is a form, so I just need this form filled out. It will take the doctor five minutes, tops.
Kaiser rep: Well she doesn't even need to see Dr. Pixelated at all, you can just take the form to the insurance department, and they will forward it to Dr. Pixelated, and then Dr. Pixelated will forward it to the school. (At this point she sounds as if she is describing an amazing adventure we are going to go on, together! A journey into a wonderland of terrific!)
Me: But the insurance department is in Woodland Hills, which is very out-of-the-way for me. Simply getting from the parking lot into the bowels of the hospital to reach the insurance department would take longer than it will take Dr. Pixelated to complete this form, and that's not even including waiting in LINE once I've actually reached the insurance department. Dr. Pixelated is just down the street. I speculate it will take, on average, 30 cumulative minutes to get this piece of paper signed, factoring in drive time and waiting room time. Your scenario sounds like it will take - longer than 30 minutes, by several weeks.
Kaiser rep: *pause pause* I'll tell you what, the insurance department is closed right now, but let me give you their number and you can call them on Monday morning at 9, and perhaps they have a closer insurance department. (They don't. She knows this, and I know this, but she doesn't know I know this. So I write down the number, and thank her for her time, and will call back and make an appointment for my daughter, pretending this form doesn't even exist, what form? and then I will whip it out once I am face-to-face with the elusive Dr. Pixelated, who I just saw yesterday, when I didn't know there was a form. And then I blog it, to get all the excess GAAAAHHH!!! out.)
Accidentally clicked the Share on Tumblr bookmarklet, while I was on Tumblr, thereby almost sharing Tumblr with Tumblr. This close to tearing a hole in the universe but I stopped just in time, YOU’RE WELCOME.
I touched the giant bowl of nerd dice really quick before anyone could stop me and now I can see the 4th dimension, you guys! It’s amazing!
I have not run away from home even though today the baby has: emptied 2 jars of sprinkles on the floor, on 2 separate occasions taken the same 10 pillows off the bed on 3 separate occasions reorganized the DVDs (ongoing) chewed the corner off a library book demanded a “real cookie”, but cried when presented with said real cookie
And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth. -Raymond Carver, A New Path To The Waterfall
Nadya, pink-cheeked, happy, her eyes shining with tears in expectation of something extraordinary, circled in the dance, her white dress billowing and showing glimpses of her slim, pretty legs in their flesh-tinted stockings. Varya, thoroughly contented, took Podgorin by the arm and said to him under her breath with significant expression: “Misha, don’t run away from your...