Monday, January 23, 2006

when I work 12 hour days, 6 days a week, all I want to do is come home and watch TV dramas that say something to me about my life. damn the bastard TV. this week (and last) we're watching far too much House. I shouldn't be allowed to get TV episodes on DVD because I can't dole them out in a sensible fashion. it's like ice cream- all or none. at any rate, I decided that House is the show that most closely depicts my current job. there are "fellows" on House. I am a fellow! there's an ivy-covered medical school teaching facility on House. hey, that's where I work, kind of! House gets the tricky cases that other facilities can't figure out or have misdiagnosed. just like us!! we have 4 fellows- House has 3!

and while I have an eccentric and brilliant mentor (who is an addict just like House [though a cigarette addiction doesn't carry the same stigma as House's vicodin]), he's no misanthrope. he's a people person, and everyone loves him. and that's where my little fantasy falls apart.


p.s. Hugsband is grading science fair reports, and he said that several of his students thanked stores in the acknowledgements section of their papers. as in: "I would like to thank Stop & Shop Grocery for having all of the materials I needed." why didn't I think of that when I wrote up my dissertation? will the sporting goods store where I bought my golfer's wrist counters ever forgive me?

Comments:
Is golfer's wrist a physical ailment? Yes.
 
but a golfer's wrist counter is a device children with disabilities can use to self-monitor their behavior. my kids counted social initiations. Yes.
 
I'm still working on my writing, so maybe I can add a few more items to the dedication page. I could do the movie star thing and thank my lord and savior, jeebus. I could mention Encore Cafe for the wireless or Alicia for the good haircuts or Shanti for the tasty nutrition. Maybe my kitties. I wonder how Jack would react :-)
 
A correction...movie stars don't thank Jesus when they win, R&B and rap stars thank Jesus when they win.

It's funny when that happens, because they win awards for making songs about big booties, busting caps, and smoking herb. Call me a nutjob, but I don't think Jesus likes that sort of thing.
 
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