My undershorts, I mean. I can tell it's the last day of my vacation, because all but one of the pairs of undershorts I packed (like, five or six pairs) have completely disappeared. This happens fairly often, and always in tandem with the length of my vacations. It happens to my socks also, but to a lesser extent.
It happened gradually; I remember when I had only three pairs left. I'm not worried though, because they always show up after I get back home. If I'm really lucky, I'll wind up with more underwear than I set out with (laugh if you must, but you'll laugh even harder when it turns out to be true).
I apologize to any and all readers who do not find the idea of underpants inherently amusing. A full refund of the amount of life spent reading up to this point is in the mail.
With that out of the way, we can focus on trivial matters. In fact, let's make it a group thing: everyone focus on a trivial matter, and then we'll share it with the class. Two minutes, ready, go!
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Done yet? Good, now tell me what the rest of this post should have focused on if I weren't a dimwitted lazy klutz.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
An update! How quaint.
Yes indeed, it is officially less than one month since I last posted, which makes this blog officially not dead. I've been on the road, spending most of my summer back in Goddess's Constitutional Monarchy on Earth (The Kingdom of God is an old and smelly neighborhood), also referred to as New York State. I'm currently staying in the best hotel yet on this trip for the lowest rate yet, which proves Disorder can be awesome.
It's nice here, 'cause I can go outside at high noon without needing to put on a protective radiation suit. Pretty much everything looks nicer here, what with the older buildings. Also, real estate is a fair bit cheaper (than Hawaii, I mean), and therefore I suspect that people here aren't as tempted to put value on the land they purchase as fast as possible, so they put a little more thought (and money) into making buildings not look like crap. The city of Honolulu, where real estate purchases will break the bank unless one can start making money fast, is a maze of concrete and steel, and the whole thing looks like the god of architecture inhaled burning tires and sneezed all over the island.
*Ahem* With that out of the way, I'd like to comment on... um...
One moment...
SiCKO! Yeah, there we go. I saw it a few weeks ago, and I rather liked it. Politics are an unavoidable part of the health care controversy in the U.S., but I was pleased that Micheal Moore avoided getting too political. It dealt mostly with the fact that America's system of "health insurance" as a business is completely contrary to the ideal of preventing misery and death on the part of people who go to see a doctor. As a capitalistic venture, health insurance companies have no interest in paying out for the medical needs of their valued customers, and since a national health plan would spell their financial death, they fight tooth and nail against any government measures in that direction.
It also doesn't help that so many Americans are complete nimrods when it comes to socialized medicine. Bring it up, and everyone will tell you that they've "heard about" the terrible health care system in Canada. Bullshit. They've never asked a Canadian, and never stop to consider the fact that there are other countries we might model our system after. Hell, our military has a sort of socialized health care system, and it works pretty damn well.
I can't imagine what it must be like to be a doctor, knowing that the person in your examining room needs medical help–which the hospital is perfectly capable of providing–but can't pay for it, and also knowing that if you treat that person without the approval of the insurance company you could lose your job for fulfilling the Hippocratic Oath. Like a proper, trust-your-life-with kind of doctor ought to. Yet doctors need to make a living (and get health insurance, ironically) just like the rest of us.
But all of this has been said before. Ignorance, wealthy lobbyists, and politics. Reason and compassion have no greater foes. America, this land of amber mountains and purple waves of grain, from sea to rising sea, seems to have gotten its head quite lost up its bum. Angry and cynical on the outside, weeping on the inside: that's me.
Maybe I'll move to Canada.
It's nice here, 'cause I can go outside at high noon without needing to put on a protective radiation suit. Pretty much everything looks nicer here, what with the older buildings. Also, real estate is a fair bit cheaper (than Hawaii, I mean), and therefore I suspect that people here aren't as tempted to put value on the land they purchase as fast as possible, so they put a little more thought (and money) into making buildings not look like crap. The city of Honolulu, where real estate purchases will break the bank unless one can start making money fast, is a maze of concrete and steel, and the whole thing looks like the god of architecture inhaled burning tires and sneezed all over the island.
*Ahem* With that out of the way, I'd like to comment on... um...
One moment...
SiCKO! Yeah, there we go. I saw it a few weeks ago, and I rather liked it. Politics are an unavoidable part of the health care controversy in the U.S., but I was pleased that Micheal Moore avoided getting too political. It dealt mostly with the fact that America's system of "health insurance" as a business is completely contrary to the ideal of preventing misery and death on the part of people who go to see a doctor. As a capitalistic venture, health insurance companies have no interest in paying out for the medical needs of their valued customers, and since a national health plan would spell their financial death, they fight tooth and nail against any government measures in that direction.
It also doesn't help that so many Americans are complete nimrods when it comes to socialized medicine. Bring it up, and everyone will tell you that they've "heard about" the terrible health care system in Canada. Bullshit. They've never asked a Canadian, and never stop to consider the fact that there are other countries we might model our system after. Hell, our military has a sort of socialized health care system, and it works pretty damn well.
I can't imagine what it must be like to be a doctor, knowing that the person in your examining room needs medical help–which the hospital is perfectly capable of providing–but can't pay for it, and also knowing that if you treat that person without the approval of the insurance company you could lose your job for fulfilling the Hippocratic Oath. Like a proper, trust-your-life-with kind of doctor ought to. Yet doctors need to make a living (and get health insurance, ironically) just like the rest of us.
But all of this has been said before. Ignorance, wealthy lobbyists, and politics. Reason and compassion have no greater foes. America, this land of amber mountains and purple waves of grain, from sea to rising sea, seems to have gotten its head quite lost up its bum. Angry and cynical on the outside, weeping on the inside: that's me.
Maybe I'll move to Canada.
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