JZ, that was pretty much spot-on with my experience of dealing with doctors at work. Obviously, some are more difficult than others and there are a rare few that will happily focus on their job and trust you to do yours. It's always refreshing to meet one of the latter.

Glad I'm not the only one who seems to be having drunken mouse problems with that Reverse game. I gave up after level 5.

Heh.

The only one on your list I find kind of meh is Sean Bean, who looks too blandly handsome for me.

Steve Buscemi was very attractive in both Airheads and Tree's Lounge. (Trees Lounge? Beats me, and too lazy to Google.) However, he's one of those fellows who can look either very attractive, or get-out-the-mace creepy depending on the role.

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OK, "Now this one. He is gorgeous. What is he? 6'4", 6'5"?" in the midst of the freak-out was pretty funny .

Jen, I was giggling at that too.

Jen, I thought so too. More oddly apt than hilarious, but.... Funny what the mind does. Everyone thinks you focus on the crisis in freakout mode , but in one case I was in (car accident, we got flipped) I found myself thinking about whether the airline crash posistion was better than hands over head. Sloooowly. Still can't compute the time for that thought to process with the time elapsed in the crash.)

And then there were the pink hippos and fluffy clouds.

JenP and Hil: I scared the dog and cats laughing out loud at that.

Oddly apt - that's it. I could completely see doing that very thing. (Knocking wood that I never get the chance to prove it.)

ETA: including singing "I Think I Love You."

Oh and then there was the don't get blood on the papers thing. Which really annoyed the cops and firefighters and paramedics. I guess I couldn't deal with what all was going on that I couldn't control, so I focused on what I could. Like not letting Liz bleed on the papers.

Didn't work.

But was a good guilt trip on our math teacher. I thought he was going to cry.

Also discovered that if I ever again go to the ER, I'm a hellbitch under trauma stress. So I should preemptively apologize.

But was a good guilt trip on our math teacher. I thought he was going to cry.

How'd he fit in?

I'm a hellbitch under trauma stress. So I should preemptively apologize.

Heh, heh.

My one trip to the ER for myself actually ended up being a minor thing... sprained ankle, but it had swelled up so much that it scared the crap out of me. Anyway, the random thought I had while good looking doctor was examining the damage was, "Damn, I wish I'd shaved my legs more recently." And then when he told me, sort of oddly gleefully, that the swelling was blood from pulled things pooling, my thought was, "Ew, shut-up, shut-up, shut-up."

I got an "Oh My God!" from the first ER nurse to see my injury. Way to be reassuring.