"An enema is almost a symbol of our region."
I should say, there is a monument to ether in the Boston Public Garden. (It is a quiet four-sided fountain in the northwest corner.) However, I like to think that just because ether was invented in Boston, and was very useful (before we got newer anaesthetics), does not mean that ether is a symbol for the Boston area.
What with it being an anaesthetic and all.
Tuesday's death of 16-year-old Neil Beagley, however, may not be a crime because Oregon law allows minors 14 and older to decide for themselves whether to accept medical treatment.
Yeah, but -- if you're living in a faith-healing family, maybe you can't "decide to accept medical treatment" if (1) you've been indoctrinated so thoroughly that you don't believe medical treatment works, or (2) medical treatment is never offered as an option.
I hate those people. HATE. Which is wrong, but I don't care. You want to not take medicine your *own* self? Fine. Fuck yourself up. You deserve it. But fucking your *child* up, when you're supposed to be nurturing him??? VILE.
Erm. Pat Buchanan seems to be claiming that the Holocaust was really Britain's fault, because they declared war on Germany.
The Holocaust was not a cause of the war, but a consequence of the war. No war, no Holocaust.
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Po' boys are on longer buns like a sub, stacked, dressed and slathered (preferably with "hot").
Does the meat on a Po' boy have to be fried? I seemed to bump into that in New Orleans a lot, and my delicate little mouth can't handle those razor edges.
I am! And yes! We leave the 5th.
Wheee! Make sure you go to the parade, and visit Nellie's for me, and stuff like that!
The Boston Celtics championship parade, in Duck Boats!!
All the Boston championship parades are Duck Boat parades. It's a thing.
Is it a Make Way for Ducklings shout out?
Does the meat on a Po' boy have to be fried?
Certainly not. You get a lot of fried seafood po-boys, but one of my favorites is a roast beef po-boy (made of "debris") with mayo and gravy. Nom nom nom.
And on that note, thank god it's just about time for me to leave for lunch.
Who doesn't love a Rolling Rally???
The Holocaust was not a cause of the war, but a consequence of the war. No war, no Holocaust.
Oh, the crazy, it burns....
Now I want a darn po boy. Fried, please. Nom nom nom. Also, I want this silly salmonella tomato thing to go away, cause I'm tired of nobody putting tomatoes on my food!!
I think instead I will run and get a doughnut.
Also: I hate that working remotely for a big company, one fairly simple question means that fifteen people have to send thirty emails to get me an answer. It makes me feel ridiculous for asking. (They don't know the answer because it's not something they do, on their level, but I didn't know who else to ask, because I work remotely. So they have to send emails to other remote people, who are not availalbe, so the emails start flying...it's RIDIC! Silly big company that makes processes CRAZY COMPLICATED!!!) [Question: "Who does this TPS report need to be sent to? Eventual Answer, Three Days Later: "Generic Email Address, and cc Your Boss", with thirty emails in between about what, exactly, the generic email address was, whether it also needed to be cc'd to a support person or if the generic email address went ot her to, and if it did need to go to a support person, who, exactly my support person was, or should I send it to her INSTEAD of the generic email...etc, etc etc]