I think "elk hunt" is a crazy reason to reschedule work

I'm sure the gentleman in question is not hiking the Appalachian Trail, but the first thing I thought was, is that what they're calling it these days...

Is anyone else familiar with hamburger fold as opposed to hot dog fold?

Not I. But the word hamburger is being applied in the oddest situations. A friend is pregnant and went for an ultrasound last Friday. The doc told her the baby was fine and that he saw "the hamburger". EH???? He said something like "it is either a hot dog or a hamburger. You are having a girl". Whaaaa? Ok, I get hot dog in this sense, but hamburger? How? Why? Ewwwwww.

Hee! I`m pretty sure there`s actual hunting going on. If not, it`s a pretty good scam because his wife is also working with the SO at the store. Getting your wife to mind the family business while you go off for sexytiems is a pretty serious accomplishment.

Ok, I get hot dog in this sense, but hamburger?

Ew! And WTF.

Yay, ita. And it was fine with your not being in the office, right?

Suzi, I've heard "taco" in that reference.

Still ewwww.

I was going to say, Cash! I thought "taco" was the preferred fast food cootch reference!

On the ultrasound, it really does look like a hamburger.

Radium woo: the bad health science of yesteryear wants to irradiate your colon

Modern quackery might be full of terrible, life-threatening health advice, but it's really not got a patch on the golden age of radium-based medicine, when the newly discovered radioactive material was held to cure practically anything, especially in suppository form. Yowch.

If this was 15 May 1915, we could all be attending the Illinois State Medical Society's annual meeting at the Masonic Temple in Springfield, Illinois.And if we went to booth 18, we could've bought some fine, newish radium-based products that would be enjoyed drinking or bathing in. And all for the cause of human progress, the radium-based nonsense promised cures for all sorts of ills: rheumatism, dandruff, dull teeth, gout, sexual problems, general malaise, and on and on...

Many of these companies employed the real stuff, affecting thousands of people, radium-based cure-alls being ingested, injected, applied and bathed-in. For example, there were numerous companies distributing 'radium water" (such as "Radithor" by William J.A. Bailey's company), radium suppositories ("in a cocoa butter base"), toothpaste ("Doramad", distributed by Doramad Radioaktive Zohncreme during WWII, to Germans), cosmetics ("Tho-Radia"), and many different varieties of radium-enriched healing belts (to be worn or slept on). There were plenty of other products that used the "radium" name but didn't actually use the substance itself, further selling the idea of its usefulness on the individual level. There was radium beer, nail clippers, starch, cigars, polish, headache tablets, razor blades, butter and of course, condoms.

Perkins just texted me to say she was radioactive, coincidentally!

I bet she's getting her superpowers right. now.

Awww, Zen, you innocent kid. ...

...Wow. People really are crazy.

Puts me in mind of a convo vw and I had one time, about how overwhelming are the choices, the number of options, we have today for everything, and how our ancestors didn't have to make any of these choices because the options didn't exist. Like, not only would my granddad not have had to decide whether to get a smartphone, he wouldn't have had to choose amongst 8398764 different ones. Parenting has to be like that: once upon a time, you parented your kids pretty much the same way your parents did, the same way everyone in your village or whatever did - the older women told you how long to breastfeed, and what foods to start them on, and you sent them to the same school everyone else did, and while surely there were individual variations, there wasn't the same mountain of choices to make: vaccinate? circumcise? homeschool? organic? peanuts? pets? breastfeeding? There are so many options and so much information - however accurate - about each one, it's enough to crush your spirit. It doesn't surprise me that some folks treat their choices like the Holy Grail - if they weren't *that certain*, they'd be terrified they made the "wrong" choice. And then they get all crazy about it.

Personally? one more reason I'm glad I never had kids. I think I know what choices I'd make, but I'm happy to not have to make them. Or deal with zealots who think I should've done otherwise.