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Occasional ramblings by an anesthesiologist/mother (and sometimes her husband).

Friday, April 25, 2008


I just stumbled across this article over at

Apparently, the North Park Library is being temporarily closed because they found lead paint. This lead paint is only found near windows which are encased in plastic.

For those who don't know, lead is only harmful when ingested (or impaled into you at high velocity). If you don't eat it, it won't hurt you.

So, they're worried that people will climb through plastic to eat paint...

What's the polite way of saying "too dumb to be allowed to live?"

And how do parents who can't figure out that they should tell their kids not to eat paint chips somehow still remember to open doors before trying to walk through them?

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Wii is on its way

So we finally bought a Wii. It only took us about 5 weeks of active searching to find one in stock someplace where it wasn't bundled with so many games that the price more than doubled. Its bundled with one additional game (Super Smash Bros) that we are going to exchange for a different game once it arrives. What we're looking for now is some suggestions for a game we'll both like to play. Feel free to leave them in the comments.

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Monday, April 14, 2008

When The Mighty Fall...

It's always disconcerting when you see the fall of someone you looked up to. When someone who should be an expert demonstrates profound cluelessness, it shakes you a bit.

In this case, I speak of Ted Allen.

Ted, the food guru of Queer Eye, now often a judge on Iron Chef America, has eaten at some of the finest restaurants the nation has to offer. He knows what good food is.

Or so I thought.

Twice now, he has blasphemed. On Iron Chef America, and just now on Food Network's "Heavyweights: Java Giants," he has said that Starbuck's "Introduced people to coffee brewed at the proper strength."

Ted Allen.

The guy who's probably eaten at more French & Italian restaurants than you or I knew existed. He can't tell the difference between a true European dark roast and the yuppy charcoal water that's passed off as coffee at Starbucks.