Silent 3's medicated musings
Yet another blog that will take up gigs of space, be accessable to anyone on the face of the earth, and will be read by (maybe) three people... If I'm lucky.
Monday, July 22, 2024
Saturday, June 15, 2024
Wednesday, June 12, 2024
Thursday, May 02, 2024
Wednesday, May 01, 2024
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
Bragging rights
Old joke:
Three pizza places in a strip mall.
First shop has a sign, "best pizza in the state"
Second shop sign says, "best pizza in the country."
Third pizza place has a sign, "Best pizza in this strip mall."
Wednesday, April 10, 2024
S.O.S. Story
An Airbus 380 is on its way across the Atlantic. It flies consistently at 800 km/h at 30,000 feet, when suddenly a Eurofighter with a Tempo Mach 2 appears.
The pilot of the fighter jet slows down, flies alongside the Airbus and greets the pilot of the passenger plane by radio: "Airbus, boring flight isn't it? Now have a look here!"
He rolls his jet on its back, accelerates, breaks through the sound barrier, rises rapidly to a dizzying height, and then swoops down almost to sea level in a breathtaking dive. He loops back next to the Airbus and asks: "Well, how was that?"
The Airbus pilot answers: "Very impressive, but watch this!"
The jet pilot watches the Airbus, but nothing happens. It continues to fly straight, at the same speed. After 15 minutes, the Airbus pilot radios, "Well, how was that?
Confused, the jet pilot asks, "What did you do?"
The AirBus pilot laughs and says: "I got up, stretched my legs, walked to the back of the aircraft to use the washroom, then got a cup of coffee and a chocolate fudge pastry."
The moral of the story is: When you're young, speed and adrenaline seems to be great. But as you get older and wiser, you learn that comfort and peace are more important.
This is called S.O.S.: Slower, Older and Smarter.
Thursday, March 28, 2024
The perils of behavior research
I was with my friend watching her kitty play with a stuffed mouse. She asked, "Isn't that so cute?"
Sometimes it's hard for someone familiar with animal behavior to see nature as "cute."
I pointed out how Kitty wrapped her front paws around the toy's upper body and bit its neck to sever the spinal cord, and repeatedly ripped her rear feet along the toy's belly to eviscerate her prey.
My friend gave me a look that said, "I hate you forever for telling me that."
Saturday, March 16, 2024
This song is pure gold and speaks to me
I'm not from here
I just live here
Grew up somewhere far away
Come here thinking I'd never stay long
I'd be going back soon someday
I just live here
Grew up somewhere far away
Come here thinking I'd never stay long
I'd be going back soon someday
It's been a few years
Since I got here
Seen 'em come and I've seen 'em go
Crowds assemble, they hang out awhile
Then they melt away like an early snow
Since I got here
Seen 'em come and I've seen 'em go
Crowds assemble, they hang out awhile
Then they melt away like an early snow
Onto some bright future somewhere
Down the road to points unknown
Sending postcards when they get there
Wherever it is they think they're goin'
Down the road to points unknown
Sending postcards when they get there
Wherever it is they think they're goin'
I'm not from here
I just live here
Can't see that it matters much
I read the papers and I watch the nightly news
Who's to say I'm out of touch
I just live here
Can't see that it matters much
I read the papers and I watch the nightly news
Who's to say I'm out of touch
Nobody's from here
Most of us just live here
Locals long since moved away
Sold the played-out farms for parking lots
Went off looking for a better way
Most of us just live here
Locals long since moved away
Sold the played-out farms for parking lots
Went off looking for a better way
Onto some bright future somewhere
Better times on down the road
Wonder if they ever got there
Wherever it was they thought they'd go
Better times on down the road
Wonder if they ever got there
Wherever it was they thought they'd go
Hit my home town
A couple years back
Hard to say just how it felt
But it looked like so many towns I might've been through
On my way to somewhere else
A couple years back
Hard to say just how it felt
But it looked like so many towns I might've been through
On my way to somewhere else
I'm not from here
But people tell me
It's not like it used to be
They say I should have been here
Back about ten years
Before it got ruined by folks like me
But people tell me
It's not like it used to be
They say I should have been here
Back about ten years
Before it got ruined by folks like me
We can't help it
We just keep moving
It's been that way since long ago
Since the stone age, chasing the great herds
We mostly go where we have to go
We just keep moving
It's been that way since long ago
Since the stone age, chasing the great herds
We mostly go where we have to go
Onto some bright future somewhere
Down the road to points unknown
Sending post cards when we get there
Wherever it is we think we'll go
Down the road to points unknown
Sending post cards when we get there
Wherever it is we think we'll go
Sunday, March 10, 2024
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Wednesday, September 06, 2023
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Tuesday, June 06, 2023
Colorful colonial times
Colorful colonial times
Sunday, January 15, 2023
Saturday, January 07, 2023
Wednesday, December 21, 2022
stop me if you’ve heard it
There's a joke - stop me if you've heard it… On the other hand, nah - it's pretty funny, so let me tell it:
Putin announces that it's 'Russia against NATO in a war, yes, now you can call it a War!' in a speech.
Tuesday, December 13, 2022
Are you familiar with these codes?
there is ICD-10 V95.43XA "Spacecraft collision injuring occupant, first encounter" and a follow up should the occupant have the misfortune of being involved in another collision: V95.43XD "Spacecraft collision injuring occupant, subsequent encounter".
The ICD-10 codes can be a source of humor. Medical coders and physicians who have stumbled upon these odd codes get a laugh out of them. It's not out of disregard for someone who might suffer some odd sort of injury, but that the group that developed the ICD-10 index (evolved from ICD-9) made sure to include these in the Index.
We always wonder if that resulted in some laughs as the decision was made to include them.
Another example "V91.07XA: Burn due to water skis on fire: Initial encounter". I'm not kidding - you can look these up.
Tuesday, November 01, 2022
Tuesday, September 20, 2022
The New Year, Emma Lazarus
The New Year
BY EMMA LAZARUS
Rosh-Hashanah, 5643
Not while the snow-shroud round dead earth is rolled,
And naked branches point to frozen skies.—
When orchards burn their lamps of fiery gold,
The grape glows like a jewel, and the corn
A sea of beauty and abundance lies,
Then the new year is born.
Look where the mother of the months uplifts
In the green clearness of the unsunned West,
Her ivory horn of plenty, dropping gifts,
Cool, harvest-feeding dews, fine-winnowed light;
Tired labor with fruition, joy and rest
Profusely to requite.
Blow, Israel, the sacred cornet! Call
Back to thy courts whatever faint heart throb
With thine ancestral blood, thy need craves all.
The red, dark year is dead, the year just born
Leads on from anguish wrought by priest and mob,
To what undreamed-of morn?
For never yet, since on the holy height,
The Temple's marble walls of white and green
Carved like the sea-waves, fell, and the world's light
Went out in darkness,—never was the year
Greater with portent and with promise seen,
Than this eve now and here.
Even as the Prophet promised, so your tent
Hath been enlarged unto earth's farthest rim.
To snow-capped Sierras from vast steppes ye went,
Through fire and blood and tempest-tossing wave,
For freedom to proclaim and worship Him,
Mighty to slay and save.
High above flood and fire ye held the scroll,
Out of the depths ye published still the Word.
No bodily pang had power to swerve your soul:
Ye, in a cynic age of crumbling faiths,
Lived to bear witness to the living Lord,
Or died a thousand deaths.
In two divided streams the exiles part,
One rolling homeward to its ancient source,
One rushing sunward with fresh will, new heart.
By each the truth is spread, the law unfurled,
Each separate soul contains the nation's force,
And both embrace the world.
Kindle the silver candle's seven rays,
Offer the first fruits of the clustered bowers,
The garnered spoil of bees. With prayer and praise
Rejoice that once more tried, once more we prove
How strength of supreme suffering still is ours
For Truth and Law and Love.