Archive for July, 2008

Video: Pelican Eats Pigeon

Source: YouTube



I watched this video over and over with morbid fascination. It was so beautiful to see a mangy pigeon get its due. Too often, these vermin wander our streets without fear. I despise them. How they arrogantly move just a little out of your path — either by foot or vehicle. How they quickly return to scavenging. How they shit without reprisal. This one got its due. Thank you dear pelican. Where can I adopt this creature? Perhaps it is the answer to all our problems! Well, either pelicans or the Chinese and their penchant for roasted squab.






Woman Sees Family Die on Mountain

Source: BBC News Europe

A 50-year-old woman has witnessed her husband and three children falling to their deaths while climbing near Europe’s highest peak.

The Dutch woman watched as the four victims, who were roped together, fell 1,600ft (500m) down an icy slope in the French-Italian Alpine range. Read more …

Her kids were 23, 20, and 17. Gives new meaning to the phrase: don’t put all your eggs in one basket. This might be the first family Darwin Award.

The Handicapped Placard and Parking Meters

I hypothesize that most of these people who have handicapped placards hanging from their rear view mirrors are merely obese. I’m not sure when this pervasive condition became a handicap and why this merits a space closer to a building. “I have chronic back pain.” Yes, because you’re obese. “I have osteoarthritis.” Yes, because you’re obese. So, you’re trying to tell the world that you’re in so much pain that you CAN get into and out of your car, sit in the seat, and drive for a time, but you CAN’T be bothered with walking to the door like the rest of humanity. Never mind that once you’re finally inside McDonald’s or Costco, you’ll lumber along with the rest of humanity. These are the seeds of another rant.

Today, I want to talk about handicapped placards and free parking at parking meters. I don’t understand this. Why are handicapped drivers exempt from inserting coins at the meters? The car is parked right there, next to the meter. In fact, they often have to step up or roll onto the curb next to the meter to get to their destination. Surely they have money for gas and insurance. They’re not taking the bus or medical transport. Surely they aren’t that handicapped. Can’t see? They’re driving a car. Can’t move their upper appendages? They’re driving a car. Unless, of course, someone else is driving their car — which would indicate that they do not need a license or a placard. Can someone help me to understand this phenomenon?






The Deadliest Catch

Saturday night, we were out with our friends, Alison Esquire and Andrew MD, and talking about the Deadliest Catch. I am not a regular viewer and had just caught one episode on television the night before. In that episode, the captain of the ship apparently fell off his bunk, cracked one of his ribs, and subsequently felt short of breath. It seemed like a common history. However, I explained to the rest of the captive audience in my car, the captain went to the emergency room and the workup showed something in addition to the fractured rib. A chronic smoker, the first guess would have been lung cancer. I recounted how the captain was found to have a PE from a DVT using those abbreviations rather than stating the full medical terms.

The incredible part of our conversation was when Tiffany responded with, “Oh, so he had a thromboembolism.”

In utter shock, I asked, “What did you just say?”

“A thromboembolism, right?”

I chortled.

Andrew said, “Wow, that’s pretty good!”

Then I asked, “And, do you know what drug the captain should receive as treatment?”

“Heparin,” said Tiff with much aplomb.

I grinned and said proudly, “That’s my girl.”

Tiff has been seconded to a biopharmaceutical company for the last 3 months.