“Foolish mortals” is a gender-neutral form of address
Pro tip: “Foolish mortals” is a gender-neutral form of address.
(from this twitter page)
Pro tip: “Foolish mortals” is a gender-neutral form of address.
(from this twitter page)
Joyful Discipline: Making what appear to be difficult lifestyle choices based on larger goals or intentions.
(“Discipline” doesn’t have to be a negative word.)
Matt Cassel, talking about New England Patriots head coach Bill Belichick in this espn.com article:
My rookie year, I got crushed in the back by a corner blitz against the Giants. We’re playing them the next year in the last preseason game. He asks me, “OK, Cassel, what front do they like to bring the corner blitz from?” I had looked it up the night before, anticipating it. I said, “Coach, it’s an over.” And he goes, “Brady?” Well, you know immediately when he goes to the next guy: “Oh, no. Oh, no.” And Brady says, “An under.”
Then Bill goes, “Brady’s right. I don’t want to have to send your mother another note that says, ‘Dear Mrs. Cassel, we regret to inform you that your son got killed being a dumbass.’”
This song is called Production to Perfection, also by Chance’s End.
“I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.”
~ Vincent van Gogh
Wow, the first available appointment for the leading doctor on this disease is in February ... 2018.
NURSE (on the phone): Is Wednesday the 14th good for you?
ME: Well, that’s Valentine’s Day, I like to keep that open. Do you have something available on the 15th?
NURSE: I completely understand. Let’s find something on the 15th...
“Though it does taste like pond scum, Spirulina has some great health-boosting qualities.”
“Tell them I was a writer.” ~ Pieter Hintjens
Last night was a rough night, and it made me think of the Joe Walsh song, Help Me Thru The Night. This morning when I was looking for that song I came across a song called, Help Me Make It Through The Night.
This version is performed by Willie Nelson, but it was originally written and performed by Kris Kristofferson. If Willie Nelson isn’t your cup of tea, here’s a link to a Norah Jones version of Help Me Make It Through The Night.
“Some people aren’t meant to stay in your life. But that doesn't mean they can’t stay with you.”
(from the terrific tv series, Limitless)
MastCellAware.com has this good answer to the question, “What are mast cells?”
I found their website when I was trying to learn about mast cell degranulation. As they state, “Each mast cell contains secretory granules (storage sacs), each containing powerful biologically active molecules called mediators. These can be secreted when mast cells are triggered, leading to allergic and inflammatory diseases.”
Asked if he made the album feeling it would be his last, he said, “Not specifically, but at this stage in the game, you know that all your activities are subject to abrupt cancellation.”
Amen to that, brother. That quote is from this article about Leonard Cohen.
“You love hard. There is no shame in that.”
(apparently from the book, The Lawman’s Surprise Family)
*leaving a doctor’s office*
Nurse: “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Me (flashing back to past failed relationships): “I love you?”
Nurse: “Um, no, the papers you brought in.”
Me: “Oh, yeah, thanks.”
A friend made a surprise trip into town this weekend, and when I started having raccoon eyes and breaking out in hives, she was more than ready to stab me with an EpiPen or two:
“Now?”
“How about now?”
“Maybe now?”
:)
I didn’t like The Rolling Stones for most of my life, but I’ve started listening to them lately. This is a quiet song called, Fool to Cry, that seems to fit my mood of late:
Today’s song of the day is, You Want It Darker, by 82-year-old Leonard Cohen:
“I don’t know what love is, but I might love you. Probably love you.”
New England is now 14-5 without Tom Brady.
By contrast, Indianapolis went 2-14 with Peyton Manning’s backups.
Doctor says I probably have a genetic mutation, like a Ninja Turtle or the X-Men, but with currently unknown, latent superpowers.
Also, “mutant” is not the preferred nomenclature. “Posthuman,” please.