I didn't even know I had a sweatshirt until this afternoon while in a pain pill induced stupor I stumbled upon it while hiding in the closet.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Me in a sweatshirt
Smiling to hide the pain.
I didn't even know I had a sweatshirt until this afternoon while in a pain pill induced stupor I stumbled upon it while hiding in the closet.
I didn't even know I had a sweatshirt until this afternoon while in a pain pill induced stupor I stumbled upon it while hiding in the closet.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Chef Boz
Cream of Broccoli Soup
1. Don't buy a can Cream of Broccoli Soup, it's way to expensive, it's somewhere close to two bucks a can for Campbells.
2. Go to the Dollar General, or the Family Dollar, or the SavALot, or any discount type store where they sell soup for two cans for a dollar.
3. The won't have cream of broccoli soup but they will have cream of mushroom, celery, and chicken.
4. Buy two cans of cream of whatever soup, I prefer celery and chicken.
5. I never look at the soup labels, but I think you can mix the two cans of soup with either water or milk, use milk, or use water and some powdered non-dairy creamer, the creamer will work just fine, I use it when I make instant mashed potatoes, yeah, I'm quite a cook, I know.
6. Ok, maybe I should mention that you should open the cans, and empty them into a saucepan, and make sure the saucepan is big enough, and turn the stove on, not the oven, the stove, there's a difference, believe me.
7. Hey boz, I thought this was cream of broccoli soup, where's the broccoli? Yeah, I figured you'd bring that up sooner or later. Ok, you buy a bag of frozen broccoli, which costs about a buck for a one pound bag, and dump about a third to a half of the bag of broccoli into your saucepan full of cream of whatever soup, and this is why it's important that you use a big enough saucepan like I mentioned in step #6, because if the saucepan isn't big enough the soup will splash all over.
8. Stir the soup, making sure to mush up all the big lumps of concentrated cream of whatever while you stir.
9. Bring to a boil.
10. Turn off the stove and cover the saucepan and let it sit for awhile until it thickens up a bit.
11. Serve in a bowl or a big mug with the cracker of your choice, I prefer oyster crackers because you don't have to break them up, but you know what else is good, well, according to MB it's good, Ritz Crackers, yeah, try some Ritz Crackers with your soup.
12. I guess that's it, well, you'll probably want something to drink, but I'll leave that up to you.
13. Bon Appetit!!!
Two alternate recipes ...
1. Cream of broccoli with cheese - Add a couple of slices of Kraft Singles, or any other petroleum based cheese food product, while cooking, and hey, if you're feeling really daring cut off a hunk of real cheese and throw it in, who knows, you may actually like it.
2. Cream of broccoli plus - Instead of adding frozen broccoli substitute Broccoli Normandy, which also costs about a buck a bag and along with the broccoli you'll get cauliflower and carrots.
Dammit, this is the second time I've done a cream of broccoli soup post!!!
1. Don't buy a can Cream of Broccoli Soup, it's way to expensive, it's somewhere close to two bucks a can for Campbells.
2. Go to the Dollar General, or the Family Dollar, or the SavALot, or any discount type store where they sell soup for two cans for a dollar.
3. The won't have cream of broccoli soup but they will have cream of mushroom, celery, and chicken.
4. Buy two cans of cream of whatever soup, I prefer celery and chicken.
5. I never look at the soup labels, but I think you can mix the two cans of soup with either water or milk, use milk, or use water and some powdered non-dairy creamer, the creamer will work just fine, I use it when I make instant mashed potatoes, yeah, I'm quite a cook, I know.
6. Ok, maybe I should mention that you should open the cans, and empty them into a saucepan, and make sure the saucepan is big enough, and turn the stove on, not the oven, the stove, there's a difference, believe me.
7. Hey boz, I thought this was cream of broccoli soup, where's the broccoli? Yeah, I figured you'd bring that up sooner or later. Ok, you buy a bag of frozen broccoli, which costs about a buck for a one pound bag, and dump about a third to a half of the bag of broccoli into your saucepan full of cream of whatever soup, and this is why it's important that you use a big enough saucepan like I mentioned in step #6, because if the saucepan isn't big enough the soup will splash all over.
8. Stir the soup, making sure to mush up all the big lumps of concentrated cream of whatever while you stir.
9. Bring to a boil.
10. Turn off the stove and cover the saucepan and let it sit for awhile until it thickens up a bit.
11. Serve in a bowl or a big mug with the cracker of your choice, I prefer oyster crackers because you don't have to break them up, but you know what else is good, well, according to MB it's good, Ritz Crackers, yeah, try some Ritz Crackers with your soup.
12. I guess that's it, well, you'll probably want something to drink, but I'll leave that up to you.
13. Bon Appetit!!!
Two alternate recipes ...
1. Cream of broccoli with cheese - Add a couple of slices of Kraft Singles, or any other petroleum based cheese food product, while cooking, and hey, if you're feeling really daring cut off a hunk of real cheese and throw it in, who knows, you may actually like it.
2. Cream of broccoli plus - Instead of adding frozen broccoli substitute Broccoli Normandy, which also costs about a buck a bag and along with the broccoli you'll get cauliflower and carrots.
Dammit, this is the second time I've done a cream of broccoli soup post!!!
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Satisfaction guaranteed
Ok, I went to the Dollar Store yesterday and found a box of Mike and Ike Cherry Cola flavored candy in the bargain basket for fifty cents, I mean Mike and Ike Cherry Cola ... WOW!!!
But of course they were hard as a rock since they were in the bargain basket, of course I ate them anyway.
Then today I called the 1-800 customer service number on the back of the box and told the customer service lady about the hard as a rock Mike and Ike Cherry Cola candy that I had bought yesterday, but I left out the part about finding them in the bargain bin at the Dollar Store.
She said she wasn't surprised that they were hard as a rock because they don't make the Cherry Cola flavored candy anymore.
Then she threw a curve ball at me.
She asked me where I bought them.
I panicked for a second, then I lied, and told them I bought them at a convenience store/gas station in Oscoda, thinking that was vague enough to throw her off the trail.
She wanted to know if that was the only box, or were there more than one, because ...
WE MUST GET THAT CANDY OFF THE SHELVES!!!
Hehehehe, ahhhhhhhhhh, I'm not sure, yeah, I don't know, maybe.
She then asked me the name of the store .
THE NAME OF THE STORE ... Ummm, I don't know the name of the store, it's you know, just a locally owned place, but I do know the name of the gas station, I was sweating now.
Ok, what's the name of the gas station.
Ummmm, think boz think, ahhhh it's the Speedway, yeah, the Speedway, that's a pretty generic gas station name, right.
Where's it located?
Damn you woman, stop with the third degree, Uhhh, it's in Oscoda Michigan.
Where is it located at in Oscoda?
Now, I'm starting to get dizzy, it's, it's, it's on the main highway, I don't know the address or anything.
Ok, I'm expecting the rubber hoses now, but that was it, she was finished, she thanked me for my concern, and she asked me for my name and address, and told me that they would be sending me a fresh variety package of their other brands of candy ...
BUT NOT THE MIKE AND IKE CHERRY COLA FLAVORED BECAUSE WE DON'T MAKE THEM ANYMORE
And that I should be receiving them in a week or two.
Unless, of course, we find out you were lying to us ...
Ok, she didn't say that part about lying, but if she had I probably would have passed out, or something.
But of course they were hard as a rock since they were in the bargain basket, of course I ate them anyway.
Then today I called the 1-800 customer service number on the back of the box and told the customer service lady about the hard as a rock Mike and Ike Cherry Cola candy that I had bought yesterday, but I left out the part about finding them in the bargain bin at the Dollar Store.
She said she wasn't surprised that they were hard as a rock because they don't make the Cherry Cola flavored candy anymore.
Then she threw a curve ball at me.
She asked me where I bought them.
I panicked for a second, then I lied, and told them I bought them at a convenience store/gas station in Oscoda, thinking that was vague enough to throw her off the trail.
She wanted to know if that was the only box, or were there more than one, because ...
WE MUST GET THAT CANDY OFF THE SHELVES!!!
Hehehehe, ahhhhhhhhhh, I'm not sure, yeah, I don't know, maybe.
She then asked me the name of the store .
THE NAME OF THE STORE ... Ummm, I don't know the name of the store, it's you know, just a locally owned place, but I do know the name of the gas station, I was sweating now.
Ok, what's the name of the gas station.
Ummmm, think boz think, ahhhh it's the Speedway, yeah, the Speedway, that's a pretty generic gas station name, right.
Where's it located?
Damn you woman, stop with the third degree, Uhhh, it's in Oscoda Michigan.
Where is it located at in Oscoda?
Now, I'm starting to get dizzy, it's, it's, it's on the main highway, I don't know the address or anything.
Ok, I'm expecting the rubber hoses now, but that was it, she was finished, she thanked me for my concern, and she asked me for my name and address, and told me that they would be sending me a fresh variety package of their other brands of candy ...
BUT NOT THE MIKE AND IKE CHERRY COLA FLAVORED BECAUSE WE DON'T MAKE THEM ANYMORE
And that I should be receiving them in a week or two.
Unless, of course, we find out you were lying to us ...
Ok, she didn't say that part about lying, but if she had I probably would have passed out, or something.
Tuesday night is Janus night on TCM
Ok, I'm going to try to watch Cocteau's 1950 film Orphée on TCM in a few minutes. Wish me luck
María Casares's Princess of death strikes a pose in Orphée.
Does the person I think María Casare looks like thinks she looks like María Casare?
I mean I think it's spooky how much I think the person who looks like María Casare looks like María Casare.
María Casares's Princess of death strikes a pose in Orphée.
Does the person I think María Casare looks like thinks she looks like María Casare?
I mean I think it's spooky how much I think the person who looks like María Casare looks like María Casare.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
The little man in the boat
Have you ever noticed that if you squint just right how much a mouse resembles a woman's vagina? Then again maybe it's just me.
Also, do you find it odd that I felt the need to refer to it as a woman's vagina and not just a vagina?
Also, do you find it odd that I felt the need to refer to it as a woman's vagina and not just a vagina?
Stop ... don't stop
I am depressed because ...
1. I saw my reflection in a store window and I looked a little too much like Colonel Sanders.
2. After two and a half years I tried to install my Scrabble CD-ROM that worked on Windows 98 but doesn't work on Windows XP and since I am now running Windows XP it doesn't work on my computer and it only took me two and a half years to figure it out, and to add insult to injury the empty Scrabble CD-ROM fell behind my computer desk where it will be left to bond with the dust bunnies and candy bar wrappers until I have a really good reason to clean behind my computer desk.
3. Osama Bin Laden will never pay back the fifty bucks I loaned him that one time we took a bus together to Atlantic City for a weekend of babes and baccarat.
4. I want to do things that seriously aren't a good idea to want to do.
5. Every time I change a light bulb another light bulb burns out later that same day.
6. I've been sitting here for ten minutes and I still haven't come up with a number #6.
7. I shouldn't be depressed because it took me ten minutes to come up with a #6 because that should mean that I'm not as depressed as I think I am, right!
8. My novel with the first line "They sat and stared at each other across the kitchen table" is the only line that I have.
9. I've forgotten what it is like to have someone else's tongue in my mouth.
10. When I finish with #10 this post will be complete and I will have nothing else to do for the rest of the day.
1. I saw my reflection in a store window and I looked a little too much like Colonel Sanders.
2. After two and a half years I tried to install my Scrabble CD-ROM that worked on Windows 98 but doesn't work on Windows XP and since I am now running Windows XP it doesn't work on my computer and it only took me two and a half years to figure it out, and to add insult to injury the empty Scrabble CD-ROM fell behind my computer desk where it will be left to bond with the dust bunnies and candy bar wrappers until I have a really good reason to clean behind my computer desk.
3. Osama Bin Laden will never pay back the fifty bucks I loaned him that one time we took a bus together to Atlantic City for a weekend of babes and baccarat.
4. I want to do things that seriously aren't a good idea to want to do.
5. Every time I change a light bulb another light bulb burns out later that same day.
6. I've been sitting here for ten minutes and I still haven't come up with a number #6.
7. I shouldn't be depressed because it took me ten minutes to come up with a #6 because that should mean that I'm not as depressed as I think I am, right!
8. My novel with the first line "They sat and stared at each other across the kitchen table" is the only line that I have.
9. I've forgotten what it is like to have someone else's tongue in my mouth.
10. When I finish with #10 this post will be complete and I will have nothing else to do for the rest of the day.
Potato Chip Sandos
My recipe for Potato Chip Sandos originally posted on Cooking for Losers in February 2003.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Get on with it already
I'm going to make spaghetti today.
I've never made spaghetti before.
I'm not even sure how to spell spaghetti, but I guess that's what spellcheck is for.
The reason I am going to make spaghetti is because last night at a little after two am I channel surfed onto a movie on Turner Classic titled A Woman Under the Influence starring Peter Falk and Gena Rowlands, and I'm thinking that the movie must have been directed by John Cassavetes because Peter Falk was his best friend, and Gena Rowlands was his wife, and at that time of night, or morning, TCM usually shows some kind of indie off the wall cult classic, which is the kind of movie that Cassavetes was known for, if he was known for anything, anyway, the scene I surfed in on was when Falk brings a bunch of his working class buddies home and Rowlands, who plays Falk's wife, happily whips up a bunch of spaghetti to feed the starving masses, and watching the starving masses eat spaghetti made me think to myself that ...
Hey, I haven't had spaghetti for a long time, and it sure looks/sounds good
And since I don't feel like going out for a spaghetti dinner,
And because it would be a hell of alot easier for me to make it than for MB to make,
not that she couldn't make it, it would just be a hell of alot easier for me to make.
So, I decided to make it my ownself.
This morning I got up and checked to see if we had any spaghetti making materials skulking around the house, but there wasn't.
There wasn't, except for a jar of Ragu that I found way in the back of the fridge, that hadn't been opened, but I'm sure had been in the back of the fridge since before Clinton hadn't had sex with that woman ...
So, I just decided to go to the supermarket and start from scratch.
The list I wrote in my head included french bread, ground round, spaghetti sauce, spaghetti, and maybe a bottle of daygo red wine.
Ok, I got to the store and the first item I found in the bakery was french bread with crusty crust for a $1.79, which I thought was a little expensive, but it did have crusty crust so I guess you have to pay for the extras.
Then I hit the butcher counter and got a half pound of ground round which also came to a $1.79, and maybe I should play that number in the three digit daily game, but probably I won't, and yeah, I thought I'd get ground round because since I already paid $1.79 for the bread, the french bread with crusty crust, I figured I'd go all out.
My next stop was the spaghetti sauce/pasta aisle where I totally intended to get the most expensive sauce they had, which I think was the Paul Newman for like three bucks a jar, and yeah, I could have made the sauce from scratch, but why bother, I mean it's not like a have an educated palate, and if it's good enough for Joanne Woodward then it's good enough for me, but wait ... Hunt's spaghetti sauce is on sale for a buck a can, a buck a can, a buck a can, and this is where my mind kicks into Boz Loves a Bargain mode, and hey, I can't fight it, a buck a can people, a buck a can, it was a fait accompli, and yeah, I even bought two cans in case I ever want to make spaghetti again.
The pasta was right next to the sauce, and ... and ... and ... Muellers thin spaghetti in the two pound box was also on sale for a buck, it seems it was bargains for a buck week, so Muellers it was.
Now, I'm not a drinker, but you know every once in a while ... and daygo red does go good with spaghetti, so I thought I'd check out the wine section, but damn, wine, even the wine without a cork, is so freakin' expensive I decided to get a bottle of Diet Cherry 7-up instead, which looks a lot like daygo red when you drink it from a glass, or a paper bag ...
I guess that's it.
I guess I'm going to start preparing it.
I wish I had a chef's hat, and about six helpers to do all the work while I supervised like on all the cooking shows, but I don't, so ...
Here goes nothing.
I've never made spaghetti before.
I'm not even sure how to spell spaghetti, but I guess that's what spellcheck is for.
The reason I am going to make spaghetti is because last night at a little after two am I channel surfed onto a movie on Turner Classic titled A Woman Under the Influence starring Peter Falk and Gena Rowlands, and I'm thinking that the movie must have been directed by John Cassavetes because Peter Falk was his best friend, and Gena Rowlands was his wife, and at that time of night, or morning, TCM usually shows some kind of indie off the wall cult classic, which is the kind of movie that Cassavetes was known for, if he was known for anything, anyway, the scene I surfed in on was when Falk brings a bunch of his working class buddies home and Rowlands, who plays Falk's wife, happily whips up a bunch of spaghetti to feed the starving masses, and watching the starving masses eat spaghetti made me think to myself that ...
Hey, I haven't had spaghetti for a long time, and it sure looks/sounds good
And since I don't feel like going out for a spaghetti dinner,
And because it would be a hell of alot easier for me to make it than for MB to make,
not that she couldn't make it, it would just be a hell of alot easier for me to make.
So, I decided to make it my ownself.
This morning I got up and checked to see if we had any spaghetti making materials skulking around the house, but there wasn't.
There wasn't, except for a jar of Ragu that I found way in the back of the fridge, that hadn't been opened, but I'm sure had been in the back of the fridge since before Clinton hadn't had sex with that woman ...
So, I just decided to go to the supermarket and start from scratch.
The list I wrote in my head included french bread, ground round, spaghetti sauce, spaghetti, and maybe a bottle of daygo red wine.
Ok, I got to the store and the first item I found in the bakery was french bread with crusty crust for a $1.79, which I thought was a little expensive, but it did have crusty crust so I guess you have to pay for the extras.
Then I hit the butcher counter and got a half pound of ground round which also came to a $1.79, and maybe I should play that number in the three digit daily game, but probably I won't, and yeah, I thought I'd get ground round because since I already paid $1.79 for the bread, the french bread with crusty crust, I figured I'd go all out.
My next stop was the spaghetti sauce/pasta aisle where I totally intended to get the most expensive sauce they had, which I think was the Paul Newman for like three bucks a jar, and yeah, I could have made the sauce from scratch, but why bother, I mean it's not like a have an educated palate, and if it's good enough for Joanne Woodward then it's good enough for me, but wait ... Hunt's spaghetti sauce is on sale for a buck a can, a buck a can, a buck a can, and this is where my mind kicks into Boz Loves a Bargain mode, and hey, I can't fight it, a buck a can people, a buck a can, it was a fait accompli, and yeah, I even bought two cans in case I ever want to make spaghetti again.
The pasta was right next to the sauce, and ... and ... and ... Muellers thin spaghetti in the two pound box was also on sale for a buck, it seems it was bargains for a buck week, so Muellers it was.
Now, I'm not a drinker, but you know every once in a while ... and daygo red does go good with spaghetti, so I thought I'd check out the wine section, but damn, wine, even the wine without a cork, is so freakin' expensive I decided to get a bottle of Diet Cherry 7-up instead, which looks a lot like daygo red when you drink it from a glass, or a paper bag ...
I guess that's it.
I guess I'm going to start preparing it.
I wish I had a chef's hat, and about six helpers to do all the work while I supervised like on all the cooking shows, but I don't, so ...
Here goes nothing.
Seriously, all the gear kids are wearing them
I should seriously be in bed trying to fall asleep, but hey ...
I'm listening to the Dave Clark Five, I mean the Dave Clark Freakin' Five, so what can I freakin' do?
FYI: Dave Clark is the one touchinghis the organ and giving the look of love to the bass player.
I'm listening to the Dave Clark Five, I mean the Dave Clark Freakin' Five, so what can I freakin' do?
FYI: Dave Clark is the one touching
Friday, September 22, 2006
Just call me Half A Cup
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I know it's Autumn, but I'm still feeling all Summery
So, I rented a bunch of movies yesterday, six of them in all, from the Fitty Cent Aisle, and by the way Fitty said for me to give a big [insert urban slang word for hello here] ... ah, never mind.
Anyway, I rented six movies yesterday and I think I can remember the titles for five of them, three of which I've watched, one of which I tried to watch but was unwatchable, and two which I haven't watched ... yet.
Bubble - Is about a fat red headed woman who is in love with a much younger not too bright guy that works at the doll making factory with her, and the not too bright guy isn't really aware that the older fat red headed woman is jonesing for him, and then everything is thrown into a tumult when a much younger semi-attractive woman is hired at the doll factory, and I imagine you can guess where all of this is headed.
Noise - A movie about a woman who is slowly descending into madness because she can't sleep due to all the noise that her upstairs neighbor, a woman who has already descended into madness, makes at night. The upstairs neighbor is played by Ally Sheedy, who my god, used to be kind of hot in a strange twisted bizarre way, but is now only strange twisted and bizarre, and I swear to god ... she must have the biggest teeth in the world!!!
Insomnia - Takes place in Alaska and is about cops, and murder, and another murder, which may not actually be a murder, and it stars Al Pacino, Robin Williams, and Hilary Swank who for a change doesn't play a lesbian ... or does she???
8MM II - Which I thought might be a sequel to 8MM, but actually wasn't, it was actually more of a soft core porn rip-off with a bunch of silicone breasted ... and that's about as far as I got before I turned it off.
Fahrenheit 9/11 - Yeah, I hate when someone I can't stand believes in some of the same things I believe in, but I'm going to treat it like a black comedy, you know, sort of like Dr. Strangelove only with Michael Moore taking the place of Peter Sellers.
The last movie which I can't remember the title of - I think it's about poor white people, and trailer parks, and unwed mothers, and fathers in prison, but that's just a guess, and I think it stars that one young actress who always plays the poor white girl, who lives in a trailer park, and is an unwed mother, and her father is in prison, yeah, that's the one ... Jena Malone, and I think I'll watch that one now.
Anyway, I rented six movies yesterday and I think I can remember the titles for five of them, three of which I've watched, one of which I tried to watch but was unwatchable, and two which I haven't watched ... yet.
Bubble - Is about a fat red headed woman who is in love with a much younger not too bright guy that works at the doll making factory with her, and the not too bright guy isn't really aware that the older fat red headed woman is jonesing for him, and then everything is thrown into a tumult when a much younger semi-attractive woman is hired at the doll factory, and I imagine you can guess where all of this is headed.
Noise - A movie about a woman who is slowly descending into madness because she can't sleep due to all the noise that her upstairs neighbor, a woman who has already descended into madness, makes at night. The upstairs neighbor is played by Ally Sheedy, who my god, used to be kind of hot in a strange twisted bizarre way, but is now only strange twisted and bizarre, and I swear to god ... she must have the biggest teeth in the world!!!
Insomnia - Takes place in Alaska and is about cops, and murder, and another murder, which may not actually be a murder, and it stars Al Pacino, Robin Williams, and Hilary Swank who for a change doesn't play a lesbian ... or does she???
8MM II - Which I thought might be a sequel to 8MM, but actually wasn't, it was actually more of a soft core porn rip-off with a bunch of silicone breasted ... and that's about as far as I got before I turned it off.
Fahrenheit 9/11 - Yeah, I hate when someone I can't stand believes in some of the same things I believe in, but I'm going to treat it like a black comedy, you know, sort of like Dr. Strangelove only with Michael Moore taking the place of Peter Sellers.
The last movie which I can't remember the title of - I think it's about poor white people, and trailer parks, and unwed mothers, and fathers in prison, but that's just a guess, and I think it stars that one young actress who always plays the poor white girl, who lives in a trailer park, and is an unwed mother, and her father is in prison, yeah, that's the one ... Jena Malone, and I think I'll watch that one now.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
I don't know, what do YOU think?
Seriously, I don't know what I am doing up right now.
I am in seriously serious pain.
My neck hurts to where I can hardly turn my head.
My lower back hurts.
My left arm and hand hurts to where I can hardly grip anything in that hand, that hand being the left hand, which is connected to the left arm, which is connected to my shoulder, I guess, which is in turn connected to my ... NECK!!!
Oh yeah, and my left leg and foot hurt too, you know, numb and weak.
Oh, and I've got a bit of heartburn too, nothing to serious, and as I've always said, I'd rather have a heartburn than an assburn ... rimshot!!!
But yeah, yeah, but yeah.
And the surgeon said that I'm not completely healed ... HEALED!!!
But that's not unusual, and so I've got an appointment to see him again in the middle of October, but the surgeon said that if it's quit hurting by then that I can just cancel the appointment, but then again, he didn't say what he is going to do if it is still hurting by then, and honestly, I have a pretty strong feeling that it will still be hurting by then, so if it is STILL hurting then, I don't know ...
More tests???
Another MRI???
Another operation, and seriously, and there's that word seriously again, today was the first time that I realized, and I have nothing to base this on, just a gut feeling, that I might have to have another operation, which sucks.
And did I tell you that I think that I've finally gotten all the statements from my insurance company, and that the total cost for everything came to around $12,000.00.
Yeah, that's a lot of mooooooolah.
A one night stay in the hospital was over $7,500.00 alone, and the surgeon was like another $2,500.00, and then there's the anesthesiologist(sic), and various and sundry other expenses.
I mean, damn, I'm lucky I have insurance, but how in the world can someone who doesn't have insurance, or who doesn't qualify for government assistance, how in the world can they afford health care costs ... THEY CAN'T!!!
All of a sudden I don't hurt so bad.
Ok, I still hurt bad, but not so bad.
I wonder if i spelled anesthesiologist correctly?
I did after spellcheck.
I am in seriously serious pain.
My neck hurts to where I can hardly turn my head.
My lower back hurts.
My left arm and hand hurts to where I can hardly grip anything in that hand, that hand being the left hand, which is connected to the left arm, which is connected to my shoulder, I guess, which is in turn connected to my ... NECK!!!
Oh yeah, and my left leg and foot hurt too, you know, numb and weak.
Oh, and I've got a bit of heartburn too, nothing to serious, and as I've always said, I'd rather have a heartburn than an assburn ... rimshot!!!
But yeah, yeah, but yeah.
And the surgeon said that I'm not completely healed ... HEALED!!!
But that's not unusual, and so I've got an appointment to see him again in the middle of October, but the surgeon said that if it's quit hurting by then that I can just cancel the appointment, but then again, he didn't say what he is going to do if it is still hurting by then, and honestly, I have a pretty strong feeling that it will still be hurting by then, so if it is STILL hurting then, I don't know ...
More tests???
Another MRI???
Another operation, and seriously, and there's that word seriously again, today was the first time that I realized, and I have nothing to base this on, just a gut feeling, that I might have to have another operation, which sucks.
And did I tell you that I think that I've finally gotten all the statements from my insurance company, and that the total cost for everything came to around $12,000.00.
Yeah, that's a lot of mooooooolah.
A one night stay in the hospital was over $7,500.00 alone, and the surgeon was like another $2,500.00, and then there's the anesthesiologist(sic), and various and sundry other expenses.
I mean, damn, I'm lucky I have insurance, but how in the world can someone who doesn't have insurance, or who doesn't qualify for government assistance, how in the world can they afford health care costs ... THEY CAN'T!!!
All of a sudden I don't hurt so bad.
Ok, I still hurt bad, but not so bad.
I wonder if i spelled anesthesiologist correctly?
I did after spellcheck.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
I'll take Matty Groves for the block
My new favorite Bettie Page picture.
And speaking about Nick Drake, since he recorded in the early 70s, you'd think that I would be familiar with him, you would, wouldn't you, I mean, I'm all about the early 70s, but no, I'm not familiar with him at all, I mean, before a year or two ago I hadn't even heard of him, and before tonight, when I downloaded his Pink Moon album I had never even HEARD him, and guess what, I hadn't missed a thing, I mean seriously if I had to throw a lifesaver to a drowning British Folkie, I'd throw it to Donovan, or Bert Jansch, or Sandy Denny, before I'd throw it to Nick Drake, I mean, even if Nick Drake was treading water, and waving his hands to get my attention, and yelling out ...
Hey, a little help here
I still wouldn't throw it to him.
And speaking about Nick Drake, since he recorded in the early 70s, you'd think that I would be familiar with him, you would, wouldn't you, I mean, I'm all about the early 70s, but no, I'm not familiar with him at all, I mean, before a year or two ago I hadn't even heard of him, and before tonight, when I downloaded his Pink Moon album I had never even HEARD him, and guess what, I hadn't missed a thing, I mean seriously if I had to throw a lifesaver to a drowning British Folkie, I'd throw it to Donovan, or Bert Jansch, or Sandy Denny, before I'd throw it to Nick Drake, I mean, even if Nick Drake was treading water, and waving his hands to get my attention, and yelling out ...
Hey, a little help here
I still wouldn't throw it to him.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Invention is the necessity of mothers
Ok, when I was stationed on the island of Crete I had a black friend named Wally. I guess we were both kind of outsiders, he was the only black guy, and I was the only boz, so we just sort of meshed.
We really had nothing in common. He spent his free time playing basketball badly, and getting high, while I spent my free time listening to the Jefferson Airplane and Bob Dylan and looking for secret ways to sneak into the library so no one would notice me.
We sat next to each other at work, and we would talk, and play scenes on each other, and then sometimes after a last night of working midnights we'd stop in at the airman's club and drink two for one beers at a quarter a round till we got good and drunk and yadda yadda yadda.
But really, we never hung around too much. It seems that whenever we got any free time Wally would just sort of disappear for a day or two at a time, like BAM off the face of the earth, but he'd always show up just when we were scheduled to go back to work.
Then one night, while we were on break, I was standing in the hallway of the dorm smoking a cigarette and shooting the breeze with the guy across the hall. Anyway, while we were talking Wally comes busting into the dorm and he was really high, and I don't mean normal high, he was paranoid, freaky look in his eye high. He stopped but didn't say anything, he just sort of stood there all weird and freaked out. I asked him what was up and he pulled out a switchblade and stuck it against my throat and started ranting about how the white man was the devil and ... you know that whole H Rap Brown, Malcom X, Angela Davis thing.
The guy across the hall got all bug eyed and was totally freaking out, and yeah, I was scared too, ok, I was petrified, but I knew Wally was just playing a scene, we were always playing scenes on each other at work, and this was not much different than any of his other scenes, the only difference was this was the first time he had ever stuck a knife against my throat, and since he was so high, I thought he might slip or something, and arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, slit my throat from ear to ear, but I was able to humor him, you know, I started playing a scene on him, I was playing the space cowboy to his black militant and yeah, he started laughing, and after a few minutes he got bored, or tired, or maybe he just came to his senses, and he put his knife away, and went to his room and went to bed.
Now I can't even pretend to know what happened to Wally that night, but I do know that the next time he disappeared for a couple of nights he disappeared for good!
Maybe I shouldn't post this.
We really had nothing in common. He spent his free time playing basketball badly, and getting high, while I spent my free time listening to the Jefferson Airplane and Bob Dylan and looking for secret ways to sneak into the library so no one would notice me.
We sat next to each other at work, and we would talk, and play scenes on each other, and then sometimes after a last night of working midnights we'd stop in at the airman's club and drink two for one beers at a quarter a round till we got good and drunk and yadda yadda yadda.
But really, we never hung around too much. It seems that whenever we got any free time Wally would just sort of disappear for a day or two at a time, like BAM off the face of the earth, but he'd always show up just when we were scheduled to go back to work.
Then one night, while we were on break, I was standing in the hallway of the dorm smoking a cigarette and shooting the breeze with the guy across the hall. Anyway, while we were talking Wally comes busting into the dorm and he was really high, and I don't mean normal high, he was paranoid, freaky look in his eye high. He stopped but didn't say anything, he just sort of stood there all weird and freaked out. I asked him what was up and he pulled out a switchblade and stuck it against my throat and started ranting about how the white man was the devil and ... you know that whole H Rap Brown, Malcom X, Angela Davis thing.
The guy across the hall got all bug eyed and was totally freaking out, and yeah, I was scared too, ok, I was petrified, but I knew Wally was just playing a scene, we were always playing scenes on each other at work, and this was not much different than any of his other scenes, the only difference was this was the first time he had ever stuck a knife against my throat, and since he was so high, I thought he might slip or something, and arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, slit my throat from ear to ear, but I was able to humor him, you know, I started playing a scene on him, I was playing the space cowboy to his black militant and yeah, he started laughing, and after a few minutes he got bored, or tired, or maybe he just came to his senses, and he put his knife away, and went to his room and went to bed.
Now I can't even pretend to know what happened to Wally that night, but I do know that the next time he disappeared for a couple of nights he disappeared for good!
Maybe I shouldn't post this.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Dr Marvin, Dr Leo Marvin!!!
Oh, man, I hurt tonight, my neck hurts, my right elbow hurts, and while I was waiting for this page to load the little finger on my right hand started to hurt, and I took a pain pill a couple of hours ago, and it hasn't helped a bit, of course maybe it has helped a bit, I mean without the pain pill maybe the finger next to the little finger on my right hand would be hurting too, and it's after three in the morning, and I should be asleep, but I started watching the movie What About Bob, which could just as easily be called What About Boz, because honest to god, it is all about me, and did I mention that I'm not wearing any underpants, I'm not naked or anything, I have quite a few clothes on, I'm just not wearing any underpants, and now I'm getting hungry, and I'm starting to worry that I might be watching too much reality tv, I mean, I watched the final episode of BB7 on Tuesday, and then I watched six reruns of Survivor Palau on OLN on Tuesday and Wednesday, and I'm seriously thinking about watching the new season of Survivor that starts tonight, I mean, how could I not watch it, there's four different ethnic groups I can make fun of, and yeah, I can't forget The Amazing Race, that starts on Sunday, which I have never watched before, but the commercials make it sound so good, and it has won an Emmy or two, which is television's highest honor, and I'm not sure but I think one of the contestants is a gay Muslim beauty contest winner with only one leg, and speaking about Muslims, and we were, weren't we, how come there isn't a team made up of Arab Americans on the new season of Survivor, oh, I think we know how come, don't we.
Also, I've got gum, sugar free cool green apple gum, and when you've got gum you've got everything.
Also, I've got gum, sugar free cool green apple gum, and when you've got gum you've got everything.
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