My favorite shows:
1) The Office
2) (a very close second) Scrubs
3) 30 Rock
4) My Name is Earl
5) A bunch of others - Pushing Up Daisies and Big Bang Theory are recent finds that are pretty good.
Guilty pleasures - So You Think You Can Dance, Biggest Loser
Show that must die soon...
American Idol. How does this show get 4-5 hours every week?
The writers' strike needs to end. If I miss the final season of Scrubs, I'll be ticked.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Mitt wins Michigan...pandering
So Mitt Romney won Michigan last night. I'm glad--I like Mitt and I think his abilities and accomplishments outshine anyone from either party. I also think he hasn't been treated very fairly by the media, and it's always nice to see them eat their words. It's funny--this victory was treated as a resuscitation to his campaign, despite the fact that he was leading in delegates going into Michigan.
BUT...he has this nasty habit of pandering. The media has picked up on this and run with it, and he hasn't done much to discourage it. Joining the NRA, claiming he's a lifelong hunter, reminiscing about watching his dad march with MLK, denying that he called McCain's immigration policy "amnesty", "changing [his] mind" on abortion...the list goes on and on. Now he's telling Michigan voters that he'll fight to get their auto manufacturing jobs back.
Uh...they're not coming back. And Mitt knows it. You can't pay a high school graduate 100K+ to bend a piece of sheet metal all day and expect to compete. So, exactly how is he going to fight for those jobs? Did he change his mind about unions too?
The irony is that he didn't really need to do any of this. He's smart, charismatic, well-spoken, and has a great record. Why open himself up like this? It'd be really nice if the Mormon candidate was the one known for being straightforward and honest, and not the guy that'll say or do anything for a vote.
Interesting quiz online to help you decide who to vote for: http://www.gotoquiz.com/candidates/2008-quiz.html
Chelsea's top candidate? Hillary Clinton.
Hehehe.
BUT...he has this nasty habit of pandering. The media has picked up on this and run with it, and he hasn't done much to discourage it. Joining the NRA, claiming he's a lifelong hunter, reminiscing about watching his dad march with MLK, denying that he called McCain's immigration policy "amnesty", "changing [his] mind" on abortion...the list goes on and on. Now he's telling Michigan voters that he'll fight to get their auto manufacturing jobs back.
Uh...they're not coming back. And Mitt knows it. You can't pay a high school graduate 100K+ to bend a piece of sheet metal all day and expect to compete. So, exactly how is he going to fight for those jobs? Did he change his mind about unions too?
The irony is that he didn't really need to do any of this. He's smart, charismatic, well-spoken, and has a great record. Why open himself up like this? It'd be really nice if the Mormon candidate was the one known for being straightforward and honest, and not the guy that'll say or do anything for a vote.
Interesting quiz online to help you decide who to vote for: http://www.gotoquiz.com/candidates/2008-quiz.html
Chelsea's top candidate? Hillary Clinton.
Hehehe.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
My first post...
I recently finished a book by Patricia Grimes called "Just Trying to Save A Few Lives", or something like that (it's funny...I remember the author's name but not the title of the book--maybe she should have just titled it "Grimy stories"), and it gave me the idea that I need to start keeping track of these encounters for....something (posterity? book deal? sanity?). So, at risk of becoming the third wheel at Chelsea's female blogging club, I'm going to interject here and there.
But now that I'm typing, I'm sort of at a loss as to where to begin. I get the request for a story all the time when I tell someone what I do, and I seem to always be at this same loss. The problem is that nearly all of the stories that come to mind either are either really morbid/tragic or involve objects inserted into bodily orifices where they shouldn't (and you would often think--couldn't) fit.
Well, there's the Thanksgiving that I spent in the "thumb" of Michigan where I sent home a little girl who had a cold with her mom and older brother, only to see her come back by ambulance with her mother 45 minutes later, brother decapitated in a car accident, mother with a displaced elbow fracture and screaming "Where is my son? What happened to my son?" (do I tell her? or do I just sedate her so she doesn't permanently wreck her arm?) , and little girl trying to act brave through it all, and then having to contact the divorced father across the state to tell him his son is dead, all this with one nurse and six other patients wondering why I'm taking so long to get to them...
Sort of a conversation killer.
I don't want to have the reputation of "the weird doctor who works at night all the time and pssst...I think it's gotten to him." So, while I'm sure I'll hit the "slipped in the shower and happened to land right on this hairdryer" stories, I would like to record some of the everyday entertaining encounters that make me love my job.
But I really don't know where to begin. The story I really want to tell, the one that's timely and hilariously funny (as opposed to just funny), falls into that second category and will probably make everyone wonder just what kind of guy Chelsea is now stuck with forever. I'm sure I'll get around to it in a few weeks when everyone has learned to skip my posts, but it's really not a good icebreaker. So for now, it's a slow Tuesday morning shift (the kind I rarely get as the low guy on the totem pole) and maybe something will walk through the door and give me something to talk about.
But now that I'm typing, I'm sort of at a loss as to where to begin. I get the request for a story all the time when I tell someone what I do, and I seem to always be at this same loss. The problem is that nearly all of the stories that come to mind either are either really morbid/tragic or involve objects inserted into bodily orifices where they shouldn't (and you would often think--couldn't) fit.
Well, there's the Thanksgiving that I spent in the "thumb" of Michigan where I sent home a little girl who had a cold with her mom and older brother, only to see her come back by ambulance with her mother 45 minutes later, brother decapitated in a car accident, mother with a displaced elbow fracture and screaming "Where is my son? What happened to my son?" (do I tell her? or do I just sedate her so she doesn't permanently wreck her arm?) , and little girl trying to act brave through it all, and then having to contact the divorced father across the state to tell him his son is dead, all this with one nurse and six other patients wondering why I'm taking so long to get to them...
Sort of a conversation killer.
I don't want to have the reputation of "the weird doctor who works at night all the time and pssst...I think it's gotten to him." So, while I'm sure I'll hit the "slipped in the shower and happened to land right on this hairdryer" stories, I would like to record some of the everyday entertaining encounters that make me love my job.
But I really don't know where to begin. The story I really want to tell, the one that's timely and hilariously funny (as opposed to just funny), falls into that second category and will probably make everyone wonder just what kind of guy Chelsea is now stuck with forever. I'm sure I'll get around to it in a few weeks when everyone has learned to skip my posts, but it's really not a good icebreaker. So for now, it's a slow Tuesday morning shift (the kind I rarely get as the low guy on the totem pole) and maybe something will walk through the door and give me something to talk about.
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