I Want A New Drug

After that last story, maybe we need another drug to prevent unwanted pregnancy in the first place. I think it should be called RU-469.

Onion Power

Pfizer, manufacturer of UR-86—dubbed the "last-morning-ever pill"—said the drug is intended only for occasions when the mind-set or politics of the mother threaten the life of the fetus.

"This drug is designed for extreme cases in which the mother cannot or should not be saved, or when her health has been placed before that of her unborn child," Pfizer spokesman Anthony Wright said.

One of the funnier Onions in a while.

He's The One

There's a discussion on FatWallet regarding a deal on the MovieBeam device (for $50). I pointed out that it might be worth buying just to cannabalize the drive. Then someone noted that the drive size was 160 GB. Then came this post with perhaps the funniest typo ever:

So in short $50 for a 160GB Hard Disk?

Its available in my area. I will rip hard dick out of it and use the box just to show off.

neo

Give A Oot

I feel like I have jet lag. I didn't get to sleep until around 2 this morning. I was leaning towards "cold" early yesterday but now I'm thinking it's just still allergies, coming for revenge since I stopped taking Claritin a couple days ago. I'm hoping a couple more Alien adventures will clear things up.

Meanwhile, I received this message on my computer this morning, after SP2 finished installing:Funny, I don't even remember my computer being ooted.

Blech

I hope you ate lunch already.

After not sleeping most of the night, I finally snuck in a couple hours early this morning, had some hot mint tea and then got a solid 3 hours, waking after noon.

I feel like someone poured cement or epoxy into my sinuses. Just how big are those things any way? I tried flushing them out with warm saline but there seemed to be like a gallon of sludge up there. Fortunately, I did this in the shower because, after a few minutes, I looked like Alien, with crap dripping and dangling from my three facial orifices. Pleasant picture, right? At least my eyes don't feel like they going to shoot across room every time I open them.

Ain't No Jean Georges

My parents are driving around the country taking in some sites. Between St. Louis and Denver they overnighted in Kansas. At the Kansas welcome center someone had told them the place to get the best BBQ ribs and when they got to their hotel, what do you think they saw? A brand new branch of that BBQ restaurant right across the street. No need to ask around about where to eat tonight!

There was a long line of people outside but my parents were in no hurry. And, of course there's a big line, it's the best ribs around! They waited for quite awhile and every so often the PA would call out "So and So, time to put your brand on the bar!" My parents surmised this was the cowboy way of telling people that their table was ready.

My parents finally got to the front of the line and my dad informed the hostess that they were two.

Hostess: Oh, we're not open. We don't open 'til next week.
Dad: What?

Apparently, this was the pre-opening ceremony where people actually come in with their branding irons (which were plugged in, inside) and brand where they want to sit at the bar. I don't know where they ended up eating; probably Stuckey's or something.

Fuzzy Slippers

If you haven't seen Grizzly Man or In Her Shoes and you don't want to be influenced by what I have to say about them then stop reading now!

Grizzly Man is a documentary about a guy (Tim Treadwell) who can't deal with reality and essentially gets addicted to (and then eaten by) bears. I found it poorly put together (even worse than this review). The description (by, I presume, the medical examiner) of the audio tape of Treadwell being killed by a bear while yelling at his girlfriend to run and her staying, pounding the bear on the head with skillet, is truly horrifying. But then, at the end of the description, I can't figure out what's worse, the description or the M.E. The whole movie kind of comes off as an unintentional (or maybe not) freakshow.

As disappointing as Grizzly Man was, that's how surprisingly good In Her Shoes was. I won't give away any of the plot but it is simply an emotional rollercoaster. Bring tissues.