Drew’s Inner Dialogue

I’ve been overhauling my photo album, and I came across this photo from a few years ago. Our medical school class had a halloween bowling party, and I had just started using my original Digital Rebel. I spotted this guy in the arcade, and had to snap a shot.

Of course, it immediately reminded me of the song, “Cows With Guns”, by Dana Lyons, which I first heard in 1999 at Duke.

You owe it to yourself to track down this song, and actually listen to the lyrics. It’s “moo-tacular”, whatever that means…

So…last Thursday I swung by the house for some food between rounding at the hospital and reporting for clinic in the afternoon. Spike, as usual, walks from the garage to the back yard with me, and what do I see?

Two unexpected guests swimming around in the pool like they owned the place. I didn’t chase them away, as I figured they wouldn’t be coming back anyway, and I wanted to grab my camera for some shots.

At first, Spike was so focused on getting pet that he didn’t notice them swimming around on the other side of the pool (he can’t get to that side because of the invisible fence). Once he did spot them, he crouched at the edge of the pool, whipped his tail around, and did that teeth chattering thing cats do when hunting.

[http://elliston.net/drew/photoalbum.php?g2_view=core.ShowItem&g2_itemId=67|Oh - the couple was a pair of Mallard ducks.]

How many psychiatrists does it take to change a lightbulb?

Just one, but the lightbulb has to truly want to change.

Ack! Next time I get the urge to visit Home Depot on a Memorial Day, someone slap me upside the head.

It was like trying to park at a mall on Christmas Eve. Once I got inside, I had to weave through wide individuals who congregated in the aisles with all of their carts, stretch over carts to grab a few things, and weave back to the front of the store.

Normally, I actually enjoy a visit to the Depot. Not this time, although I did get the irrigation parts I needed.