Lose Friends And Influence People

I had planned on not attending my high school reunion for various reasons, most of them encapsulated in the name of my blog. My two friends from high school, though, are planning on attending, and I think it's possible that I may join them, so now, I'm going to have to try and get ready. It's too late to have an actual career, or an accomplishment, so first on the agenda, try and improve my Klout score.

Don't Be Late

There are sixty thousand pacemakers connected to the Internet.
The idea is that doctors can monitor their patients and change the pacemaker's settings remotely, making life better for all concerned. If someone doesn't just turn the patients off.
Also some brain implants are connected. But don't worry about that, as if they'd let you.

I Just Completed A New York Times Crossword

That might not impress you since it was a Monday puzzle.
I just got back from a 14.6 mile bike ride to train for the Tour de Cure. Still nothing? How about this? According to a recent test, I scored in the 99th percentile for cardiac coronary calcification. Uh huh, that's right, there's only one percentile with more calcium, and he's a skeleton.

Going Full Circle, EEWWW

According to neuroscientist, Rachel Herz, disgust is a luxury since only people that have choices can afford to turn up their noses. And a quick internet search reveals that a lot of CEO's are living lives of disgusting luxury.

I Don't Actually Know Ten People

So, I'll just mention this here:
http://us2.campaign-archive2.com/?u=5ae5cbeb872e363926c378876&id=e5ead9205e&e=d849f7fe1c

It's Spring. Maybe They Need A New Almanac

I bet Afghans would be happier if they called this planting season, not fighting season.

There's A Reason Bing Crosby Didn't Sing, "I'm Dreaming Of A White Easter"

Late this afternoon,  Holy Saturday 2012, we finally broke the record for the most snow to ever fall in a winter here in Anchorage. Earlier today, I had asked a retired meteorologist living on my route if we had broken the record. He told me that we hadn't, and he didn't care anymore if we did, he just wanted it to stop snowing. I told him, "You don't need a weatherman, to know it's snowed too much."

There's a Santa still standing across the street, and even his smile is starting to look a little forced.

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No Earthworms Being Handy...

A writer at Discover Magazine, has dissected recent published studies lauding chocolate and excoriating red meat. His take; the studies are seriously flawed, confusing correlation for causation. Seriously flawed, and seriously disappointing, too. I already eat very little red meat, but woe betide the oat that crosses my path. I started putting a tablet of baker's chocolate into my oatmeal last week, medicinally, it was baker's chocolate, but it may have been just as healthy to eat Girl Scout's chocolate, or even earthworms, which might explain the shortage. I hate to think that once again, I'm going to be a roll model like I was in grade school where Karen Savage used to poke me in the stomach and say, "Poppin' Fresh"
A link from the Discover post, cited studies of tongue slips, and said that in a recent speech, even though it sounded like Santorum was about to call Obama  a very fraught word, "to use speech errors as evidence of his deeply held sentiments is about as scientific as dunking a woman into the river to see if she floats before declaring her a witch," something else that Santorum believes in.
Production Notes
1  Part of the motivation for this post was the chance to say, "Woe betide"
2  I guess if oats are crossing my path, instead of the other way around, the fear might also flow the other way.
3 I almost said "bad" word, but fraught sounded much better to me.

Death Be Not Ironic

We are leaving in a few minutes to pick up our new wills. Ha, ha, the only way we can afford them is if one of us dies on the way.

Life In A Northern Town

The other day, my sister told me that it was 45˚in Anchorage, Hemet, and Seattle at the same time. I bet we were the only ones who appreciated it. Here are some Palm Sunday photos from our back yard, or, Mountain Ash Sunday, as the moose think of it. Note that the snow is deep enough, still, that the moose's feet are even with the eave of the shed. Also, if you could find why we have a dressmaker's dummy standing in the window of our garage, please let me know. Seriously, why do we?