Today was our usual lunch out with friends at the usual Subway. Today instead of my usual BMT or Cold Cut Trio I decided to try something new. I told the girl behind the glass that I would like a 6″ Cheese Steak Sub on white. Her question to me was, “Do you want cheese on that?” I guess that particular sandwich was new to her too.
I’ve always been a lover of sci-fi. Growing up I had a few favorite authors and one of them was Isaac Asimov. I was eagerly awaiting this summer’s release of a movie based on his robot stories, I Robot. After seeing the first trailer with it’s The Who soundtrack and it’s Apple-likeness (I wonder how much they had to pay Steve Jobs for that?) I was stoked. But the newer ones aimed at drawing in the action crowd seem so against type from my memories of Asimov’s books/stories that maybe I won’t enjoy the flick at all. That may just be me though, as from at all the clips at TheMovieBox.Net the movie looks awesome.
All this got me thinking about those 3 Laws of Robotics the Asimov wrote way back when. Maybe, just maybe, this world would be a lot better place if we just changed the word robot in them to man:
1) A man may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
2) A man must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
3) A man must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.
Our county coroner recently passed away suddenly. She will be replaced in the next general election and the signs of the wannabes are popping up all over the place. First: This is an elected office? I know I don’t pay much attention to politics, but what kind of power does a Coroner have? Second: Why are there so many people trying to win this position? The only thing I can figure is there must be some new reality TV show about coroners that is committed to be filmed here with whoever ends up in the job.
If it didn’t, would they have made Tic-Tacs 30% larger?
There was a 50% off coupon in today’s paper from Goody’s. I thought goody, I need a new pair of jeans and we were going shopping tonight. Uh, oh, it is only good on Saturday morning from 9AM until 1PM. No problem I can wait. What’s this in the fine print? Good on almost anything in the store! Cool. Excludes clearance, cosmetics, electronics, denim, Dockers, athletic shoes, Goody’s Giftcard purchases, Y.E.S. value items, fine jewelry, fragrances, tuxedos rentals. Shouldn’t that have read “Good on almost nothing in the store!”? Into the trash that coupon goes.
Yesterday I had a colonoscopy boys and girls. You don’t need to look that up in any medical dictionary, colon + scope, means they were looking at my innards from the inside. The worse part is the prep. If you have had it done, you know what I’m talking about and if you haven’t, I don’t want to spoil the fun.
During the actual procedure they sedate you and depending on who you talk to who has had it done, that means anything from knocked out to partly aware. When the nurse put the needle full of fuzzy juice into the IV she said to me, “Now think of someplace pleasant you would like to be.” I started to decide which place I thought I would like when the next thing I knew I was coming to in the recovery area. And when I say coming to, I really mean just peeking my head above the fog.
The next few hours I was in and out. I remember my wife feeding me cookies and a Diet Dr. Pepper. My next memory is of being helped out of the wheelchair into the Miata. There is a brief window into lucidity at the CVS where I picked out a book to read. I remember reading some of it during my doctor prescribed bath. I read a little more on the couch before putting it down to go take a 2 hour nap. I was “sedated” at around 1:30 and it wasn’t until around 7:30 that continuous memory was regained. When I went in tonight to get the book I kind of figured that I would have to start all over reading it again, I did, but I didn’t have far to go, the dog eared page marking where I stopped last night was page number two.
Had a minor outpatient procedure done at the hospital today. After driving myself there, Donna had to drive me home and as a special treat she put the top down for me. I love driving the Miata, but it sure was fun over in the right seat too. You get to see so much more and until they start making those George Jetson bubble roof cars you poor suckers in your SUVs will have to lead much shallower lives.
With apologies to Brian Damage:
[x] I’ve been banded
[ ] I’ve not been banded
I hope it doesn’t take three weeks to recover again, but I know that is wishful thinking because I am just a slow healer.