If I try to direct blog traffic away from elle::est::belle:la:seine:la:seine:elle::est::belle and toward something I find noteworthy, there aren't going to be any resultant traffic jams. Still, from time to time I fall in love with a blog that appeared out of the blue, some place I landed by accident on one of my crazy-ass searches.
Like: How can I apply Bob Dylan's The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll in a way to express my contempt for the Weeper of the House, John "Crybaby" Boehner?
Like: Cure for moat algae infestation, kind of a muted aubergine with bright red moving specks. That won't harm the finish on The Captain's submarine.
Like: naked women xxx [My blog usually turns up on the first or second page of a Google search using these terms. Also, if you plug in "red," and do a Google image search, my use of a very red graphic is now featured toward the top of page two. It was used to illustrate a very important post that culminated in a group sing-along of De colores. Funny, Fred and I were just a-warblin' away, putting our unusual vocal stylings all over that perky classic the other night. It's the only song besides I Dreamed I Saw Joe Hill Last Night that he and the Militant Lesbian Feminist Existentialists can agree is appropriate music for Sunday services.]
Umm. I've been awake for a long time now. Going on 40 hours. Okay, I took two naps totalling 1.5 hours
-- both were achieved by judicious overdose. I share this information because of how dangerous it is to start talking about blog discoveries and being ostentatious enough to start giving recommendations.
Yeah, well, whose blog is it, anyway?
But, please, Lord, don't let all 51 of my subscribers** rush over to New Nurse in the Hood's place, just because an insomniac in a ShitFest of Pain recommends it -- lest the internet tip over.
Why read ER blogs at all if you are not in the health care profession? I am health-obsessed, obviously, as I don't have any. But aside from that, they serve as an excellent reminder of two things:
1. These are intelligent, spirited people with unique insights into what makes people do, say, and think the things that they do, say, and think. If the nurse/doctor/tech writes well, also, that's just a dandy combination of talent that shouldn't be ignored.
2. When I am considering going to the ER, I only need to spend 5 minutes on an ER blog for complete dissuasion of the notion. I figure medical bloggers have done more to keep me out of the hospital and emergency department (nod to WhiteCoat***) than the combined efforts of the best medical team in the world and the complete ingested products of Big Pharma.
***See the end of this post by Nurse K for an explanation of ER versus ED. And yes, I DO see similarities between "New Nurse" and the inimitable Nurse K... but I also see more soul and less asking-readers-for-money to buy a freaking refrigerator (or *whatever*). I'm just sayin'.
Honestly picked at random from my Google Reader is this piece, from July 31:
So go visit. You'll bust a gut. And probably end up in the ER. Uhh, ED. Whatever.
Man, I sure am using "Google" at the drop of a hat. Hmm. I wonder if that could be because I am scared of losing my current 27% profit on GOOG come Monday at about, ohhhh, 9.31 am, Wall Street time? Ya think?
Like: How can I apply Bob Dylan's The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll in a way to express my contempt for the Weeper of the House, John "Crybaby" Boehner?
Like: Cure for moat algae infestation, kind of a muted aubergine with bright red moving specks. That won't harm the finish on The Captain's submarine.
Like: naked women xxx [My blog usually turns up on the first or second page of a Google search using these terms. Also, if you plug in "red," and do a Google image search, my use of a very red graphic is now featured toward the top of page two. It was used to illustrate a very important post that culminated in a group sing-along of De colores. Funny, Fred and I were just a-warblin' away, putting our unusual vocal stylings all over that perky classic the other night. It's the only song besides I Dreamed I Saw Joe Hill Last Night that he and the Militant Lesbian Feminist Existentialists can agree is appropriate music for Sunday services.]
Umm. I've been awake for a long time now. Going on 40 hours. Okay, I took two naps totalling 1.5 hours
-- both were achieved by judicious overdose. I share this information because of how dangerous it is to start talking about blog discoveries and being ostentatious enough to start giving recommendations.
Yeah, well, whose blog is it, anyway?
But, please, Lord, don't let all 51 of my subscribers** rush over to New Nurse in the Hood's place, just because an insomniac in a ShitFest of Pain recommends it -- lest the internet tip over.
** Plus the naked women xxx crowd from Israel, Dubai, Wisconsin, and Tajikistan [plus virtually all of the former Soviet Socialist Republics and every nationalized islamic society].I ran into her as most of us run into new people in the blogosphere (it being such a small and cozy place 'n all): via one of her comments. She exuded Good Snark. She made me laugh out loud, and I like that.
Why read ER blogs at all if you are not in the health care profession? I am health-obsessed, obviously, as I don't have any. But aside from that, they serve as an excellent reminder of two things:
1. These are intelligent, spirited people with unique insights into what makes people do, say, and think the things that they do, say, and think. If the nurse/doctor/tech writes well, also, that's just a dandy combination of talent that shouldn't be ignored.
2. When I am considering going to the ER, I only need to spend 5 minutes on an ER blog for complete dissuasion of the notion. I figure medical bloggers have done more to keep me out of the hospital and emergency department (nod to WhiteCoat***) than the combined efforts of the best medical team in the world and the complete ingested products of Big Pharma.
***See the end of this post by Nurse K for an explanation of ER versus ED. And yes, I DO see similarities between "New Nurse" and the inimitable Nurse K... but I also see more soul and less asking-readers-for-money to buy a freaking refrigerator (or *whatever*). I'm just sayin'.
Honestly picked at random from my Google Reader is this piece, from July 31:
I Just Had to Know
So, after a couple of years working in the ER I for the most part have learned to stop asking why. Why? Because what does it really matter, most of the time?
Why did you insert that particular object in that particular place? Does the answer make a difference as to how you remove it? Why did you continue to eat sloppy joes after you had been vomiting? Is there a good answer to this question? Why did you choose to get on the roof to get drunk? It doesn't really change the big ass head laceration at this point, so what the hell do I care?
Yup, now I'm like, "Oh, the old flashlight in the butthole, eh? Cool. Well, let's get that taken out for you. Next please."
Until tonight, when we got the drunk driver found in the car by EMS wearing a shirt, but no pants. We're clearing him from the backboard and without even thinking, I just blurted out, "What happened to your pants, bro?" Everyone in the room started laughing hysterically, because they all know, as I do, that it's pointless to ask- they all thought I was just screwing with the dude. But no, I was just really curious what was going on that he was driving around with no pants on. But alas, there was not a good answer.
Oh well.
So go visit. You'll bust a gut. And probably end up in the ER. Uhh, ED. Whatever.
Always remember and never forget:
"If you never did you should. These things are fun and fun is good."
Man, I sure am using "Google" at the drop of a hat. Hmm. I wonder if that could be because I am scared of losing my current 27% profit on GOOG come Monday at about, ohhhh, 9.31 am, Wall Street time? Ya think?
