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Bush/Cheney slogans for ’04

Circulating the Internet. Some of these might be fun to plug into this tool that khaosworks pointed to earlier.

Bush/Cheney ’04: Compassionate Colonialism
Bush/Cheney ’04: Because the truth just isn’t good enough.
Bush/Cheney ’04: Four More Wars!
Bush/Cheney ’04: In your heart, you know they’re technically correct.
Bush/Cheney ’04: Putting the “con” in conservatism
Bush/Cheney ’04: Thanks for not paying attention.
Bush/Cheney ’04: The last vote you’ll ever have to cast.
Bush/Cheney ’04: Asses of Evil
Bush/Cheney ’04: Don’t think. Vote Bush!
Bush/Cheney ’04: Apocalypse Now!
Bush/Cheney ’04: Deja-voodoo all over again!
Bush/Cheney ’04: Leave no billionaire behind
Bush/Cheney ’04: Lies and videotape but no sex!
Bush/Cheney ’04: Or else.
Bush/Cheney ’04: The economy’s stupid!
Bush/Cheney ’04: This time, elect us!
Bush/Cheney ’04: We’re Gooder!
Bush/Cheney ’04: WWJB: Who would Jesus Bomb?

Bush/Cheney: 1984 Now

George W. Bush: Leadership without a doubt
George W. Bush: The buck stops Over There
George W. Bush: A brainwave away from the presidency
George W. Bush: It takes a village idiot

Vote Bush in ’04: “I Has Incumbentory Advantitude”
Vote Bush in ’04: “Because every vote counts — for me!”
Vote Bush in ’04: “Because I’m the President, that’s why!”
Vote Bush in ’04: Because dictatorship is easier.
Vote Bush in ’04: It’s a no-brainer!

Ovaries replenlish eggs, study suggests

Diane Duane (outofambit) points to article in the Boston Globe about a study which indicates that one of the things we thought we knew about the function of mammalian reproduction may be fundamentally wrong:

In a finding that could someday revolutionize fertility treatments, researchers yesterday reported evidence that appears to topple a decades-old tenet of reproductive biology: that girls are born with all the eggs they’ll ever have, a pool that dwindles and degenerates with age.

[…]

Clearly, they needed even better evidence. They gathered more. In particular, they took a mouse that had been genetically engineered so that every cell in its body glowed green under fluorescent light, cut its ovary in half, and grafted onto it pieces of a normal mouse’s ovary.

In three or four weeks, they found green-glowing eggs that had been surrounded by a layer of nongreen supporting cells to make what is called a follicle. That mixture, Tilly said, indicated that green egg stem cells had migrated into the nongreen pieces of ovary and started to produce new eggs that then attracted the supporting cells they needed to form follicles.

If the study can be reproduced and substantiated, this could be a truly revolutionary development in biology. Very nifty!

Pictures of an Exhibitionist

Vectored from rjmwell among others:

Go to Google images and search on your first name; post the first interesting picture you find.

Character Cleaner

If you’ve ever had a problem with transferring text from an application like Microsoft Word to an all-text medium, due to Word’s fetish with “smart quotes” and other silliness, check out The Character Cleaner, which will convert the special characters into straight-text suitable for using on webpages.

(Found via jimhenleyrss)

Interests meme

Take the first letter of the username of the person from who you gather this meme, go to your interests list, and then post all your interests which begin with that letter.

Well, since I vectored this from fairestcat, that yields:

fairy tales, fan fiction, fandom, fantasy, filk, filk conventions, filk music, filkers, filkhaven, filking, firefly, flirting, folk, folk music, folk tales, folklore, food, free speech, and friends.

The Neuroscience of Morality

aolscalzi links to a facinating article in Discover magazine about the fledgling studies of the neuroscience of moral reasoning.

Excerpt:
Many of the world’s great conflicts may be rooted in such neuronal differences, Greene says, which may explain why the conflicts seem so intractable. “We have people who are talking past each other, thinking the other people are either incredibly dumb or willfully blind to what’s right in front of them,” Greene says. “It’s not just that people disagree, it?s that they have a hard time imagining how anyone could disagree on this point that seems so obvious.” Some people wonder how anyone could possibly tolerate abortion. Others wonder how women could possibly go out in public without covering their faces. The answer may be that their brains simply don’t work the same: Genes, culture, and personal experience have wired their moral circuitry in different patterns.

Doctor Update

Left work again at 2 to try once again to see a doctor about my ear. This time, things went fairly smoothly. Ended up seeing the same ENT’s office that I saw for my ear infections last summer, but I still had to fill out all the paperwork again.

Once I finally got seen, the nice doctor was able to flush out the obstruction and I can HEAR again! yay. Being half-deaf was very alarming, and not something I really want to go through again soon.

I also got to talk to the doctor about my ongoing sinus problems, and he’s agreed to see if we can make an impact on them. I have a prescription for a nasal steroid and an appointment to see him again in a month. Going back to square one with a new doctor gives me some hope that maybe this time we’ll make some progress.

We’ll see. Meanwhile, I feel much better now that my ears are empty and unblocked. Especially since the post brought me new CDs to listen to. I now have a replacement copy for the soundtrack from Spinal Tap, the soundtrack from Avenue Q, and Billy Bragg and Wilco’s Mermaid Avenue and Mermaid Avenue Volume II.

Those last two I’d been looking forward to for a long time. If you haven’t heard the story, basically, they took a bunch of unrecorded Woodie Guthrie lyrics that had been found among the late folksinger’s papers and effects, set them to music, and recorded them. Some really nice stuff on the first one, so far.

Of course, it all makes sense now!


This Modern World

The Doctor Follies

When they decided to refer to me an ENT yesterday, they chose the specific doctor to refer me to based on the fact that it was an office I’d been a patient of in the past. This would be easier for everyone, since I already knew them, they already knew me, I would be in their system, and so forth. This made a lot of sense, even if it meant having to drive down to Sandy Springs rather than finding an ENT who was actually in Alpharetta.

So this morning, I drove down to the Mount Vernon Medical Centre…a familiar drive, since I went to see this particular doctor every 2-4 weeks for over six months. I parked, took the elevator to the third floor, walked around to the corner office….and they weren’t there. It was another doctor’s office.

Hrm, says I. Oh well, maybe I misremembered the floor. So I tried again on the fourth floor, the fifth, the second. Having worked my way back to the lobby, I consult the directory, and discover the reason I cannot find them.

They aren’t there. They’ve moved out of the building.

Admittedly, it’s been a year almost since the last time I was here. Checking the referral form, I find no address, but a phone number. So I call it.

Amazingly, in 2004, you cannot actually speak to a human being at a doctor’s office. Not knowing which of their several locations I wanted to get directions to from the voicemail menu, I tried to connect to their appointment line. And waited on hold. For 20 minutes. All the while being assured that there was “one call in front” of me.

Giving up, I called my primary physician’s referral coordinator and left her a message, and then drove to his office, where I sat in the lobby until she was free to see me. To her credit, she’s always been extra-special-wonderful, and managed to get me a new appointment for 2:30 pm IN Alpharetta, at a location that I actually know the address of. So life is better than it was.

But what a frustrating, and ultimately wasted, morning.

Ah, romance…


Raising Duncan by Chris Browne

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