Dear Technical Support Lackey-
When i called you to tell you that I had a virus on my office computer you were perfectly kind and understanding, thank you for that. However, when you told me that i needed to reimage the hard drive and that you were sending me the disks to do so, it was UNFAIR to send me three disks when only 2 of them were going to function. I have now BRICKED my office computer and my boss is SO happy, so thanks.
Kindly,
LongStory
Monday, October 20, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Etyology
I have been thinking recently, about the phrase "bless you." The phrase originates from the idea that when a person sneezes their soul escapes through their nose (some say it is because your heart skips a beat.) So my question is, since we now know that your heart doesn't skip a beat and i believe that most people don't think your soul leaks out of your nose when you sneeze. With that said, why do we all still say "bless you"? Is it just some human compulsion to be 'nice' to other people, even strangers? Or is it just something we have been taught that has developed into a human-kind neurosis?
Monday, October 6, 2008
Wow
So here i go...Today i got my letter accepting me into Tulane University's Medical School for the class of 2013. Here's to the parabolic flight that is med school. Maybe it will make my blogging become more interesting. Maybe it will just make me crazy who knows. While it feels really good to know what's going to happen in the next 5 years or so but, boy, it kinda sucks that i have to wait until June to actually start. Thanks you guys, for believing in me!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Requiem
Ruthie the Duck Girl dies of cancer at 74
by John Pope, The Times-Picayune Friday September 12, 2008, 10:36 PM
Ruthie the Duck Girl, a French Quarter eccentric who zoomed from bar to bar on roller skates, often wearing a ratty fur coat and long skirt and trailed by a duck or two, died Sept. 6 at Our Lady of the Lake Hospital in Baton Rouge. She was 74.
Ruthie, whose real name was Ruth Grace Moulon, had been suffering from cancer of the mouth and lungs when the residents of her Uptown New Orleans nursing home were evacuated to Baton Rouge as Hurricane Gustav approached, said Carol Cunningham, a close friend who watched over her for nearly 40 years.
"I've always looked at Ruthie like a little bird with a broken wing, " Cunningham said. "She was always so dear to me."
Miss Moulon, a lifelong New Orleanian, became a French Quarter fixture, achieving legendary status in a city that treasures people who live outside the mainstream. Along the way, she acquired a coterie of people like Cunningham who found places for her to live, paid her bills and made sure she got home at night.
A tiny woman with a constant grin, she frequently sported a bridal gown and veil on her forays because, people said, she considered herself engaged to Gary Moody, whom she met in New Orleans in 1963 when he was a sailor.
Moody showed up at a 2001 birthday party for Miss Moulon at Mid-City Lanes Rock 'N Bowl, but the two never got to the altar. According to a Times-Picayune interview that year, Miss Moulon had a stock reply whenever anyone asked if there might be a wedding in her future: "I got engaged; that's enough!"
In 1999, Rick Delaup made her the subject of a documentary, "Ruthie the Duck Girl."
Miss Moulon's daily routine consisted of roaming from one watering hole to another, mooching drinks and cigarettes. She could be sweet one minute and unleash a torrent of profanity the next.
Although people deemed Miss Moulon's behavior unconventional even by French Quarter standards, no one ever diagnosed her mental condition because she refused to see a doctor, David Cuthbert wrote in The Times-Picayune in 2001.
"She's not out of touch with reality; she's just not interested, " photographer David Richmond told The Times-Picayune.
Miss Moulon's mother, who put her daughter's hair in sausage curls to make her look like Shirley Temple, came up with the idea that little Ruthie should be a duck girl, Cunningham said.
"She dressed her in evening dresses and bought her skates, and she skated through the Quarter with these little ducks following, " Cunningham said.
Miss Moulon's mother, who grew up in rural Louisiana, initially let the ducks live in the house, although the two women sometimes fought over them, according to eccentricneworleans.com.
On that Web site, Myrl D'Arcy, an artist, described a visit to the house: "The duck's living in the bathtub, and the mother wanted to take a bath. Ruthie didn't want the mother to take the duck out of the bathtub because it would upset the duck."
In the documentary, artist George Dureau recalled a conversation with Miss Moulon after the death of another French Quarter character, Eloise Lopez Arollo Samakintos, who always carried a cross through the Vieux Carre.
"There ain't a whole lot of us left, George, " she said.
A Mass will be said Monday at noon at Jacob Schoen & Son Funeral Home, 3827 Canal St. Visitation will start at 10 a.m.
Burial will be in Greenwood Cemetery.
by John Pope, The Times-Picayune Friday September 12, 2008, 10:36 PM
Ruthie the Duck Girl, a French Quarter eccentric who zoomed from bar to bar on roller skates, often wearing a ratty fur coat and long skirt and trailed by a duck or two, died Sept. 6 at Our Lady of the Lake Hospital in Baton Rouge. She was 74.
Ruthie, whose real name was Ruth Grace Moulon, had been suffering from cancer of the mouth and lungs when the residents of her Uptown New Orleans nursing home were evacuated to Baton Rouge as Hurricane Gustav approached, said Carol Cunningham, a close friend who watched over her for nearly 40 years.
"I've always looked at Ruthie like a little bird with a broken wing, " Cunningham said. "She was always so dear to me."
Miss Moulon, a lifelong New Orleanian, became a French Quarter fixture, achieving legendary status in a city that treasures people who live outside the mainstream. Along the way, she acquired a coterie of people like Cunningham who found places for her to live, paid her bills and made sure she got home at night.
A tiny woman with a constant grin, she frequently sported a bridal gown and veil on her forays because, people said, she considered herself engaged to Gary Moody, whom she met in New Orleans in 1963 when he was a sailor.
Moody showed up at a 2001 birthday party for Miss Moulon at Mid-City Lanes Rock 'N Bowl, but the two never got to the altar. According to a Times-Picayune interview that year, Miss Moulon had a stock reply whenever anyone asked if there might be a wedding in her future: "I got engaged; that's enough!"
In 1999, Rick Delaup made her the subject of a documentary, "Ruthie the Duck Girl."
Miss Moulon's daily routine consisted of roaming from one watering hole to another, mooching drinks and cigarettes. She could be sweet one minute and unleash a torrent of profanity the next.
Although people deemed Miss Moulon's behavior unconventional even by French Quarter standards, no one ever diagnosed her mental condition because she refused to see a doctor, David Cuthbert wrote in The Times-Picayune in 2001.
"She's not out of touch with reality; she's just not interested, " photographer David Richmond told The Times-Picayune.
Miss Moulon's mother, who put her daughter's hair in sausage curls to make her look like Shirley Temple, came up with the idea that little Ruthie should be a duck girl, Cunningham said.
"She dressed her in evening dresses and bought her skates, and she skated through the Quarter with these little ducks following, " Cunningham said.
Miss Moulon's mother, who grew up in rural Louisiana, initially let the ducks live in the house, although the two women sometimes fought over them, according to eccentricneworleans.com.
On that Web site, Myrl D'Arcy, an artist, described a visit to the house: "The duck's living in the bathtub, and the mother wanted to take a bath. Ruthie didn't want the mother to take the duck out of the bathtub because it would upset the duck."
In the documentary, artist George Dureau recalled a conversation with Miss Moulon after the death of another French Quarter character, Eloise Lopez Arollo Samakintos, who always carried a cross through the Vieux Carre.
"There ain't a whole lot of us left, George, " she said.
A Mass will be said Monday at noon at Jacob Schoen & Son Funeral Home, 3827 Canal St. Visitation will start at 10 a.m.
Burial will be in Greenwood Cemetery.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
You have GOT to be kidding me
Okay, so we have been back to new orleans less than 3 months. Last weekend we had a "tropical storm" hit the city and we got rained on pretty badly. With the anniversary of Katrina on friday, Kevin and i were planning on taking our labor day break and going over to Houston to visit mom. Well thanks to Gustav (what a fuckin' name) it is looking like those plans are definately goin to change. Tonight we are having a pow-wow between all the medical professionals in our family to decide who is taking the dogs and high-tailing it out of town. Which almost always ends up being me. Off to plan for a hurricane, keep your fingers crossed for us.
Friday, August 8, 2008
By way of pictures
I have begun a puppy blog and updated with new pictures http://dogimusprime.blogspot.com/
if you're interested
if you're interested
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