Monday, August 28, 2006

The Other Side

I enjoyed the blogging you did about your hospital stay. I too was in the hospital with an "affliction" many years ago, so I can relate. I feel a kinship with you, my brother, for we both got a "glimpse" of the "other side" and lived to tell about it. It's an experience I wouldn't wish on anyone, but I'm a better person for it, and yet, I can't explain it to people who haven't been "in my shoes". I will be contacting your office shortly to hopefully set up a counseling session where we can sit and "chat".

Your over-use of quotation marks is disturbing -- even more disturbing than the "kinship" you profess. See how I quoted you, using quotes (abbr) in an appropriate manner? One of me pet peeves is when people (like you) use quotes for emphasis (I'll blog about my top 5 pet peeves some other time). Not only is it meaningless, it's also usually redundant. For instance, if I wished someone "Happy Holidays", that's stupid -- not only because being politically correct makes me nauseous, but also because the term 'Happy Holidays' is already a widely (and wildly) accepted expression with no need for emphasis ... Which brings me to the acceptable uses for quotation marks:
1) Quoting someone, usually mockingly - e.g. This guy may have an "affliction", but it's more mental than physical.
2) Approximation - e.g. I had a relatively "happy" holiday.
3) Euphemism - e.g. Congratulations to our new "Sheriff".
4) Slang (but only if it's out of character) - e.g. I don't know if I'm exactly "down" with that particular idea.
The best use if you can cross categories - e.g. I don't know what "other side" this guy's talking about, and I'd rather not "glimpse" it if it has anything to do with some of the procedures I went through...
That right there is a deft mix of mocking quotation & euphemism.

Monday, August 21, 2006

The 420

I heard your radio show the other day and decided to take your advice. You were talking about implementing a reward system for your kids to incent them to do chores, homework, etc. Unfortunately, I'm typing this from the prison library because the authorities didn't agree with you. It seems that they don't care about educational improvement or about innovative moms who have crushes on certain radio geniuses. I mentioned your name a lot, but to no avail. They still locked me up, just for giving my son a little pot whenever he finished his homework. I'll tell you this: They ought to make a commercial where the kid's grades actually go up and the bond between mother & son is strengthened, all because of an investment in some marijuana. Why is everyone so obtuse (to quote a fellow inmate)?

First of all, that "fellow inmate" was Tim Robbins from The ShawShank Redemption, and your quote is way off. Second of all, don't ever mention my name again. Third of all, how big of a crush do you have on me?

Monday, August 14, 2006

Anesthesia Or Something

More hospital dialog:

Lauren (Nurse): Okay, Mr. Fing, we're going to take some blood. Right or left arm?
Me (Patient): Uhh, shouldn't I get anesthesia or something?
Lauren: What, you don't like needles?
Me: Does anyone?
Lauren: My nephew does -- he's a junkie.
Me: [Speechless]
Lauren: How about the right arm?
Me: That's my throwing arm.
Lauren: Oh, do you play sports for a living?
Me: No. I psycho-analyze people and animals.
Lauren: Umm, okay, left arm then.
Me: [Melodramatically] Oh, Lauren, if it's possible, let this cup pass from me, as I don't yet have a will, and I really should have a will.
Julia (wife): Are you comparing having blood drawn to Christ's crucifixion?
Me: I'm delusional from the drugs.
Julia: The Motrin? You've graduated from wimp to something even more sad and pathetic, like some freakish loser.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Roll Over

Nurse: Okay, Mr. Fing, let's have you roll over onto your left side -- we're going to give you a rectal exam.
Me: Who's "we"?
Nurse: Well, just me.
Me: Uhhh, I just had one at Med Express. Do I need another one?
Nurse: Oh, I'm sorry -- I didn't know that. Is that in your paperwork?
Me: Let's hope so. And by "us", I mean "me".
Julia: You're such a wimp.
Me: It's not that I'm a wimp; it's just that I have a strict one-rectal-per-day policy. You can look it up if you want -- it's in my manifesto. Page 6.