• Let’s hear it for the mail

    A few amusing things came in the mail this morning (the last week really… we haven’t been checking for a while). The first was actually a stack of things: a whole mess of “this is not a bill” from our auto insurance company. They don’t want anything from us now, they just want to remind us they’ve been billed for another ten grand from various providers, and they’ll be expecting our twenty percent at some unspecified time. Thanks. Appreciate it. I’m sure they’re required by law to do it, and a computer does it for them automatically, but I can’t help imagining some deranged insurance executive rhythmically pressing the “print/send/mail” key, a tent in his trousers, filling a small dark room with maniacal laughter.

    The other thing was another sign our baby is growing up. We got our first abstinence education flyer from the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services.

    That one’s wrong on so many levels I don’t even want to talk about it.

    Then why did you bring it up John?

    My doctor says I’m not supposed to talk to you anymore.

  • Anyone up for an intervention?

    I just happened to stumble across the old Linksys router I used to set up my DMZ.

    Up in the corner of the garage, behind the boxed-up thirty year old National Geographics I can’t bring myself to throw away. Though when I think about it, having them boxed up in the garage may be the greater crime.

  • The internets strike again

    Cheryl’s been off the computer for most of the last week due to the pain she’s in when sitting up. But tonight she decided to do a little research on spinal surgery, stopping by a few discussion groups along the way.

    Danger, Will Robinson! DANGER!

    Predictably, the discussions are filled with horror stories too terrible to repeat on a family web site. I told her the folks who are happy with their surgery are probably getting on with their lives, not spending time obsessing over it with discussion groups. People still talking about it afterwards are more likely to be those unhappy with the results.

    I can come up with this kind of bull-shit all day, I just hope it’s true.