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Hickam’s Hickie

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Neurologist Shipper Jack Knight has made a very interesting commentary on my high-level paranoia that I have all sorts of diseases. “Are you aware of Hickam’s Dictum?” she texted. “It’s sort of the opposite of Occam’s Razor of parsimony. It… Read More ›

Supergirl As A Goo

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I am presently geeking out on the Peter David run of Supergirl. For most Supergirl is Kara Zor-El, the cousin of Superman, and that’s also the concept I grew up with, and I really love those 60’s Supergirl stories where… Read More ›

Hoping For A Pene-Kula

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Recently my dad has added himself to the group of people asking me to download stuff. Apparently everyone just assumes that I lay in bed all day either staring at the ceiling, whining that it’s so hot, or forming my… Read More ›

Hello, Linda Danvers

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Recently asked Benefit of the Daw if she’s friends with Pruit Igot, then realized the tone with which I asked the question so expectedly she asked, “crusheth mo?” I said no of course not, on the contrary I’m asking if… Read More ›

BW

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One of my favorite superhero groups of all time is the Legion of Superheroes, particularly their early adventures as told in Adventure Comics in the 60’s, written by John Forte and illustrated by Edmond Hamilton and the magnificent Curt Swan…. Read More ›

Staring Contest, Die

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I’ve written a year ago in Smoketh’s prune state that even inanimate objects were sensing her poverty. At her lowest–when she would describe herself as a lowly chesa, something lower than a prune–even the alarms in National Bookstore in Rob… Read More ›

Moriarty. Gaaaaaah!

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When asked recently why I wouldn’t cut my damn hair off I’ve thought of two new reasons to add to the multitude of excuses that have accumulated through the years much to the major karindihan of everyone. “Among other contributions,… Read More ›

Pruning and Popping

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Was scrolling through my old blog entries and chanced upon a really old one last year when I was mocking, ridiculing, debasing, and all-around laughing at Smoketh’s state-of-affairs as an unpaid fellow, in particular her poverty. How she would roll… Read More ›

The Ketobora Phenomenon

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Back in 2008 when we were first year residents Tessieloopagoop got this perplexing text message from a nurse in the pay floors: “Informing Dr. Ketobora that patient (name) is dyspneic.” This caused a general scratching of the head as no… Read More ›

Plug Stuff With Stuff

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And so it was one fateful night that I discovered that music can give you a higher high. You know junkies, they yearn for new, escalating sensation of high with the substances they are addicted to, hence the phenomenon of… Read More ›

A Second Call For Mark!

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In the total absence of things to talk about being in the current zombified state of hell-owship, Frichmond, Smoketh, and I started waxing nostalgic. They didn’t have any new, exciting tales of love and unhealthy sex to offer. Nobody was… Read More ›

Positively Providential, Said Smoketh

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Smoketh had a rather disheartening experience today in the hospital, hence the five lurs being lurred all at the same time. Truly, positively providential could turn into a negatively…. see, even my alliterative abilities are failing. Positively providential could turn… Read More ›

Premature Whinings

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Last graduation each graduate received a fun, tiny Oblation trophy–perfect for endless batch peekchurifications with all sorts of strange/erotic/esoteric poses. Marth V has done peekchurification wonders with all sorts of weird implements in the past, so an Oblation trophy was… Read More ›