if I was a Mormon!

I told him no, and he told me that Docs are what a lot of Mormon missionaries wear when pounding the pavement because they are durable and comfortable.

I had never considered that wearing Docs might be a 'secret handshake' for any group except punk-rockers, riot grrrrls, and people who like cool-looking, long-lasting footwear...

Ask us anything...

I haven't tried them, and am not interested in doing so. But I figure: if you put enough butter, salt and sugar in it, you can make anything taste good.

So I'm curious as to any real skill or talent she may have.

Not that I'd care otherwise. If she falls into utter obscurity, it would be simple justice, and nothing else...

"Virtuous and holy, chosen from above,
By inspiration of celestial grace,
To work exceeding miracles on earth."

Henry VI, Part I, Act V, Scene 4, Lines 39-41.

How fitting that she should have the face of an angel...

Saw twenty patients today, including four general physical exams in a row!

I'm beat.

But feeling fine. Every single patient today was 10 kinds of wonderful. And my take away is I did good medicine, too.

Life is good.

I love you all, my Lounge friends, for your sympathy, your hugs, and your good will...

I started to type out the story, then stopped. I can't just yet.

Hold me...

What a triumph of the collaborative arts: music, vocal, acting, directing, set design. It was amazing.

Seattle is justifiably proud of its 'green' Ring, basing a number of sets upon the mountains and lush forests of the Pacific Northwest.

A once-in-a-lifetime experience I'll never forget...

My deepest apologies.

Will had a little too much to drink last night. I imagine he and Phillip Henslowe were arguing over 'Hamlet' again...

When I shook him awake, his response was: "God's Wounds, mate! What time of day is it? Have I slept too long, then?"

I thought about quoting Prince Hal at him, but since Will isn't fat, it wouldn't have made sense...

I didn't stop to find out what their damage is. I refuse to spend my higher reasoning faculties on the brainless blatherings of mental defectives...

On the drive up here, I was stuck behind a pickup truck with this sign in the rear window of the cab:

"S.O.B! Sick Of Obama! - and then some smaller, unreadable bullshit, likely stuff like "Get to work; millions on welfare depend on you."

I wish these fuckbrains would move to Idaho or someplace, and quit polluting my beloved Evergreen State...