Entries from August 1, 2009 - August 31, 2009

Monday
Aug312009

cut, paste, woops

Yesterday I composed a short but whiny diatribe about my state of burnout at Getalife, and how I never expected to be a wage slave, but here I was. This was because I had to bring a stack of really boring work home over the weekend, and was feeling bitter and twisted about wasting my Sunday afternoon writing stuff that would probably never see the light of day.

It was only a couple of sentences of ennui, but they didn't show up in yesterday's post. Seems cutting and pasting from Word to Blogger isn't terribly reliable. Sorry if I worried anyone.

Having said that, I may lay off the blog until I manage to cheer the hell up and/or have anything newsworthy or amusing to report.

(At least the finale of Weeds was reasonably entertaining, although my friends insist it is nowhere as good as the first few seasons. And OOD* doesn't seem to have completely dropped off the face of the earth, although I think our chances of ever meeting again are, alas, nil.)

* Obscure Object of Desire, who has been particularly obscure the last few months. Sigh.

Sunday
Aug302009

Sunday evening

I'm so tired of it all.

Saturday
Aug292009

A journalist takes the Ashley Madison route

Melanie Berliet on Internet Adultery Entertainment & Culture: vanityfair.com

I think it's fair to assume that anyone who reads this blog now and then has figured out that I've visited this site before, although the supreme irony is that the only connection that went all the way was with a man who was/is single. And he didn't post a photograph; instead, I was impressed by his high degree of literacy. Funny old world, isn't it?

I haven't been there in well over a year. I don't miss it. I have a hunch I will meet my next amour at a bookstore, or at Whole Foods. Something dumb and ordinary like that.

Friday
Aug282009

Death panels and Tiergartenstrasse 4

Perhaps the biggest problem caused by the various noisy town hall altercations is that the media has had so much fun reporting how McCain tossed out a loudmouth, or how Barney Frank told off a Larouche supporter, that it took me a while to sift through all the articles about Town Hall Face and find out what had fueled the dittoheads and Larouche supporters so much. What was all this death panel crap? What was Hitler's T4 plan? What did the new proposed healthcare bill really say?

After some digging, I found out what they all were. There is, as you may have guessed, a difference.

T4 stood for Tiergartenstrasse 4, a Berlin address where Hitler headquartered his racial hygiene programs. (Other places, including America, used a nicer word: eugenics). It was all pretty simple, really; his obsession with the Aryan fairy tale included getting rid of people who were going to cost the Third Reich too much money. This included children born with major birth defects, chronically mentally ill, the mentally retarded, and others who were being cared for in various institutions.

The part of the pending healthcare bill that has various talk show hosts wetting themselves proved my hunch that the Palin/Limbaugh/etc contingent has never researched T4 or read HR 3200. I can see why a lot of people don't want to read proposed legislation, as stuff written in legalese takes longer to read and is damned dry reading. And we are a nation of non-readers.

If you check out Section 1233 of America's Affordable Health Choices Act of 2009, aka HR 3200, Section 1233, you'll see that it allows doctors to bill Medicare if their patients want to make an appointment to discuss their choices and preferences if their health deteriorates. You know, like those Living Wills that some of us young folks already have.

Here's part of Section 1233 here, courtesy of the Library of Congress Web site:

(5)(A) For purposes of this section , the term `order regarding life sustaining treatment' means, with respect to an individual, an actionable medical order relating to the treatment of that individual that--
`(i) is signed and dated by a physician (as defined in subsection (r)(1)) or another health care professional (as specified by the Secretary and who is acting within the scope of the professional's authority under State law in signing such an order, including a nurse practitioner or physician assistant) and is in a form that permits it to stay with the individual and be followed by health care professionals and providers across the continuum of care;
`(ii) effectively communicates the individual's preferences regarding life sustaining treatment, including an indication of the treatment and care desired by the individual;
`(iii) is uniquely identifiable and standardized within a given locality, region, or State (as identified by the Secretary); and
`(iv) may incorporate any advance directive (as defined in section 1866(f)(3)) if executed by the individual.

If a terminally ill person wants to be medically euthanized, their choices are still DIY or a trip to Amsterdam. No death panel will do it for you.

Perhaps the death panel story pushers think that people over 64 are so brain-dead that they can't handle the concept of Do Not Resuscitate, and can't decide whether they will want the crash cart if their heart stops. It's one of the more shameful lies making the rounds as it assumes that 65+ equals stupid. My grandfather had all his marbles until the day he died at the age of 89, and worked cutting firewood and tending a 1/4 acre truck patch until the week before his death. If anyone had suggested he couldn't make decisions about whether to have DNR on his medical chart, they would have probably gotten a punch in the face. There were good reasons why everyone was frightened of my grandfather.

One factor that particularly bothers me about the Larouche followers is that they're always clutching posters depicting Barack Obama with a Hitler mustache, although others have pointed out that it's more of a Laurel and Hardy style. (You can download your own here.) Had Hitler's Third Reich persevered, Obama's parents would probably have been accused of "racial defilement" and hustled off to a death camp with or without their offspring. And gay Jews like Barney Frank would probably have already gotten the Zyklon B way before Barack Senior.

Friday
Aug282009

weekend kegger

This weekend looks pleasant for several reasons.

One reason is that it starts early; PD has taken off today and Monday, so I can burn through the IN tray Friday morning, take a long lunch, and work on other projects during the afternoon (like setting up an online portfolio). I can also catch up on bidness-related phone calls that I'm usually too tired to make after office hours.

I'm going to a fundraiser Saturday that may actually manage to be fun - it's for registered wild animal rehabbers who are trying to set up their own little emergency clinic. The rehabbers are people who are registered with Texas Parks and Wildlife, who can take care of injured/orphaned animals. The local cat lady contingent first fell in with the wildlife rehabbers when a baby raccoon was found by a cat lady, then taken to a local rehabber, and consequently widely photographed and cooed over. I am not big on raccoons, mainly as they have a nasty bite, but some friends from out of town are showing up for the kegger.

Sunday I may sneak out to Hillsboro for a second date with the motorcyclist. We've been talking a bit lately. I can't decide whether to wear the new and draughty lingerie - I traded in the black nightie for some Chantelle Rive Gauche items - or wear boring cotton underpants with Rocky and Bullwinkle on them.