It's been . . . one week

In my head that title is the first line of One Week by BNL, but I fully understand if the song didn’t start playing in your head when you read it.

It’s been one week since what? The Inauguration of course! A patient today was discussing something that happened last Tuesday (I’m being intentionally vague, sorry, confidentially and such) and said “And he did it on that day of all days!” How dare that individual sully Inauguration Day with whatever behavior I’m not divulging. The nerve.

In any case, Obama’s had a week to do whatever he’s doing. I have no intentions of being an Obama watchdog, primarily because I find him annoying and watching his every move would just be punishing myself. Nor would I expect anyone to get much accomplished in their first week of being President. Except maybe Superman, but that’s not likely to happen. And there’s a good chance that he’d be a Democrat. But I found the following stories interesting in Obama Week One.

Heard this one on NPR on Saturday. Who knew I could get my Daily Show fix by listening to NPR?

Obama and Bush, not so different.

This one was also on NPR, surprisingly. Have they turned conservative?

Obama and bad sportsmanship

Reading CNN to avoid studying I came across this. A surprisingly Foxy report. Foxy referring to FoxNews, not the newswoman. Though she is a brunette . . .

Nevermind those standards

Obviously, Obama’s just a guy. He’s a person, and people make mistakes. And these actions aren’t even mistakes per se. They’re just evidence that, gasp, Obama is a human being. He’s a jerk sometimes, he spouts meaningless rhetoric and makes promises he can’t keep as politicians are wont to do. Support him, don’t support him, but stop telling me he’s perfect. And yes, I’ve had people tell me he’s perfect. And not just people on the psych ward.

But thankfully, I’ve been much less accosted by Obamatics (a term I made up, but then found countless other places on the internet. Dang you angry bloggers!) as of late. But I still found this Onion clip hilarious.

The Onion, sharp as ever

Dearly Departed

Yesterday I celebrated the 3rd birthday of Ranteumptom. Today I must mourn the 3rd anniversary of the death of Mandarin Ranteumptom.

In many ways, I liked Mandarin Ranteumptom better. It's probably mean to post that on Ranteumptom. I liked Mandarin because it was a photo blog, which I think are more fun. Good pictures paired with some brief commentary. Unfortunately my life is now pretty photoless, so I compensate by rambling in the commentary department.

Maybe someday I'll travel again, but in the mean time go check it out if you haven't already:

Mandarin Ranteumptom

Manuia lou aso fanau

At 3 a child should be able to stand on one foot, ride a tricycle, name 2 colors, follow simple instructions and reliably use plurals. My blog can do none of these things. Evidently it’s developmentally delayed.

That’s right, today is my blog’s 3rd birthday. This is also my 400th post. A convergence of milestones. Does that mean it will be a lucky day? Probably not, since I started it off paying 500 dollars and get to finish it with a wedding reception. But I did eat a delicious croissant in between.

January 24th 2006. It was a different time. I was at BYU, blogging in the Wilk computer lab. Blogging was new and . . . well I was going to say exciting, but I really hope no one ever describes blogging as exciting. Let’s go with entertaining and potentially worthwhile.

In any case, happy birthday blog. At least you’re done with those terrible twos.

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We had performance reviews the other day and my attending said I was dangerous. Initial reaction: err, does this mean I fail? Turns out he didn’t mean I was reckless, just that I was uninhibited. I ask the patient’s questions most med students wouldn’t. Luckily, he counted this as a good thing.

Right after leaving the review we met with a patient, who also labeled me. To paraphrase:
“Hey there Charlie Brown, Snoopy, Peanuts. You like Charlie Brown. Not Charlie Brown, Linus. Linus Sadface. Linus with his blanket. I’m here doing my dance and you’re there Linus Sadface.” Then he made a duck sound.

Dangerous Sadface. That’s me.

My Main Man Moss

This week's character of the week: Maurice Moss


He's the one on the right, though Roy and Jen are pretty funny as well.

See him talk about football

See him talk about moths using ladders

See him talking with his mates

The show is The I.T. Crowd, and I think it's pretty hilarious. The last Britcom I tried to suggest to my friends (The Mighty Boosh) flopped, so maybe I'm the only one that likes these shows.