My Long Forgotten Life's Calling

Betcha only Keith will get this. Maybe he'd like to join me for some post chuckle Ham'NShots®?

Back with the Senryu. If it weren't for senryu, I'd have no content at all.

hortatory \HOR-tuh-tor-ee\,
adjective: Marked by strong urging; serving to encourage or incite; as, "a hortatory speech."

Hortatory Words
From The Basket
"Eat The Chocolate"

Safety Training

Oi. So I had to attend, solely for my own enjoyment, a nice training session of "Respirator Training 101: How To Keep Yo' Ass Breathing In A Hostile Environment" yesterday. I thought I would share my notes with the ones of you that visit my little corner of the internets. The knowledge I gleaned from the video that was shown is represented in BLUE.

• There are no doughnuts.
  
• I don't have a mask yet. Everyone else gets to rock their respirator masks for the next 30 minutes, but I have to stay bare.
• This video's soundtrack is AWESOME! It sounds like Beverly Hills Cop or something.
• Holy Shit! The host is Hot Lips from M*A*S*H!
• Do NOT perform autopsies
• TB = BAD
• Saranac Lake used to have a sanitorium...
• X-Ray techs are ALWAYS creepy, even in instructional material
• Drug Resistant TB = VERY BAD
• TB causes albinism, apparently
• Respirator masks are not chic. Marketing demographic?
• NIOSH - National Institute for Occupational Health and Safety.
  
• NIOSH - What I did to my sandwich at lunch
• The CGI dummy that's modeling the masks on this video has huge junk
• Seriously, that dummies massive bulge is disturbing me
• Really, it draws the eye in a bad way
• Surgical masks can give you TB
• Some nurses do still wear those funny hats
• Sudden change in weight can make your respirator ill-fitting. What happens if I go on a crack binge while the safety officer is out of town, I drop 40 lbs, and then I have to go into the TB suite? What happens if I go on a gravy binge while the safety officer is out of town, I gain 40 lbs, and then have to go into the TB suite? Who will make sure my mask fits then?
• Seriously, where are the doughnuts?
  

And you can take that to the bank, jerk.

From 70° F To Two Inches Of Snow

And ain't it grand. I'm taking the day off today, so's Cindy can go interviewificate for a job. Yes, it snowed, and it might snow more, and I would be miserable, but I'm getting over a pleasant little head cold that the baby gave me, so I wouldn't be able to get up to much anyway. Here's some pictures, for the express pleasure of your eyeballs.

Here we see Killer Kowalski taking on The Great Beanpole in a no-holds-barred couch match, for the belt. I think Killer might have won, either with an open hand slap to Beanpole's face, or a well timed knee to pills.

Same hat, this time backwards, and one of my vests. I'm thrilled that he's started to dress himself, but the things he chooses to wear are just a little "off."

I made the paper, which according to Peter, means I've "Made It" in this community. Of course, my name doesn't appear in the caption, so I'll be recognized as "That scruffy bastard on the rugby team" when I'm out buying some milk. Also, I have no scanner, so this is a picture, of a picture, that wasn't very clear to begin with. I look much more dashing in person.

No senryu, but the WOTD today was "cum," so write one for yourself. (Get your mind out of the gutter, it's a combiner, as in "with the kids, we have a living room-cum-pigsty.").