In the early hours this morning, drinking my java and eating a pop-tart and watching the light change from pre-dawn to day, I sat and thought, as usual, about life, the past, and my options for weekend entertainment. And I contemplated writing about my ruminations in a rather bucolic piece, full of imagery, allegory, and flowery verbiage ( Read more... )

... to the baddest mothah since Shaft.

Damn right. Who loves you, Vader? Everyone loves you.

(message brought to you by Episode III and the end of my six-pack)

... to the most entertaining woman in this hospital.

You know who you are.

I think I need a hobby.

I think I found something ( Read more... )

We're back.

I need to know what tests you've run, and what ideas you've got. If any other department has weighed in.

Everyone else;

Hey, what do I need to know?

As many of you may have heard - I'm starting up an intermural team here so we can play other hospitals and public teams. I've got a starting line-up, but I still need reserve players, and of course a team trainer. Men and women are both welcome to try out.

Just get ahold of me here, or email me.

We need to talk.

-Foreman

You could hear Foreman's voice clear down to the clinic ( Read more... )

I was trapped in Exam Room 5 with a lot of scared people ( Read more... )