Posted By Russ Emerson on November 30, 2007 at 11:17 am
Tanker at Mostly Cajun, in the latest installment of “The Name Game,” notes:
No, people, exactly what are you supposed to do when you come to an apostrophe in a name? Stop and hiccup? Stomp your foot for emphasis? Ring a tiny little bell?
Me, I’m going to start carrying one of those D-Day paratrooper “crickets” with me for just such a contingency.
The late great Victor Borge would have instinctively known what to do.
Posted By Russ Emerson on November 28, 2007 at 9:12 pm
The dental crisis is over. A tooth was extracted — it couldn’t be saved — and I had an appointment today to remove the stitches from my mouth. Today was the fastest and least expensive thing I’ve had done to me all year. $8.00 for 15 minutes work.
Compare that to the work done ten days ago, which involved about five hours in the chair, and left my wallet rather a great deal lighter and me feeling like I’d been hit in the face by a brick. At least I got codeine out of the deal. It was, unfortunately, necessary for a few days.
Now that the abscess has been removed eradicated destroyed dealt with, we’re on track for a brain surgery date of December 13th, two weeks from tomorrow.
At least it’s not on a Friday the 13th. Not that I’m superstitious, but I have to wonder if any of the people in the O.R. might be. I expect not, but you never know.
The countdown resumes.