Sunday, May 29, 2005
The Commentator
Okay, this is another placeholder to write about a certain journalist. I'll get around to it someday.
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I've received an email from someone(s) wondering why I've disabled my comments.
I haven't, a'right. The way it works, right, is the comments thingies, right, work off the e-netation server.
Wot is a piece of crap, but is free, and I love you mister administrator.
So whenever the server craps out, or screws up (it has trouble counting apparently) my comments tag vanishes off the face of my blog. Until I manually run the scripts (why it isn't done automatically at the end of the day is beyond me) to repair my account and recalculate the number of comments I have.
I love it, honestly I do. It's for the same reasons I prefer PCs to macs, and probably part of the reason why I chose to enter the madness that is medical life.
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We now bring you conclusive proof that examinations, as in all things in life are infinitely more dependent on luck and good fortune than on skill, aptitude and operator ability.
ie : Re-minisce has passed his first surgical examinations.
Bugger.
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On the bright side, the rather attractive nurse is still looking extremely edible.
Wonder when the mysterious transition from hot chick in countoured uniform to scary ward sister in combat suit occurs. Bet if I look at her hair hard enough (which, cough, I swear I do not, well, not on a regular basis anyhow...) I'll be able to see the whites growing out of her roots.
No innuendo, get your minds outta the gutter.
*****
I've received an email from someone(s) wondering why I've disabled my comments.
I haven't, a'right. The way it works, right, is the comments thingies, right, work off the e-netation server.
Wot is a piece of crap, but is free, and I love you mister administrator.
So whenever the server craps out, or screws up (it has trouble counting apparently) my comments tag vanishes off the face of my blog. Until I manually run the scripts (why it isn't done automatically at the end of the day is beyond me) to repair my account and recalculate the number of comments I have.
I love it, honestly I do. It's for the same reasons I prefer PCs to macs, and probably part of the reason why I chose to enter the madness that is medical life.
*****
We now bring you conclusive proof that examinations, as in all things in life are infinitely more dependent on luck and good fortune than on skill, aptitude and operator ability.
ie : Re-minisce has passed his first surgical examinations.
Bugger.
*****
On the bright side, the rather attractive nurse is still looking extremely edible.
Wonder when the mysterious transition from hot chick in countoured uniform to scary ward sister in combat suit occurs. Bet if I look at her hair hard enough (which, cough, I swear I do not, well, not on a regular basis anyhow...) I'll be able to see the whites growing out of her roots.
No innuendo, get your minds outta the gutter.
