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Is it inappropriate to use your smartphone?:

A flowchart guide.

http://soulcoachingmusinghealingsearching.blogspot.com/

If this may be of some help to any of you , only one soul it would be enough:)
I am sharing to help you find a way towards healing and loving your own.

Blessings and light

Hélène

I don't often do birthday greetings, but I have an exception today:

Happy birthday, Laura! You've hit the age most women stay at for years. ;)

Also, I found this months ago and had to wait until now to share:


Hope you have a wonderful day!

Do Fairtrade Kit Kats mean we can start eating Nestle products again, not?

Through a scheme called "a night less ordinary" Oxford Playhouse is offering at least 30 free tickets per week for drama performances at the Playhouse on Tuesday & Wednesday evenings, and Saturday afternoons to under 26s, also free tickets for some performances at The Burton Taylor.

See what's available (a lot of panto, but other things too) + join their facebook group on the Playhouse website -- tickets are listed on the 1st of the month so join now for the best pop at January (and probably still some shows in December).

In my medical transcription studies, I have come across a few things.

For example, in the surgical procedure portion of a report, it's common to see certain agents introduced to various body parts... those agents being things such as lidocaine, Xylocaine, Marcaine, etc.

Tonight, however, I had to type this sentence:

"The patient's nose was then packed with cocaine."

Of course it was! Unless you're bringing drugs across the border, where else are you going to put it?



Don't mind me--I am easily amused.

I got a birthday card from my goddaughter a couple of weeks ago, and I meant to email her as thanks, and then I pushed it aside until Thanksgiving, and then I got sick. I'm a procrastinator to begin with, but add in illness and boom, that's it, show's over. Friday night came along and my cousin called, saying my goddaughter wanted to talk to me but they were going out so I could call back tomorrow. Realize we let the machine pick it up because we didn't recognize the number and the name was generic; my cousin changed her number over the summer and this is the first time she's called since then. It takes a lot of energy usually to call over there--there's always something going on in the background, and Alexis tends to be a bit hyperactive at times--so I skipped yesterday because I just wasn't up to it. However, I finally just did it today, and as my cousin was out I only had to talk to Alexis, and while she's chatty, there's not much she has to say to me; after fifteen minutes, she was ready to be bored without being on the phone. She did remind me that I need to wear my purple sweater to her birthday party in February, though. Apparently this is the only top I ever wear to their house, and last year my cousin had me pose in the same way I did when she took pictures like five years ago. I told Alexis that I'm old and she'll have to remind me because it's two months away, so she said she'd put it on the invitation. Nice. Also, I've discovered she's already taller than me. She's not even 12 and she's already 5'8". She plays basketball and is the tallest girl on the team--even taller than her sister, who's two years older. Except both of them currently are out because they each have a broken finger. Tatiana's should be healed before the end of the season, but Alexis is done for the year. It sounds like there's some other basketball season she can play in early next year, though, so not all is lost for her.

Oh, Crusher Creel, Crusher Creel. What's to be made of you? And no, that's not a joke, sort of. I find myself very fond of this perennial Marvel Comics villain-type, this bullet-headed goof known as The Absorbing Man. For those that don't know, and bless you, and why are you reading this blog, and anyway -- for those of you that don't know, this fellow is called The Absorbing Man because he can become what he touches, by absorbing (aha!) the object's properties and then transforming into said item. He likes to walk around as pictured above, sans shirt (aka, "The Haspiel", circa 1990's-2004 or so, I'd have to check on that with El Dino), prison-issue pants (or a disco slacks fail, not sure which), a pair of plain old shoes and...um...oh, yeah, a wrecking ball. Which is one of the reasons I gravitate towards this ruffian, because he carries a goddamned wrecking ball around with him. Mostly so's he can tap the wrecking ball and become a human wrecking ball, entirely made of steel. Or at least his epidermis is steel, I dunno what happens to sweetum's internals and guts and all that when he goes for the ball, or a brick, or a fluffy kitty. And I don't want to know, nobody should give a rat's ass about stuff like that, especially because if you make enough of a fanboy stink (insert joke here) some Marvel nitwit will write a story explaining it and that's a large part of what fucked superhero comics up in the first place.

Anyway.

I also like that he somehow manages to always find the same pair of pants when he breaks out of prison or recombines after yet another inglorious and idiotic defeat at the hands of (insert Marvel superhero or superhero team here). That's a real talent. That and liberating wrecking balls in whatever town you recombine your particulars in. Nice one, Crusher Creel, thumbs up. Don't know why you can't go to Sears and get a goddamned shirt, but I'm here to praise you man, not harp on you. So, yeah, Crusher Creel, aka, The Absorbing Man (I mention this again in honor of Jim Shooter's imbecilic script for the first Secret Wars series, which, iirc, contains the line, "I, Crusher Creel, The Absorbing Man --" as a means to introduce the villain to the teeming masses of fanboys and men who knew the character's goddamn height and weight because they bought the Marvel Universe Handbook issue which featured him. That would be the "A" issue, by the way, also featuring Arnim Zola, who I hope to blather about someday in my old age). Where was I?

Right about...here. So, okay, I don't actually know this guy's origin, shame on me, I hear you saying. And I hang my head in shame, shame, shame, shame on me. Sorry to let you down here. Can't tell you who he first fought (Thor --? Millie the Model--? John Verpooten --?), what issue he first appeared in, if he has a name other than "Crusher", if he buys his pants in bulk and mails them to friends and family all over the country in case he has to recombine his particulars out of state, if his head always looked like that, if he had a toy wrecking ball as a child -- I don't know. I don't even know if he's a 60's villain or a 70's villain, but he always seemed to be around when I was a kid, and he was always one of the meaner bastards in the Marvel Universe. I mean, unhappy, bitter, angry, violent, in effect, the kind of guy who would call himself Crusher Creel and have a wrecking ball for a pal.

I do recall he's been defeated in myriad gimmicky ways, tricked into touching cardboard and folded up (at least I hope he was folded up, I would have folded him up, it would have been funny if he was folded up and slid into a paper envelope and put away somewhere, the envelope marked "Contents - One (1) Absorbing Man. Warning -- Do Not Open. If Accidentally Opened, Do Not Let Him Absorb Anything! Handle With Paper Gloves Only!"), he accidentally touched glass and fell down and broke, he fell or jumped into water and was all watery and nobody knew what the hell to do and they weren't sure if he was dead or a watery Absorbing Man in the ocean and Hawkeye started wondering about whether or not The Absorbing Man's insides turned into steel when he touched his wrecking ball.

I also can't remember exactly how his powers worked, could he avoid absorbing if he gave the situation a little thought, or was he a human paper towel that had to pick up whatever he touched? Seems that way from the earlier stories ("Crap! I momentarily forgot I was fighting The Avengers and picked my nose! Alack and alas, I am shapeless snot, to be picked up by SHIELD and dumped into a super-cylinder prison they had that just happened to be able to keep me in stasis so I don't touch anything." NOTE: This did not actually occur in a Marvel Comic, I was just wishing on a star that passed my window). Seems to me a stupid power, if you can't eat anything without physically turning into your McGriddle or whatever. If you put on gloves, then you're glove stuff. Huh. I could go back and read a bunch of Absorbing Man comics, but I don't think I have any, other than the ones Dean Haspiel and I did a few years back, the ones that were released to the sound of chirping crickets. I put him in there because he's a crazy-ass character and has a neat visual. And he carries a wrecking ball. Day-am!

There's another Marvel villain guy what carries a wrecking ball, a member of The Wrecking Crew, he's called Wrecking Ball or Power Ball or Something- Ball, I don't remember. The Wrecking Crew is a gang of bad guys run by a guy who would be a great partner for Creel -- he's called The Wrecker (Get it? The Wrecker? Wrecking Crew? Hey, it gets better, The Wrecking Crew all carry construction worker tools! It's really kinda cool and awesome if you think about it and then stop thinking about it). The Wrecker is another badass with a lousy attitude, an ugly face, a weird outfit, and an iconic weapon, in this case a Magic Crowbar (I say thee YES!). Anyway, these two Heroclix figures have a lot in common and should team up, if they haven't already. I trust someone will edumicate me on this crucial point of U.S. History (meaning, please feel free tom inform me of any past exploits these two fictitious characters may have had together, in a less tender and caring manner of speaking than most would use). I like the guys that carry an iconic, cool weapon, it's kind of like those martial arts flicks where there's a tournament and everyone brings their crazy cutlery. Scimitars, light-reflecting shield with razor edge, flying guillotine (HOLY YES!). I dig that a lot.

Wrapping Up: I found this drawing while clearing up the office last night, and so here you go. The Absorbing Man. Another in a series of whatever this is a series of. I'd write more, and write more clearly, and perhaps tie everything into my opening sentence like a real writer of essays and crap does, but I'm late for dinner and this is stupid enough as it is.

Good evening, True Believers, wherever you are.

Have any of you read Road to Serfdom?

I'm halfway through it right now, and I have to say that I'm impressed by the fact that he acknowledges that laissez-faire shouldn't be an end in itself, but the freedom of opportunity for all, and thus implying (or just stating outright) that the state needs to lay down the law to ensure competition and impartial fairness for all. I'm always surprised when I read that people like Reagan were influenced by Hayek, people really warp what he said.

You don't seem to hear cogent and even-handed arguments such as that purported by today's "liberals" or "conservatives".

RIP Classical Liberalism

Over 50,000 of us dressed in blue marched in London on Saturday for The Wave, as politicians gear up for next Monday's climate summit. Stuart was amazed to find himself really enjoying the event and offering to carry my sign. People were all very friendly and the afternoon had a lovely carnival atmosphere, despite the seriousness of the campaign.



Stuart waffled about whether he should go or not, seeing as he sort of is the government on climate change, but I convinced him he should come, since he's not actually in Copenhagen. And it wasn't so much a protest as more of a positive 'don't you let us down, politicians' encouragement sort of thing. (Which will turn into a massive, angry protest if they mess up and spend the whole time bickering over trivial things.)



I wished I'd had more time to think up a really clever slogan for my sign but, well, at least it was homemade.


( Lots more photos under the cut )

Yet another one has now been and gone - the 6th one, and the fifth in the same house in Wickwar. It was lots of fun and this time I got a bit more drawing done than in previous years, although so much time passes between occasions upon which I draw these days that I feel I must have regressed.

Thank you to everyone who came, and especially thank you to Jenni, Selina and Jason for lots of help in the kitchen - Jason also did a great job on pudding duty, Richard for doing the frustrating job of untangling the fairy lights and also for hunting down retro pop culture reference material, and Jay for organising the comic arrangement.

Anyone else having trouble listing on ebay tonight??
Since its free listing day today, I was going to put a few things on tonight. Its not really worth it normally when you take into account listing fee, final fee, paypal fee, postage etc, so was wanting to list while it would be a little cheaper.
All I get though is the log in screen over and over..Everything else is fine on ebay, its just the selling screen I cant access!

Do GPs contact social services if a parents comes in and with mental health problems and confesses they feel suicidal?

We put up the tree today (actually we put it up yesterday but it needed to dry and have it's branches drop so we didn't put anything on it until today). Callum was actually very good at helping, holding the tinsel for me so it didn't get all tangled up and putting on baubles and stuff. By the end of doing the decorating he got so good that he was decorating everything he could. Including yours truly...

I was the last person likely to express the sentiments cited in the piece.

Hmm. That's not my recollection of John Bercow's reputation in the early eighties. While we're on the BBC news website:

Rowan Williams said the move raised "very serious questions"

Maybe it's time the C of E decided on the answers to some of those serious questions? Just a thought.