It is time to bring the bacon in from the cold.
Get a cookie from Miss Fortune
I won't even say how much time I just wasted playing this stupid game.
It is as though someone has drilled peep holes into the walls of emergency rooms, operating rooms and doctors' offices. I can't look away.
. . . I gained a passing familiarity with other staples of cable, including my spouse's favorite: Food Network. . . . and the Iron Chefs (both American and Japanese; our favorite pastime is making up and lip-synching our own X-rated commentary on the latter) are now familiar personages to me, as is the format of watching professional cookery in progress. (emphasis added)
Give us an example of that Iron Chef “X-rated commentary.”
A4: Favorite spoof theme ingredient: "Battle....BULL NUTS!" Sample commentary: (twittery Japanese actress): Oh, I can just feel my nipples standing up against this tight silk blouse.
Q5: Where did you go to med school?
A5: University of California, La Brea Medical School.
Q6: I read where medical students get the diseases they are learning about. Tell me about all of the diseases you “experienced” in medical school.
A6: While I was in med school I had appendicitis several times, a few brain tumors, and terminal carpal tunnel syndrome.
Q7: Your father is a lawyer. Did you give any thought to going to law school?
A7: No. Despite what he would tell you, I don't enjoy arguing as much as he does.
Q8: Death row inmates get to choose their last meal before being executed. What would your last meal consist of?
A8: My last meal would be a very rare filet mignon (take the meat to the grill, let it see the flame for a few seconds, then bring it to me); two lobsters (with drawn butter of course), a Caesar salad from California Pizza Kitchen, and one pound of Godiva chocolate (dark, of course.)
Q9: How did you discover the medblogs? What was the first medblog you ever read?
A9: I've been blogging for almost exactly one year, and at this point I can honestly reply that -- for the life of me -- I can't remember how I got started, much less who I read first. It must be that age-related memory thing. [I think Dr. Dino is purposely avoiding answering this question, which can only mean one thing: Dino was Googling porn and ended up at Fingers and Tubes in Every Orifice! MA]
Q10: Obviously, from your picture, you prefer blue scrubs. Are you hiding any tattoos or piercings under those scrubs?
A10: Who wants to know? And if I show mine, will they show me theirs?
Q11: You seem to have a habit of taking new bloggers under your wing. Am I the only blogger who still e-mails you on a regular basis asking for your opinion on a post that I am about to publish, or asking you if something I've written is offensive?
A11: I don't know about taking new bloggers under my wing (pterodactyl wings are pretty flimsy; not much room) but there are several bloggers I'm friends with and email with regularly "off the blogs."
Q12: Speaking of my insecurities. Why am I so insecure with my blogging? And what is this thing on my arm? Is this skin cancer? Why does my leg hurt when I do this? Does this look swollen to you? I burp a lot, why is that? Assuming dinosaurs party, are you inundated with health related questions when people find out that you are a physician? Do you ever hesitate telling people what you do for a living?
A12: I haven't a clue; a spider bite; not yet; because it doesn't bend that way; yes; because you talk too much; we do; yes; no.
Q13: It might surprise my readers to learn that you talk like a sailor. Where did you learn to swear like that?
A13: How the #$%^$#@ do you expect me to answer that #$%&%$@# question!
Note to JMB: I didn't delete this one on purpose. I tried to get technical and put those Rockin Blogger pics in the post but it came out all wrong. So you didn't really miss anything. I'm just not as good as you and Carver are at fancy picture posting.