Indiana Jones carried a lighter.

Indiana Jones also wore a Fedora.

I always wear a Fedora just in case a woman wants to sterilize my knife.

You never know when fire will come in handy. Might need to fix the ends on a nylon rope, or you might have a pen get a clogged tip!

Also, the spoon’s in case they run into surprise soup, the tourniquet’s in case of snakebite, and the needle’s in case they suddenly become diabetic.

Always be prepared.

And the leather trenchcoat is in case they run into Agent Smith.

Papa Murphy’s, which is a near national take and bake chain, has offered cookie dough (among other things) for years. And having been there way more then my diet would like, I can tell you that a lot of people seem to have no problem with the idea of cookies as desert after eating pizza.

So I’m not sure why you think the idea is restricted to potheads.

I’m looking at a lot of boards of directors listings recently it’s very odd. It makes me feel like I’m looking at a high school yearbook
 for old business men and women. We are just a bunch weird looking monkeys in denial. Heh.

Anyway
 this is one guy with all his titles or whatever:

The Rt. Hon. Lord Lang of Monkton, DL

I can’t help but laugh when I look at that. Lord Lang of Monkton, hilarious.

I was looking at my health insurance claims online today to get an idea of what was going on with my recent podiatrist visit. While the actual cost of the initial treatment wasn’t as high as I was fearing, the amount they are charging for the 15 minute or so follow-ups is. $85 a pop, when all he does is look at my toe and tell me if I need to come back again in two weeks.

I should have gone into medicine.

Once you spill Colt Slick on the bedside table your grandmother lent you, it’s pretty much time to realize that you can never, ever give it back.

Erm
hypothetical thought.

To borrow a line from Steve Martin, Those aren’t pillows!

I never said it was RESTRICTED to potheads, just that it seems to have been invented with potheads in mind. Lots of non-cowboys wear cowboy boots.

I’m watching the commentary track for Big Trouble in Little China for the time with John Carpenter and Kurt Russell, and it’s damned amazing.

I would like to add Terry D. Growcock to the funny names I came across today. Seriously, I would have changed my name.

I think the same thing whenever I go to my allergist and he asks me how I’m doing, listens to my breathing and then rewrites my prescription. I spend about, maybe 5 minutes with him. And then the insurance EOB comes in the mail and I see how much those 5 minutes cost.

I calculate he can probably see a dozen or more patients each hour (and probably does judging from his waiting room)
I mean he doesn’t even administer the shots, the assistants do!

How is it a competitive market when only one ISP will service an entire zip code in the middle of a city?

The water in my house has turned suddenly nasty. I can’t drink it, and I don’t want to burn my money on bottled water at some ridiculous rate.

Give me advice on filtration/purification! There’s definitely sediment/physical junk in there, but it also tastes like chlorine most of the time, so I think there’s more than just sediment.

Posted this elsewhere but wanted to share it here, if y’all don’t mind. I snagged a copy of Man of War II: Chains of Commands WITH a manual for like, $3. I got it today, and the manual is over fifty pages long and comes on a parchment-style paper that they might’ve used back in the age of sail
I miss manuals like these


Call the city and have them investigate. Also get some brita filters.