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Monday, December 21, 2009

My Big Brudder Now Has A Blog - Go Check It Out!

Like me, my older brother has finally got tired of boring people around him with his endless talk of pop culture, and now has the chance to bore all of you on the internet!

Seriously though, if you're into music, movies, tv and/or sports, give his blog a look.

You can even read how he fell off a ladder and discusses our family history of falling off ladders with the nurse!

So go check it out!

If you didn't catch all the other links, here's a link to his blog!

Saturday, October 03, 2009

CULTURE/SOCIETY: Britian's Great Cookie (Or Biscuit) Danger

I heard about this on NPR's Wait! Wait! Don't Tell Me!. - OlderMusicGeek

Crumbs: half of Britons injured by their biscuits on coffee break, survey reveals

More than half of all Britons have been injured by biscuits ranging from scalding from hot tea or coffee while dunking or breaking a tooth eating during a morning tea break, a survey has revealed.

An estimated 25 million adults have been injured while eating during a tea or coffee break - with at least 500 landing themselves in hospital, the survey revealed.

The custard cream biscuit was found to be the worse offender to innocent drinkers.

It beat the cookie to top a table of 15 generic types of biccy whose potential dangers were calculated by The Biscuit Injury Threat Evaluation.

Hidden dangers included flying fragments and being hurt while dunking in scalding tea through to the more strange such as people poking themselves in the eye with a biscuit or fallen off a chair reaching for the tin.

One man even ended up stuck in wet concrete after wading in to pick up a stray biscuit.

Custard creams get a risk rating of 5.63, the highest of all.

This compared to 1.16 for Jaffa cakes, which was the safest biscuit of all in the evaluation.

Research company Mindlab International were commissioned by Rocky, a chocolate biscuit bar, to conduct the research.

It found almost a third of adults said they had been splashed or scalded by hot drinks while dunking or trying to fish the remnants of a collapsed digestive.

It also revealed 28 per cent had choked on crumbs while one in 10 had broken a tooth or filling biting a biscuit.

More unusually, three per cent had poked themselves in the eye with a biscuit and seven per cent bitten by a pet or "other wild animal" trying to get their biscuit.

Mindlab International director Dr David Lewis said: "We tested the physical properties of 15 popular types of biscuits, along with aspects of their consumption such as 'dunkability' and crumb dispersal.

Mike Driver, Marketing Director for Rocky said: "We commissioned this study after learning how many biscuit related injuries are treated by doctors each year."

I've used this clip before, but it fits here too! - OMGeek

Saturday, December 20, 2008

CULTURE/SOCIETY and HUMOR: An Interesting Army Holiday Story

This is from . - OlderMusicGeek

One employee’s travel ordeal was so risky he asked that his name not be shared. Brock (not his real name) writes in an e-mail that his story began when his doctor told him, “If we can prevent infection, we won’t have to amputate.”

It was December 18, and Brock was serving in the U.S. Army in Europe. He had been evacuated to the U.S. military hospital in Landstuhl, in what was then West Germany. His injury was so serious it made one medic turn green but was not serious enough for him to be sent stateside for treatment. Much to his disappointment, Brock’s doctor wanted him to stay until December 28.

Brock did not want to spend Christmas in a military hospital. Landstuhl (Germany) Regional Medical Center pictured today.

Spending Christmas in a military hospital overseas was not a festive prospect for the young soldier. “I had to find a way back to my unit, now more than 120 miles away,” he says.

As he signed into Hospital Ward 4C and was issued his hospital pajamas, he noticed a small phone booth near the nurses’ desk. He also noticed he was the only patient who was not bed-bound and that none of the patients looked like they wanted to be spending Christmas in the hospital.

He received permission to call his unit. Brock pleaded with the staff duty officer of his unit to send someone to get him. A nurse overheard his attempted hospital break, and Brock says his uniform and boots were confiscated shortly afterward.

Looking forward to the change from Army C-rations to tasty hospital food, he was disappointed to be placed on a strict liquid diet as a potential surgery patient. “My fellow patients and I discussed our favorite holiday foods while I sank my teeth into lukewarm chicken broth,” he says.

On December 21, the duty nurse asked for suggestions to improve the patient morale in the hospital ward. After Brock suggested going to the Noncommissioned Officers (NCO) Club across the street for a beer or two, his hospital slippers were confiscated.

“The next day the nurses decided that if the patients weren’t in a festive spirit being in the hospital over Christmas, then they would make us happy and jolly,” he says.

After a nutritious breakfast of Jell-O, Brock was drafted into helping hang decorations around the hospital ward. After all, he was the only patient who could walk. “We had no Christmas tree; the best we could come up with was an IV pole with green paper and tinsel,” he says.

When the decorations failed to improve morale that afternoon, the nurses decided to try Christmas music. A scratchy tape of holiday songs recorded from the Armed Forces Network radio broadcasts was piped into the hospital ward, Brock says. The tape featured a small selection of songs, including “I’ll be Home for Christmas.” It was obvious none of the patients would be home for Christmas.

Brock and his fellow patients staged a protest after being forced to listen to “I’ll be Home for Christmas” and “Silver Bells” too many times.

The next day, Brock and his co-conspirators, “Stitches” (76 stitches in each leg from a jeep accident), “T-Bone” (fractured femur, same accident), “Halo” (in traction for a broken neck, and not much of a talker), and “Dewey” (hit by a DUI driver while in a crosswalk on base) worked out a plan to end their torment.

The next time Bing Crosby sang “Silver Bells,” they all simultaneously hit their call buttons for the nurses in perfect timing with the bells playing the melody line. When they told the angry nurses they were trying to get in the spirit of Christmas by participating in the song, the nurses decided to punish them by not playing any more Christmas music.

Brock’s morale improved even more when he learned his unit was sending a jeep for him and it would arrive by 8 p.m. that night. He could be back with his unit by the morning of Christmas Eve. “Surprisingly, the nurses did not wish me a Merry Christmas as I was signed out of the hospital ward to await my transportation,” he says.

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Friday, January 04, 2008

CULTURE/SOCIETY: I've Given Up on Human Reasoning

I read this a couple of weeks back, but was too busy with Christmas posts to get this one up.

- I actually have some Christmas posts that I didn't get up. But there's always next year! -

Anyway, this one is from the weekly supplement our local newspaper puts out for 20- and 30-somethings - which I in my mid-40's still read to see what's going on around town. - OlderMusicGeek

I've given up on human reasoning
by sarah dose staff writer

The older I get, the more I realize I don't care what other people think anymore.

I hear you groaning, but this is not an "I love myself" column focusing on how I'm an indvidual now and I don't care about what people think of my clothes or my hair.

This goes much deeper.

Recently I came to the conclusion that I really don't care how people use reason and logic. If they choose to be wrong, that is their own problem. It is much easier and less stressful to let people be wrong than to argue my way into frustration.

Lost? Let me back up a tad.

Remember a long time ago? Way back in college, all bright-eyed and idealistic? Chances are, you loved getting into healthy debates with your friends. Even strangers.

Your opinion was right, and you reveled in getting people to see your side of things. You loved hearing the words, "You're right. I never thought of it that way."

I remember those days, too. It was important for me to point out my incredible logic and to make people see the other side of things.

(Maybe that's why I ended up a journalist and got this column.)

Fast forward to the present. If you're like me, you've been out of college almost 10 years and have already given up on people. Because people don't listen.

The other night, at my part-time job, I was talking to an older gentleman about a car accident he had been involved in a year ago.

According to him, he was wearing a seatbelt and it was the reason he broke his neck. Despite the physical injuries he suffered, this 72-year-old guy he got around pretty good. A sore knee and a neck he couldn't fully move were his biggest problems now.

Instead of being thankful for his life, this guy was pissed off he'd had his seatbelt on.

I pointed out that he could have been thrown from his car, that the seatbelt may have prevented him from having a serious head injury.

This guy would hear none of it. After 10 minutes of hearing the same story repeatedly, I gave up. I simply did not care what he thought anymore and any energy I spent arguing with him was wasted.

Ten years ago, I might have argued with him into the wee hours of the night. I might have used the magical Internets to prove my point.

Now? I simply have decided that most people don't know what's best for them and therefore do not deserve to hear my expert (and right) opinion.

I've given up on humans' ability to reason. And I don't care what you have to say about it.

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