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I can see again! This calls for a song!

This is just bizarre - one guy's mission to rewrite tragic operas, and make the endings happier.

What might that be like? Will Violetta the prostitute be cured of consumption in the last act by Germont's long-lost sister, the virologist? Will Don Giovanni repent at the last moment and escape being drawn into Hell? Maybe he'll accept Jesus as his Personal Savior and be redeemed. The possibilities are endless - and oh so tacky.

Wouldn't you like to be a V-ger too?

People have been telling me I need a new banner. This physician banner is something I knocked together a few days ago ...

Yeah, I know. I'll work on it.

It's raining today, thank goodness. I mean hell's bells, Mother Nature set a new precipitation record for March, here in the Central Valley, but that's no reason why she should rest on her proverbial laurels. Keep raining! More rain! Push on through July! You can do it!

I got up this morning, and saw my dog Daisy on Bunny's bed. She looked at me and I looked at her, and Daisy was all like, 'It is so warm and snuggly right here, and I swear I do not have to pee. Pleeeease don't make me go outside ...' So I left her there. Good Pam!

BB and I watched Star Trek: The V-Ger Movie the other night. It's hard to believe, as nuts as I ever was about Star Trek, that I never saw this silly thing! It came out in 1979! But I'd always heard it was a bomb, and in my grief I avoided it. But apparantly they re-released it? or something? and included a major DC re-edit for free? Anyway, BB says it's ten times better now.

The Beeb acted as my host, giving his annotations throughout. "Now long about here," he murmured forty minutes in, "we were sick and tired of William Shatner's toupee."

"Did you shout things at the screen?"

"No, this was Star Trek, not Rocky Horror. But we did talk amongst ourselves."

Anthony, darling, we missed you terribly, and spoke of you with great reverence. Nobody can imitate the alien Ilia, walking around like a robot and saying "V-ger, V-ger" in a short little tunic, like you do.

Celebration of life

Yesterday, I attended a memorial service for a lady at church who'd been a piller of the community. It was my first Unitarian-Universalist memorial service, which is odd, considering I've been a member since 1998!

I only meant to stay a few minutes. Probably because I'm used to memorial services being entirely given over to the minister's guesses about whether the dearly departed made it to heaven or hell. But I should have known better, this being UU. They spent a great deal of time honoring her life and no time at all admonishing us about where her soul (and by extension, ours) will spent eternity. First came a thoughtful eulogy. Later the minister roamed the congregation with a microphone, a la Oprah (as she put it), letting friends tell little anecdotes.

This is just the kind of service I hope people throw when I go.

And this poem was read during the service. I googled it when I got home and found out it was written by a UU minister. It's apparantly pretty popular at these memorials:

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You are... The Kentucky State Quarter!!!

Your hip style is all the rage at parties among the glitterati!
As the Kentucky State emissary to the League of State Quarters,
you represent the hearts and souls of the fine folks of the Bluegrass State.
Although a bit, uh, rough around the edges, you nonetheless regally display
the profile of our great nations first President. And, like Washington,
you are truly a revolutionary. Your best quality is, of course, your great horse-and-stable design.
But what people really appreciate in you is that you do not feel the need to
roll around bragging about how special and shiny you are. Your quiet confidence is contagious.
PS - Legend has it that at one time, you would sell yourself for one game of Galaga. That is sick, bro.

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