Currently reading Dexter by Design on my wife’s eBook reader. At Kizer Kamp this week, lots of people noticed it and said, “Oooh, is that a KINDLE?” No fraid not and it ain’t a Nook, either. Wish it were, since black-on-gray kills my eyes in dim light. I’m not young anymore.
This Dexter is slickly written, or at least I thought so until Lindsay sent Dex traipsing off to Cuba. Lindsay’s Cuba pales besides memories of Martin Cruz Smith’s Havana Bay. Speaking of which, am I really going to have to wait until MARCH 2010 for Smith’s next Arkady Renko novel? (BTW, what a crappy blurb.) Dex in Havana? The book stumbles into a crawl just as it should be zooming along. Still, it’s been a fun novel up until now.
Something I learned the other day at Kizer Kamp: Disneyland has closed It’s A Small World. Why? People are too fat. They’ve been bottoming out the boats. But that’s okay — that ride sucked donkey balls. Even when I was five, I couldn’t see the point.
Women are fatter. I wish I could remember the stats, but I think it ran something like this: average American woman’s weight in the 1950s was under 140 lbs; now it’s 170. To me, even 140 sounds heavy, but then I’m married to a ninety-pounder.
Happy patients today, some deliriously so. Some of the happiest patients you’ll ever meet are the ones who have parted with their unholy tonsils. Bill Cosby had an old routine wherein the young Bill would question the doctor, Why do I need to have my tonsils taken out? The doctor replies, Son, tonsils are like soldiers fighting in a vicious, bitter war . . . and yours have joined the other side.
So true.
Sometimes I look at my blogroll, and it’s like looking at a reflection of an earlier me. A fossilized me. Where are some of these people nowadays? Some of them haven’t come around in years. Nor have I visited their blogs. Why do I hang onto them? Is it just inertia?
I had my third and final “University” meeting in Pasadena today — the Kize’s attempt to indoctrinate us inculcate the corporate values in its new employees. As I’ve mentioned previously, I’m thoroughly indoctrinated inculcated. But I think they need some work getting their message straight. All well and good to lecture us for 30 minutes on the merits of exercise, how important it is to “live the Thrive message” and set a good example for our patients . . . but then they serve us cookies and quiche cups and coconut shrimp and egg rolls?
Don’t get me wrong — the food rawked. I ate my fill. And now I’m way too bloated to participate in the Kize’s triathlon.