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More Fun With Nuclear Medicine today.

More brain surgery for
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Only it was fiberglass, in my sister's attic. Bah.

I was going to make aebleskivers for Christmas, until I remembered my sister has an induction stovetop. Bah.

Aside from that (a recurring theme of being thwarted by the modernity of my sister's home, clearly), a good time was had by all. Our families are beginning to grasp this scaling-back thing, ( Read more... )

You buy them toys, and buy them toys, and all they do is play with what's in their underwear.
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and proceed directly to the ham.  My sister got a Petit-Jean smoked ham from her employer, and I bought a YB Meats smoked ham. She's saving hers for Christmas, but I'm thinking of getting some more YB then and having a throwdown, because I'm pretty sure it just doesn't get any better than this.

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No, I didn't get the grenade-balanced-on-head shot. I got this one, where you can clearly see the thought going through the nine-year-old neighbor's head, and then I got a fuzzier one after that, wherein we learn that SWAT armor can deflect lightsabers (at least collapsing ones). And I got none where you can actually see the costume under the robe.


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I just informed my son that "If you do that again, I'm blogging it."

It was surprisingly effective.

There are a lot of freaky obscure illnesses out there.

I don't have any of them (or if I do, they're invisible to me too), but I expect most of my readers are aware that my mother-in-law does, so in honor of the week I'll recap.

Pseudotumor cerebri, or as it's coming to be known, idiopathic intracranial hypertension, is a neurological condition where ( Read more... )

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