Kate M. Jackson was a graduate of the Boston Latin Academy class of 1988, and is currently undergoing chemotherapy for breast cancer at the Dana Farber Cancer Institute.
Her blog, Pointy Universe, is a great blog that takes us on her journey with with interest, humor, and ruefulness about what happens when cancer occurs and how people deal with the hair falling out, the 15 hour sleep sessions, and the nausea.
Kate, should you read my blog between the sessions of red death and radiation, I graduated two years later in 1990...I'm the tall red headed guy with glasses. The DFCI people are fantastic and will help you through this journey...they helped my dad through his treatments until his final days. Ad aspera ad astra, and your hair will grow back!
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
9/13/2008
KHOU has a wicked sense of humor...
KHOU in Houston put up statuses of the damage done by Ike...but you've got to hand it to them to connect the hurricane with Tina Turner. Must be some kind of Javascript deal.
2/22/2008
"What if they replaced the word f--- for the word kill in all those movie cliches?"
That's an old George Carlin skit with examples like "kill the ump," "'Okay Sheriff, we're gonna kill ya now. But we're gonna kill ya slow.'" "Shamu the Killer Whale."
It wouldn't help either way in little Jim's situation; unless those clever and bitter souls who program Elmo have other naughty Elmos, like Elmo Knows the Aristocrats Skit, Elmo Says Racial Epithets, Elmo The Pimp/Gangbanger, and Elmo the Leftist Agitator Whose Arrest Record Is The Size of the Manhattan Phonebook.
It wouldn't help either way in little Jim's situation; unless those clever and bitter souls who program Elmo have other naughty Elmos, like Elmo Knows the Aristocrats Skit, Elmo Says Racial Epithets, Elmo The Pimp/Gangbanger, and Elmo the Leftist Agitator Whose Arrest Record Is The Size of the Manhattan Phonebook.
9/21/2007
Making crab cakes out of cancer
All I ask is that you watch the video of Randy Pausch, a computer science professor from Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh, and once you're done, ask yourself how a man with terminal pancreatic cancer can still have the vim and vigor of a freshly-minted assistant professor. Never mind your political bent - see if you would face the end of your life either severely depressed or looking forward to it as if it were a long-term vacation.
Courtesy of Power Line.
Courtesy of Power Line.
8/08/2007
Shut your damn cellphone off or else you get NOTHING
That would be the Boston version of this Bob Slate request.
Here are some variants of that sign for various neighborhoods...
Hyde Park: Please don't talk on your cellphone. (Hyde Park is known to be very simple and straightforward.)
West Roxbury: Like, your cellphone conversation, like, bothers me. Take it outside so, like, I don't have to hear it. (West Roxbury has had that "Valley Girl" kind of patina. Roslindale would omit the 'likes.')
South End/Beacon Hill: Hey, I know your phone conversation is really interesting, but how about fishing out your platinum American Express so we can complete your purchase and extend to you our wonderful customer service?
Dorchester/Roxbury: Hey, man...dig, I have one of those cellphones that bleep and chirp and I gotta tell you, they're convenient. But I gotta tell you - stop chirping now, 'cause I get it mixed up with my alarm system.
Charlestown/North End: Yo, you with the %&#$@# idiot device glued to your skull! You're holding up the $%#&@ line! You got FIVE seconds to hang up that phone or else you're gonna make medical history when MGH takes it out of your intestines!
East Boston: Hey, man...nice phone! Who you talkin' to, pal? Listen, my grandmother's just been learning English (she's from the old country, know what I'm sayin'?) and last week she asked me something about what you're talking about now...she thinks it's funny, but you know, Granny's forgets sometimes that certain combinations of words ain't good, and my mother, she's gotten quite embarrassed. You know where Cleveland is, right? You know what a steamer is, right? You put them together...that what my grandmother said in front of Monsignor Delgato, eh? So to put me in good spirits with my mother again, I gotta ask you to put the cell phone away.
Here are some variants of that sign for various neighborhoods...
Hyde Park: Please don't talk on your cellphone. (Hyde Park is known to be very simple and straightforward.)
West Roxbury: Like, your cellphone conversation, like, bothers me. Take it outside so, like, I don't have to hear it. (West Roxbury has had that "Valley Girl" kind of patina. Roslindale would omit the 'likes.')
South End/Beacon Hill: Hey, I know your phone conversation is really interesting, but how about fishing out your platinum American Express so we can complete your purchase and extend to you our wonderful customer service?
Dorchester/Roxbury: Hey, man...dig, I have one of those cellphones that bleep and chirp and I gotta tell you, they're convenient. But I gotta tell you - stop chirping now, 'cause I get it mixed up with my alarm system.
Charlestown/North End: Yo, you with the %&#$@# idiot device glued to your skull! You're holding up the $%#&@ line! You got FIVE seconds to hang up that phone or else you're gonna make medical history when MGH takes it out of your intestines!
East Boston: Hey, man...nice phone! Who you talkin' to, pal? Listen, my grandmother's just been learning English (she's from the old country, know what I'm sayin'?) and last week she asked me something about what you're talking about now...she thinks it's funny, but you know, Granny's forgets sometimes that certain combinations of words ain't good, and my mother, she's gotten quite embarrassed. You know where Cleveland is, right? You know what a steamer is, right? You put them together...that what my grandmother said in front of Monsignor Delgato, eh? So to put me in good spirits with my mother again, I gotta ask you to put the cell phone away.
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