We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
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Tuesday, September 11. 2012
And welcome to Maggie's Farm, the oldest and bestest eclectic site in the sphereoblogs. It's the only site in town where you'll see a penetrating look into the human psyche by a renown psychiatrist, an exposé of the rotten core we call our educational system, a warning about the latest nasty computer virus, all followed by an endearing piece titled 'Chipmunk of the Week'. Quality eclecticity, all the way.
As far as who the hell I am, I was blogging ten years before the word was invented and had a page of the latest hot web links up a decade before Instapundit launched. Details here. As I said to Ed Driscoll today, relics like me should be preserved. As for some of my recent posts, if you like music, check this out. If you like horses, check this out. The genetics post Ed once referred to as "epic" is here, and my home site is here.
As for the rest of you lugs (and lugesses), I'm still tentatively scheduled for the 24th, but I might push it back a bit. The problem with the entire medical field is that it's full of 'ifs'. If the operation goes routinely, I might have enough money. If the post-operative costs are normal, I might have enough money. If the drugs are still available (a number of post-operative cancer drugs have recently become harder to find because of — you guessed it — government over-regulation by the FDA), I might have enough money.
It's the not-ifs that are worrying me.
The good news is that a subsidiary of the company I normally do the web work for hired me to do a big project for them (Ever put an Excel database online? It's not a pretty site.) so that'll keep me busy for a while. It should be worth about $800, but the pisser is that I won't get it for almost two months.
I also dusted off my plumbing tools the other day and made $350 replacing a water heater and two faucets. I modestly admit I haven't lost my touch. I had those puppies replaced in no time flat.
And, of course, no Big C update would be complete without including one of the many, many (many) happy-go-lucky, cheer-me-up cartoons and pics my two best friends have sent me since this all began. I'm sure lucky to have such support!
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To quote Coyote, "Eeeek!" I just threw another few shekels into the pot. Better you than feeding it to my gas-hungry SUV. I'm thinking of selling the monster - any ideas for a replacement?
If you're gonna die, don't forget to remember Maggie's Farm in your bequests!
We need a new Roto-tiller on the Farm.
Kath - I have a Dodge Stratus I picked up a few months ago that I'm really enjoying. Runs like a top, nothing's gone wrong, gets great gas mileage.
Doc - Actually, I hear Mexico is quite nice this time of year. The lovely Mexican senoritas lounging about. The romantic Mexican music wafting over the air. The screams of the dying and mutilated coming from the recovery room of your clinic. They'll be calling it "the vacation experience of a lifetime!"
Will you be tweeting the operation in real-time?
Kathy - If I were going to buy a used car, I'd look into a Saturn. I've had two friends/roommates over the years who thought they were the cat's ass.
BD - I promise to leave Maggie's Farm the Roto-tiller I use here in the marina to keep the water pliable and suitable for farming.
Jimbo - What is this strange "tweet" thing of which you speak? Wasn't that a Disney creation back in the 50's, something about a yellow bird and a cat named Sylvester? You're confusing me, buddy!
Doc, I had a Stratus. Like to killed my knees with the short seat cushion. Insufficient support to my thighs. Also had trouble seeing out the back--I hate rising belt-lines.
"I hate rising belt-lines."
I take it you're referring to your own rising belt line.
So, are you blaming Dodge or McDonald's??
doc, I'd send you a few bucks if I could do it by snail mail. I don't do on-line.
Not sure which Ed (my "real" name) you had in mind. Good news; bad news. Yes, I have the super-duper secret email address. And no, I do not feel free to share it. Sorry about that.
I was referring to the great Ed Driscoll, who occasionally stops by. And jeez, I certainly wasn't expecting anyone to blab the address, just write the guy and mention my plight to him.
Instalanche granted, per your request.
And thankee very kindly. Glenn's linked to my posts a few times over the years, but he probably doesn't remember the name.
"relics like me should be preserved"
Well, in view of your upcoming surgery south of the border, I do know an excellent taxidermist I can recommend. Just sayin'. [/gallows humor]
Ya know, when I was visiting the clinic, I wondered why there were so many drums of formaldehyde lying around. Now I got a clue!
And there I was about to pony up another 50¢. Whew!
Kind of 'mixed emotions' on this end. On one hand, now I get to go on the 24th. On the other hand, now I've got to go on the 24th! ACK!
You're going to sail through this, Doc. I'm stoked for you.
Glenn was correct, Doc. The link to your donation page is invisible....
It just seems tacky to shove it out there all the time. But I guess both of you are right so I've included it in this post, and thanks for the mention.
Nothing tacky about that...this is fund raising for a good damned cause. If you're stuck in a well f*ck Lassie, start shouting. People will understand and they'll want to help. Don't make it harder for them.
Pardon me, but did you just advocate bestiality? I mean, I know this is a farm, but...
Lassie was the name of my last girlfriend, Lassie, who was...well, a wee lassie. She was into spelunking, but was never really useful if you got your self into a fix in the hole, so to speak.
Doc, I had your snail mail address, but can't find it now. Can you e mail that to me again?
This time next month, your stitches will be out and you'll be very relieved that to be rid of those troublesome cells.
Vaya con Dios and be well!