Friday, September 4, 2009

Beware of people bearing baked goods

The latest MMWR is out. I want to know why I never seem to encounter sidewalk vendors selling brownies. All I ever bump into are the carts peddling strange-colored hot dogs with mystery meat ingredients.


  1. Helen loves hot dogs and is always having me fix them for her. I can't much stand them and fix myself something else to eat.

    A 2004 study by the Institute of Medicine, a branch of the National Academy of Sciences, found that lack of health insurance causes 18,000 unnecessary deaths a year.

    It's okay, there are too damn many monkeys on this planet anyway, we're like weeds.

  2. Oh god, BBC is here. I usually run with I see him, but lately he has left a couple of almost coherent rants.

    We have carts here where Mexican women sell their great tacos, burritos and enchiladas just ten blocks from my house. I love their food. Would rather have it than any of the high priced Mexican restaurants that are full of white people. I sit on the wall with the mostly Mexican workers taking a break. And shovel in the beans and pulled pork, the fresh little tortillas are so good.

    Sorry about that wander. BBC made me do it.

  3. I made her do it, ha ha ha. Na, I think her meds are a bit off. That and she doesn't want to die but none of us get out of that.

    Five Foot Two, remember that song from 1925? Nice song. And how about The Big Rock Candy Mountain? I didn’t know it was in southern Utah on route 89 until I stumbled upon it early one morning on my way to New Mexico just as the sun was coming up. The weather and conditions were just right so that it was very pretty and pretty impressive, and I’m hard to impress.


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