DLand - Voulez vous couchez avec moi, ce soir?

This article makes me very mad. Basically, Virginia Beach has just passed a local ordinance saying that you can only have same sex tattooing and piercing. What a crock of stupidness. Now, whether you think having someone of the opposite sex touching your genitals for a professional procedure is a good idea ... ok, so whether you think having your crotch pierced or tattooed is a good idea, it is not up to your city to make it against the law. This is a complex mixture of medicine and art. I don't just want any gal tattooing me or piercing me based on her gender, instead of her skill. What woman has enough moxy to pierce her genitals, but not enough to cuss out the man doing it or kick him in the head? Perhaps I'm just missing something. Bah, is all I have to say.

In other news, we saw Pearl Harbor on Tuesday night and Moulin Rouge on Thursday night. Pearl Harbor was okay - nothing fabulous. But Moulin Rouge was totally wonderful. I really did feel like I was in another world. The colors were so fabulous! Sweetpea's comment was “I had no idea Ewan MacGregor was that talented and no idea that Nicole Kidman was that much of a hottie.” Profound, my sweet. But I've done all kinds of homework on the Moulin Rouge and late nineteenth century Europe. I can't wait to own that movie. It was like a comic book that moved! So my biased review was go see it immediately.

Sharon was talking about it on Wednesday night and how she wanted to see how they dealt with it being from Toulouse-Lautrec's point of view and how that would have affected the story. It was amazing to listen to her wax poetic about it. I forgot she has a degree in Art and was completely in her element. It was fun to learn from her. It inspired me to do some homework about it.

The other fascinating thing Sharon was talking about was when Mungoe was sent out for Desert Storm. He went to Okinawa and then some random Asian country (can't remember where). They get there and the volcano there erupts. All the power goes out and all the pregnant women go in to labor - at the same time (something to do with the barometric pressure of something). So Mungoe spends days delivering babies in an Asian hospital with a coal miners lantern on his head since they have *no lights*. I saw him in a whole new light (no pun intended). So the next time you see Mungoe or the next time you think your job is kinda hectic, think of what his job has been like somedays. I still can't get the image out of my head of his head between a pregnant lady's knees with a spotlight on her crotch yelling “One more push!”. tee hee hee They probably have an ordinance against that in Virginia Beach too.

DLand - Seduction at the Chevy Lot

We almost bought a car on Saturday. We were so close. I'll spare you the torrid details about how the sales manager wouldn't tell me what interest rate they could offer but said they could beat any bank. And how he said that if I liked the car, then I shouldn't lose sleep over it but just buy it (and pay them $500 a month for the next 5 years). Oh and our salesman was a year younger than I was! I can't buy something from someone that young. Just call me a hypocrite next time I complain about age descrimination. But the final straw was when they would only give me $3500 for the Saturn. Could you believe?! Had our salesboy not been so nice, I would have leapt up in a diatribe of vocabulary that would make a sailor blush. So now, Sweetpea washed my car and I wouldn't get rid of it if wild horses drug me away from it. I admit it, I was seduced by cupholders and vanity mirrors. But the temptation all boiled down to a very expensive monthly payment for the rest of my life and just for transportation acquired from a schmarmy sales manager. My mother told my father that we were car shopping on Saturday.

Dad: That's dangerous!

Mom: I know.

Dad: That's like locking a man in a room full of naked women and saying “Now don't be tempted!”

Mom: I know it is. I told her that.

Dad: No, it's worse than that! It's like a man in a room of sex crazed naked women! Locking him in there!

Mom: Mm-hmm. I know.

Needless to say my parents aren't the new car type of people. So, I turned away from the sex crazed naked women and have consoled myself with all the goodies I can buy in place of all those car payments. So Sweetpea and I bought new sunglasses instead and a Jeep seat slider and nerf bars and some clothes. Kiss my ass, Chevy dealership!

DLand - Is it hot in here or is it me?

Weather forecast in the Walt Disney World Dolphin Hotel - partly cloudy. I woke up this morning and when I stepped out into the hall smelled burnt toast. After much confusion, I finally found out that there was a forest fire about 3 miles north of the park and that the winds were sending the smoke all through the park ... and into the hotels. The exhibit hall and front lobby all had several feet of smoke hovering at the tops of them. It was very strange. Earlier it was bad enough they closed the airport and it was hard to drive around. But it seems to have cleared up so far. Saturday I flew down to Orlando for this Medical Library Association conference. Overall that was pretty uneventful. But I'm discovering that all of Walt Disney World was designed by a ten-year-old. The happiest place on earth? More like the tackiest place on earth. I am staying in the most gaudy hotel known to man. Salmon and mint julip vomiting all over the curtains and furniture. My lamps are shaped like palm trees. My light fixtures are covered with pineapples. I'll add pictures when I get home. It's horrendous.

So the work part of this trip has been a bit of a joke. I was brought in to be the medical features expert on our product and I think I talked to three people today. Ah, well. I'm getting a free tour of DisneyWorld. I had breakfast with Pluto and his friends this morning. I tell ya, that Dale Chipmunk is a real Casanova.