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Here’s the inside.

These are the CT scans of the inside of my head showing how screwed up my nose is. I will be getting surgery to repair my physical defects, and then I will look like George Clooney.

First, here’s a scan of a slice of my head from pretty close to the outside of my face. You can see the little line going through my head in the bottom right to show you where exactly this slice is in my skull:

The yellow arrow points to where Kent’s septum is. The red line is where George Clooney’s is located.

Continue reading Because everyone loved the pictures of the outside of my head

So I’m walking to work this morning, and it’s a little chilly so I’m wearing my grey hooded sweatshirt that I got for Xmas. For some reason, the sweatshirt reminds me of Mikey’s older brother from the Goonies. That leads me to thinking about how great it would be for a bunch of people to dress up as the Goonies for Halloween. It’s perfect for those folks who hate dressing up, since there’s not much too it. I guess someone would have to wear a cheerleader outfit, which might make them a bit self-conscious.

So it’s May, and I’m thinking about Halloween costumes. I got dibs on Chunk. Dave has to be Sloth.

This is the sort of stuff I think about as I walk to work.

And now that I’ve looked up some pictures from teh movie, it looks like Josh Brolin’s sweatshirt is blue.

Dave crapped out so Kent and I went to play raquetball. Amazingly, Kent didn’t get hurt and the little raquetball doesn’t hurt as much as you think it would when it hits you.

At first, I was a bit wary of this ball flying about and you’re never really sure where it’s going to land… and the court echos every sound so Kent and I spent the first half hour saying, ‘What did you say?”. But in the end, I wasn’t that bad.

We kept score a bit (and I believe that Kent is beginning to adopt Dave’s way of giving my point to himself, but you just have to keep score as well)… and when they LIE TO YOU say, “I can’t hear you, what did you say?” Then they get embarrassed about LYING TO YOU and correct themselves.

All in all, a good first try. Different from tennis but I’m pretty good at hitting the ball with accuracy. I gave about 85% considering the majority of the game I was swinging my head around making sure I didn’t get hit with the raquet or the ball.
See you on the court Dave. I’m bringing a score pad.

Who will be the hero of what has been called the Most Important JazzFest Ever? The Big Easy took the Mardi Gras crown. But if the city’s politicians — and the Saints — don’t get their acts together (see Kimberly Williamson post, and why in the hell are we looking to trade Stallworth and D. Smith?), New Orleans will have a hard time repeating.

Matt was phat at M.G., and is the early favorite. Can Marnie live up to her billing? So sweet on the outside, but, kids, don’t let her fool you, she once filled a cursin’ jar.

Kent … well … he’ll likely get hurt upon arrival. But Leslie, on the other hand, has been full of spunk recently. A strong performance is anticipated for this career underachiever.

And don’t count out Susan. She’ll rock and drink margarita wine coolers with the best of them.

Stay tuned.