Where’s the peanut butter?!

Our cat is asthmatic. To
treat this we’ve been giving him a steroid (prednisone) and a
bronchial dilator but recently this just hasn’t seemed adequate so
we’re switching to an AeroKat
inhaler and Flovent. We had gotten the pills at a great price from href="http://www.1800petmeds.com/">PetMeds.com but they don’t seem
to carry the inhaler, so we need another supplier.

The drug for the inhaler costs a lot more than the pills had
(about $160 per order) so we started looking at getting the stuff from
Canada and I did a little research. The state of Washington offers href="http://rx.wa.gov/canadian.shtml">recommendations for people
considering buying drugs from Canada and link to information from
the state of Wisconsin’s website where you can find href="http://www.drugsavings.wi.gov/medicinelist.asp">pricing
estimates for drugs from Canada with links to various outlets. Our
cat’s inhaler drugs will cost about half of what we’d pay in the
states. There’s a wait time involved, though, and I was hoping that we
could simply drive to BC and pick up an order more quickly, but
evidently most of that 2-3 weeks is for new patient processing, so
whether we do mail order or just buy the drugs, it’ll be about the
same time. But the drugs from Canada are definitely a ton cheaper, so
if I need to buy drugs in the future and it won’t be covered by some
form of insurance, I would definitely do this again.

That may be how you spell “$200 down the drain and damaged hardwoods”.
I got a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=dizygotheca">Dizygotheca
(False Aralia) a couple months ago and so far it hasn’t done anything
but lose its leaves. I found it on sale but it’s still the biggest,
most expensive plant (and pot/saucer) in my collection. A glimmer of
hope has come today in href="http://web1.msue.msu.edu/msue/imp/modzz/00000536.html">this
page which claims that “Leaf drop occurs when the plant is
transferred from a greenhouse to a home.” Please come back little
plant - I can change!

It looks like craigslist will let me put pictures in my posts but they
need to be hosted someplace else already. This seems fair enough
except that many hosts probably prohibit deep linking. Mine
does. What’s the magic goo I need in my .htaccess to say “allow deep
links to files in http://www.psoul.com/dl”? This shouldn’t be that
hard…

UPDATE 2005.03.13 Workaround

I don’t know how to get Apache to allow deeplinking to host the
pictures for my ads on onw website, but evidently href="http://www.micronewsads.com">micronewsads, where Microserfs
can buy, sell, or give away stuff (yeah, you basically need to work
there to access any of this) allows linking directly to pictures. This
is strange since if you’re looking at an ad on micronewsads and try to
click a thumbnail to get the full-sized picture, you may get an error
page indicating you need to sign out and back in to Passport to access
that resource. This is broken in about three ways: a) what’s the point
of using Passport for authentication if you don’t trust it? b) I had
logged in to Passport no more than 5 minutes ago, so something has to
be wrong with that local timeout and c) I need to be authenticated
before I’m allowed to access some resource that I can deep link to
without authentication? c) is the magic piece of brokenness
that lets me do what I want, though. Please consider buying my href="http://seattle.craigslist.org/car/63583105.html">snow tires
or old TV
center!

So I’m in the kitchen at work, patiently waiting for the pot of coffee
I’ve just started to finish brewing. Another guy comes along and now
I’m in that awkward “here we both are, waiting for the pot of coffee
to brew” Dilbert situation. My cup is under the spout, clearly staking
my claim on the first cup when it’s done. We both wait a while and
eventually he asks me (while it’s still brewing) if I mind if he takes
the first cup now while it’s still brewing because he likes it kind of
strong. I explain that that practice means the rest of the pot is
watered down. He starts to contest this but realizes that he’s arguing
for the Free Lunch since that extra zing has got to come from
someplace. The moral that typical interviews spend far too much time
in the office at work and not enough time in front of the coffee pots
and other appliances (don’t even get me started on the mens’
bathrooms).

Bob Dylan kicked off his tour
last night in Seattle with Merle Haggard and Amos Lee. We missed Amos
Lee but caught Merle Haggard. I wasn’t sure what to expect from Merle.
A friend had caught his show a few years ago at the Showbox and said
he’d forgotten some of the words to Okie from Muskogee, but last night
he and the Strangers sounded great. His voice was great, he knew
almost all the words, and he charmed the crowd with statements like
“I’m really glad Bob asked me to come out on tour with me…” before
realizing that he was the opening band.

Bob Dylan’s show was lively but he doesn’t have a whole lot in the way
of stage presence. I expected Billy Braggish sermonizing from the
stage but Bob offered neither a single word directed at the crowd (no
“hello, Seattle!”s, no introduction of his entourage, no “good night”)
nor really an intelligible word all night. We could recognize “Like a
Rolling Stone” and “Mr. Tambourine Man” but only by the music. For me
the experience was a little like a dream where you’re in your native
country and you can tell the people around you are speaking your
language but you can’t understand it. The audience was treated to two
encores including a song popularized not by Bob Dylan but a
Washingtonian (”All Along the Watchtower”, or, as Bob performed it:
Vzz Z-lzzz zzz Wzztzz-zz”).

I think it was the first concert I’d seen where the roadies prepared
the stage behind a curtain and it is definitely the most expensive
rock concert I have ever seen, but for a brother from Minnesota, it
was worth it.

Tiger Woods just regained his #1 position and Phil Mickelson has
assumed . . . another position.

(Courtesy of Yahoo’s most emailed pictures)

Courtesy of Nicholas Carroll:

Mormons don’t have to pay to have a wedding in one of their temples,
so that blew the premise of an LDS Missionary needing money to have
his wedding in the “pricey” Salt Lake City Temple. Considering that
becoming a porno actor would actually cause the Mormon missionary to
be disfellowshipped/excommunicated from his church, he wouldn’t be
able to have a wedding in any Mormon temple. If the
producer/writer/director couldn’t get their fact straight on that one
point, the whole premise of the film falls flat.