DEBRIS.COMgood for a laugh, or possibly an aneurysm

I find this hard to believe.

ns-62> /usr/bin/whois corinthianleather.com
[whois.internic.net]

No match for "CORINTHIANLEATHER.COM".

In December 1994 I drove east from California in search of old Route 66. One of my stops was the Wigwam Motel in Holbrook, Arizona.

Inside each wigwam, the walls tilt in at about a 25° angle. This makes using the bathroom mirror a unique experience, because the angle of the mirror allows you to stand straight, gaze straight ahead, and look at your feet.

I dug this image out of my archives so I could be a part of The Mirror Project.

“I’ve always wanted to be a doctor,” said my doctor as she continued with the procedure involving sharp-bladed instruments. “When I was 17, Dr. Leibenkind used to let me practice installing stitches for patients whenever the scar would be hidden.”

(She didn’t say “installing,” but I like the sound of that better. Also I enjoy the hardware connotation. Certainly you can imagine how stitched-up human flesh takes on the appearance of an obscure cable connector, like something out of the Belkin catalog.)

I grimaced again, as I tend to do when I’m being burned, cut, sewn, etc. “17?” I grunted. “Was Dr. Leibenkind a friend of the family?” I wasn’t sure how else a 17-yr-old would get her hands on a set of sutures, much less a live patient and an open wound.

“No,” she explained, “I was his file clerk.”

I had to laugh, but I stifled it so as not to impale myself on a scalpel. “Did the patients know they were being stitched up by the file clerk?” Something about that just had a funny ring to it. The doctor laughed, too; I can tell because of the little jog in my scar.

She explained that the patients didn’t know, but that Dr. Leibenkind had supervised every stitch, mitigating the risk that my then-only-a-file-clerk doctor would accidentally sew someone’s earlobe onto their scapula, or something. I took this as good news, because if the file clerk was doing surgery, it follows that the surgeon might be out in the office putting correspondence into folders.

Here’s one for the therapists in the audience.

I rented a few movies the other night — something I hadn’t done in weeks. In a rush, I grabbed Requiem for a Dream from the “new releases” shelf (which is where our local video store keeps every title released in the past two years) and Ben Stiller’s Permanent Midnight, which I’d been meaning to see.

It wasn’t until the next day, after watching both films, that I realized that I’d rented two movies about heroin addiction.

Err, help?

Alta-Vista has taken an intriguing step; their Add URL page requires that users type in an alphanumeric “submission code” that appears in a GIF on the page. I guess this was done to foil site-submission bots…?