moblog uk

milogeorge's moblog

by milogeorge

user profile | dashboard | milogeorge maps

Milos George is a writer/editor and activist who has vowed to wipe out the disease Endemic Treponematosis within his lifetime. To raise awareness of ET, Mr. George has vowed to create one panel a day of his photocomic/monkey suicide note The Last Road Home, for the rest of his life.

Recent visitors

rss rss feed

Shopping at wegmans Monday

(viewed 366 times)
Do people in Philadelphia really put cream cheese in their sushi?
14th Mar 2007, 19:22   comments (1)

High-tension wires

(viewed 356 times)
Waiting for a Volvo that starts.
13th Mar 2007, 22:14   comments (0)

Waiting for my MD

(viewed 365 times)
His kids make awesome detailed pirate art. Move over, Zettwoch!
12th Mar 2007, 19:22   comments (0)

Farewell, my standing setup

(viewed 356 times)
Now that my neck, mouse arm/shoulder and feet hurt more than my lower back, it's time to retire the desk on desk stopgap measure.
12th Mar 2007, 03:50   comments (0)

Our Frog Cakes

With a cameo appearance by Little Man.
7th Mar 2007, 23:36   comments (0)

FROG CAKE 2007

(viewed 853 times)
WEGMANS HAVE THE FROG CAKES! ALL GLORY BE TO THE FROG CAKE!! IT IS THE NEW FLESH BROTHERS AND SISTERS!!!
7th Mar 2007, 23:32   comments (1)

When evangelicals vandalize

(viewed 387 times)
How long has it been since those "Where's the Beef?" ads were aired? Did grandma have a pen and an urge to deface an annoying poster that's all over the hospital? And this was the most devasting thing this graphittist could think of while waiting for the elevator? Good grief, I say.
7th Mar 2007, 23:29   comments (0)

avoiding PTS in the pissoir

(viewed 446 times)
So, I had to get some bloodwork done today. Normally, I avoid such things whenever possible, not because I'm afraid of needles but because I hate phlebotomists. In my experience, they're a close third in the worst-people derby after publicists and concentration-camp commandants. Today's example was no different -- never gave his name, joked about being out of needles and acted like an ass to the nurse working in the next station. Somehow, this failed stnadup comic bullseyed one of my PSTD triggers just as he started drawing the blood. I'm knawing on my other fist while he continued to bust the nurse's chops with the kind of hilarity even open-mic hicks won't touch, and in a way the made it clear that he's deployed those brilliant bon mots before. Asshole.So, the blood's taken, my arm's patched and a cup & towelette is in my hand before I realize where I am again. My comedian is ushering me into a restroom and the only thing he tells me before vanishing is that the towelette is to wipe off, put the specimin in the little door and then I'm done.I had no idea what I was supposed to do -- other than one drug test in college, I've never done anything like this before. It strikes me as foolish that the instructions are posted above the door, the last thing one would look at before leaving. Wouldn't the wall next to the toilet be a more useful spot for them? That's where the action for this test is, after all.Anyway, I assumed the towelette was for any spillage or dick contact (direct or "second-hand" if you know what I mean) to the cup, so I wiped it with the towelette. Keep in mind I'm still on the edge of a panic attack. Once the cup is sealed, then I see the instruction sheets. It was really funny at the time. Hopefully, it'll be funny enough to stave off night terrors about the old trauma tonight. Whee. Fucking phlebotomists.
7th Mar 2007, 23:21   comments (0)