No, it isn’t. It’s just stupid.
So Lawrence has already observed that blogging on his side is going to be light this week for reasons.
This would be a good chance to get people flocking over here like a bunch of temporarily orphaned baby ducks…
…except, as previously noted, I’m having cataract surgery on my right eye tomorrow, and I’m not sure how well I’m going to be able to see, much less blog, afterwards.
Plus, you know, they say you shouldn’t drive or operate heavy machinery after surgery. I’m not sure if blogging counts as operating heavy machinery, but, as a great philosopher once said:
See you all as and when I can.
Getting it done to the right eye is better than getting it done to the wrong eye.
Other eye doctor puts stickers above the eye they’re going to treat.
I feel like they should give you the stickers AFTER treatment, and only if you’re well behaved.
I like the one about the no smoking sign on your cigarette break. I spent most of my working life in a steel melt factory. On the melt floor of the air melt shop, you could see the air you were breathing, even with the air reclaiming system. Then my state of Michigan, in their infinite wisdom, made a law that you could not smoke in the workplace.
Back then I was a smoker. We worked a LOT of 12 hour shifts. Doing dangerous but routine work. So often I would smoke while changing the pouring gates on the bottom of a ladle, or some other task that was required when pouring steel.
But thanks to Big Brother, when you wanted to smoke, you had to get someone to cover you while you went outside to the “smoke shack”. When I was the utility guy, or floater, I was trained to do every job on the melt floor, including running ladles, furnaces, and transfer cranes, among many other jobs. So I often got called to jump from one job to the next, until everyone had a smoke. Then often I had to start over again. We didn’t get actual breaks when working the melt shop, due to not being able to just stop molten steel.