Oh, may I just say that despite months of hearing their songs on the radio, I still cannot get enough of John Mayer and Jack Johnson. I hope they're not one-hit wonders. And , btw, the Santana/Michelle Branch song is golden. Her voice sounds better on that song than I've ever heard it. So ... smooth. Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha.

I was accosted by a homeless girl last night. Picture it, I'm walking out of Safeway with two bags when I spot her. As I approach she says...



HG: Can I have some food?

TJ: Can you have some food?!

HG: Yeah!

TJ: Uh, do you want some Halloween candy?

HG: Hell yeah I want some fucking candy! Yeeeeeeeeah!



Homeless girl procees to run toward me and throws her arms around me.



I was sort of doubting that she was really homeless because she and her friend looked really clean and were wearing like Gap clothes, I swear. But then she kept on talking to me and I realized she was a total insaniac, so she probably was homeless.



Whatev. A little candy makes everyone smile.

OK, I'm not saying girls club was the best show on TV, but it was entertaining, and it featured the breathtaking city of San Francisco as its backdrop. Why cancel a show after two episodes? What kind of show can build a fan base after the pilot, except cheesy rip-offs like CSI: Miami.



Lame!

Oh my God. The elephant man! Scary! Cathartic! Can't turn your head away disgusting!



AHHH.

I see some pretty crazy test results and procedures on the labs that come through my office. You know, the old rectal biopsy, for example. I see pictures of spleens and such. But the funniest test name I've ever seen is esophagogastroduodenoscopy. It brings me great pride that I can even spell that behemoth.



And let's not forget weird patient names. Willie Dong comes to mind.

Muffin tops just aren't the same as the real tops of whole muffins.



It's the same, but different. Ya know what I mean?



Damn you Molly Stone's, you tricky little bitch!

Angels pitcher Donnelly was rocking the glasses tonight. Crazy.



Oh, and go giants (or va gigantes, as the lame radio DJs love to say - they're so multicultural!)