The other day, I said that alternative medicine doctors can be charged with malpractice or gross negligence and put in jail if they use un-approved treatments and the patient dies. (This was in the context of an argument about how big pharma is probably shutting down known treatments to some diseases and illnesses out there.)
And, Steve thought about it and asked, “Is this something you saw on Law and Order.”
Yes. But, that doesn’t mean it’s not true.
And, yeah, yeah, I’ll be back soon. Things have been busy.
Here are the six factors that determine happiness.
Though I’m pretty sure happiness is overrated. (Charlie Sheen was probably pretty happy for quite awhile.)
I’ve got three of the six.
People email me a lot (for work, not personally, though they do that too) and call me and comment on my stories. All positives, except that many times the people doing those things don’t have positive things to say.
According to the internet, I’m a terrible person, the worst journalist in the world, a juvenile with no understanding of the English language, trying to push my miserable 1% agenda. [People also email me about how great I am too, but those don’t go as innately against my image of myself.]
There are a lot of jobs where people voice their displeasure with you, but few seem to give people the right to do it so personally. ‘Hey, that hamburger you’re making sucks, your mother must hate you.’
Every now and then I’m pretty sure I’m getting better at dealing with it — it was easier to ignore when you wrote for a paper and harder when you’re down in the internet muck with them — but lots of times I still get pissed off and want to go knock on these peoples’ doors and explain why the point they’re saying I suck at was actually made in my third paragraph.
My all-time favorite insult was when someone told me it’s clear I hate the Constitution. I don’t think I got that upset about that one (actually, I got really upset about that particular whole string of ‘Kelly sucks, No, she doesn’t’ comments because they were really misinformed and came at the end of a long day), but there’s not much to say in response to be called “anti-Constitution.” Because, really, maybe I hate the Constitution (I don’t), but I don’t know how you would be able to tell that from a story about a town council meeting.
And my ankle is hurting slightly less today. And I swam a WHOLE 50 minutes.
Shit is looking up.
This weekend I perfected the most perfect dessert ever. I will now share that recipe with you. Trust me. You need to try this.
– Package of Nestle Chocolate-Chip break and bake cookies
– Gallon of Vanilla Ice Cream
1. Break up the pieces of cookie dough. Place them about a centimeter apart in a square in a brownie pan. This allows the cookies to cook semi-thoroughly, but spread out and create one giant cookie.
2. Heat the oven to 360 degrees, but stick the pan in when it’s not fully warmed up.
3. Bake 12-15 minutes or until the cookies have melded together and the edges are golden-brown, but the insides are still gooey.
4. Scoop the cookies into a bowl.
5. Put ice cream on top. Eat immediately.
Six break-and-bake cookies makes about one serving of giant cookie goodness.
I will shortly explain all the full adventures of my weekend, in which I shut down an airport.
Ok, kinda. Not really.
But for now:
I think Choire is my favorite person ever.