Dudes...member that sweet game with the helicopter that flies and pics up stranded peeps and then you bring them back to base? Well, even if you don't member, go get this update. It's awesomeness is rivaled only by its freeness.

It's all starting to make sense

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Proof!

Welcome to the lucie picture blog

Cute new church coat.


She is seriously into brushing her teeth. And I am just a bit TOO excited about it.


Just finishing a set at Klubwerkz last night.


The blinds are open?!?!?!


There is a world beyond my apartment??!??


Now I know she's my daughter. She appreciates the fine delicacy that is the artichoke.


She already figured it out!


Future virtuoso in the hizzy.

stuff

Come for the super huge plane, stay for the nutjob british reporter.

insert pun here

Cute kids!


My personal fav.


Auntie Emmy and Unky Aron!


Lucie's new favorite activity. I am no longer sure she is my child.

Movie time:

Josh Jab

Make your own.

The unbearable cuteness of being

You guessed it, at the train store. I always wanted to be an engineer.


Lucie did this of her own free will at Targé the other night. Somebody's ready for halloween.


I thought she lost this skill that she once demonstrated regularly. Thankfully, I was wrong.


It turns out Lucie loves diet squirt. Is it wrong to give soda to babies? Any doctors out there?

Shblolitics

Who are you aligned with? I was pretty darned surprised.

Click here for the test.

Apparently this is my man:

Sing it with me, "Who's the man who gets all the chicks...Dennis!"

?ar

Is it a coincidence that my siblings nicknames all end in ar?
Sar,
Gar,
Lar,
Tar-Tar
Care-Bear

Ok, so the last one doesn't count. But at least her name is close. I am left to try and somehow smash an "ar" on Josh. Jar? Joshuar? It can't be done.

Wow, is this all I have to blog about today? Go Rockies! Last night's game was pretty sweet. How about that 3-run homer?!? How about me knowing what baseball is?!?

Ooh, I know what I have to talk about. Using reverse psychology, I tricked Melissa into going to the world's largest model train store. (really, guys? Really?) At least that's what the huge sign on the side of the building says. Anyway, after spending WAY too much time in there we ended up buying a model train. Yes, we are clinically insane. But it is pretty neato. Since it was so expensive we just bought the locomotive and a (non-matching) caboose. It is a first-gen Union Pacific Diesel Locomotive. And it makes totally sweet sounds. It looks like this, but tiny:

Sweet, no?
I had to endure about 20 minutes of model-train code/babble from this old codger who acted like he didn't want me to buy it because I didn't know enough about the subject. There was a whole lot of talk of "QSI's" and "DCC" and "z79sgj." None of it made any sense to me and I wondered if this is what patients feel like when I explain medical problems to them. You wouldn't believe the amount of effort that people put into model trains and running them. It's pretty intense. I felt like I would have been ushered out by security if I had just been truthful and said "I just want a choo-choo to go around my christmas tree."

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

...oberto.

Holy crap, it is a rare occasion that I issue an immediate action order. Here is one such time. Go immediately HERE and witness the glorious combination of Roberto and Bloopers. It is magnificent.

Personal favorite line: "2001...which has already passed..."



Man, I am a bloggin' fool tonight. Please also download THIS free from iTunes. A is for asthma?!? Yikes. B is for Brucellosis. C is for Crohn's. D is for diptheria. E is for epididymitis. F is for fasciitis. (will he actually be able to make it through the whole alphabet?!?) G is for gastroenteritis. H is for halatosis. I is for inguinal hernia. J is for Jaundice. K is for Klebsiella. L is for Leukocytosis. M is for Meniere's disease. N is for neutropenia. O is for ovarian torsion. P is for prostate cancer. Q is for quellung reaction. R is for reynaud's phenomenon. S is for Squamous cell carcinoma. T is for Thyroiditis. U is for Urethral stricture. V is for Varicella. W is for Wolf-Parkinson-White syndrome. X is for xanthogranulomatous cholecystitis. Y is for Yellow Fever. Z is for Zosyn.

I didn't even cheat! Ok, so I did. But only for Q and X. And I probably should have for Z. Whatever. You're not the boss of me.


Let me just take this opportunity to put in a plug for one of the funniest shows on television right now, other than america's next top model. It's called It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and it's on the otherwise worthless network FX. That link back there is to a free "making of" dealy. Basically, I just want you all to watch that and maybe download an episode or two, or if you're not filthy rich you could just wait for it to come on the teevee. It is funny. That's all there is to it. I had thought that I would go on a peteresque rant about just how funny it is and why it is so funny. But I am too tired. Just watch it.

AHHHHHHHH!!!

This is tripping me out! I only see it clockwise (except for one very fleeting second). I usually think of myself as pretty good at these things but I cannot for the life of me make it change.

In other news, I am in Lucie withdrawal. Look how effing cute!



I'm going to go ahead and pretend to be a follower of baseball and say "Go Rockies!" Anybody want to come out to Denver for the World Series? There's no way we could get tickets, but come on...how cool would it be to watch it on my tv?!?

Also, Peter sent me the Daft Punk song "harder, better, faster, stronger" a million years ago, and I had no idea that it was Daft Punk. But I just knew the song ruled. And now, come to find Mr. West has sampled it for his megahit Stronger. What a world.

I like things that are great

and good things are fantastic.

Recently I have enjoyed the following things:
The Tony Bennett Show
American Beauty
Unbreakable
In Rainbows
Feist
Ingrid Michaelson

Recently I have been mildly disappointed by the following things:
The Natural
All About Mormons
The Logo for this blog.
...all of which seemed better in the foggy recesses of my memory.


Who knew?

I had nothing to do with this

The next time somebody comes to your door and tries to sell you something be nice to them.

lucie tricks

i lost on jeopardy, baby

Yeah, so I went out to Boulder and failed the jeopardy try-out pretest. I will never make it on that cursed show. But at least I went to this sweet-spot:

Anyone besides Peter and Dad know the significance of this place? It's just a sample of several fun spots I visited, but I have no room to list all the other ones.

I have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn so I'm going to crash. But gar and lar and anyone else who owns a mac and reads this blog be prepared to receive the garage band song sar and I made today. you will all be expected to add a track and pass it to the next person.

F-day

Remember when I was interviewed by a reporter and said absolutely nothing of value? That was awesome.

So I'm just bit pissed at myself for not noticing until last night that the effing Jeopardy bus was coming to Denver today! I would have to bail on work to go (which I still might do). I have been dreaming about getting on the dang show for years and here is my best chance and I blow it. Hmm, well it's a quiet day at the hospital so maybe I'll just be a man and go. Unfortunately it's in Boulder (35 miles away) and only the first 1000 people there get to take the test to even see if you're eligible to try out. Curse you, Alex Trebec! Why must you tease me with nigh-unattainable application requirements!?!? Just let me on the damned show! I think it might be even worse to make it on and then choke a la cliff claven (sp?).

In other news Peter had a baby!!! Well, technically his wife had a baby. And JohnE and Rochelle had a baby, too!!! And Gar and Brook, (I hope you guys won't mind me announcing this here) just gave birth to twins!!! Check them out:

So precious.

Cerebro and Finneus Gage are coming to Den-Den today to complete the sibling pilgrimage. We will rock the house this weekend. Ou bien, fin de la semaine.

A propos, tout cela me donne l'envie d'ecrire un peux en Francais. je ne sais meme pas si je peux toujours le faire. Je me debrouille pas mal, il parait. Mais il est possible que je fais pas mal de fautes d'autographes. Bon, ca suffit. Je vais recommencer en Anglais maintenant.

Alright peeps. Peace in the middle east. Wish me luck with the Clue Crew.

oops...

Nice one, dude.

Saturblog

This was going to be an incredibly amazing post, but due to a major hiccup in blogger's photo-uploading machinery my will to make this great has dwindled. Here are some pics with greatly reduced commentaries.


Nana sent us a magical statue to help sell our house. Just before it arrived in the mail we actually did? Coincidence? Lucie sure thinks so.


The recent lar, gar, and brook visit was most awesome. This is part one of a Garth Brooks series.


Part two.


Part three.


The cover of brook's forthcoming rap album.


Red Rocks for Arcade Fire and LCD Soundsystem.


Poster seen at said concert venue. Notice who opened for a little band called les échantillons.


Also seen: this beaute of ozzy as a scary beast. blurriness detracting from amazingness.


This was meant to capture both gar and me, but somehow it does not.


LCD Soundsystem whose highlight was the short shorts on the drummer.


Arcade Fire. This looks a lot like LCD Soundsystem, but they did not at the time.


Brook is ready to rock. Or overthrow a ruthless dictator.


Gar is ready to Party. Or Garty. Ok. The gar references need to stop. The boy has a name. [open window in storm a la neverending story] "RRRRRRRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


Main drain. heh-heh. Urology. [clears throat]


Lucie playing on a large representation of bacon. I apologize to all once and future vegans.


Lucie grew to enormous proportions at Target the other night.


Can't wait for halloween. Lucie tried on the Attack-dog costume.


Lauren thought it would be appropriate to dress lucie up in double-underwear and sunglasses. It totally was.


Lar-lar binks in the hizzy.


More extra-underwear shots.


Kelloggs, please make my check out to Joshua D. Holyoak.


Gar palates some thai food.


Seen in a textbook. How does one let this happen? I apologize for this photo.


"Are you my mommy?" This cuteness should make up for the neck mass. If not, make sure and go back up to get another good look at it.

Saving Private Gar

Watched that today for the first time all the way through: holy crap. Old Stevie sure knows what he's doing, doesn't he? I'm just hoping Indiana Jones and the Cheesiest Title Ever doesn't ruin his streak.

Garbies, Browhawk and Lar-lar recently visited and it was so great. The only part that blew, and blew hard, was a missed lunch date foiled by my meaningless presence in the operating room.

Gar also informed me that if I don't specifically mention it here, he will never look at holyoak.net. Consider it mentioned. A major face lift has recently occurred.

Why is it that I get so stressed out about new rotations? I have been told multiple times that the rotation I'm about to begin is a relatively "cush" one, yet my bowels are churning like I've got me some C. Diff. Not literally mind you, for those of you who just became physically ill.

Alright, go check out holyoak.net. I've put too much effort into it to do much here today.

Peace.

narcisismsimsicismsmcmimsm

I hate spelling.

SO...(this blog should be called "so...") I was googling myself, as I'm wont to do, and came upon this strangeness. Does anyone know who this person is? Even more pressing, is there anyone who can explain why I'm listed as one of his musical interests?!?

Does anybody else sing Rock the Cazbah with the words "Lock the Taskbar" every time they play with windows? Cause I sure do. Of course, I also sing "I can't go for that," by Hall & Oats everytime I see the non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug, Diclofenac.

Garby's and Brohawk will be here in tres dias! And then La-la shortly thereafter! It will be a weekend to remember. I think I might be sick on Monday.

And, to follow off of gar's concert theme, Curse you Interpol for being so awesome yet scheduling a date in Denver on a Sunday! A friend said, "what does that matter, it's not like you drink so you can stay up and party all night." Helas, I must refer said friend to the...one second, googling the 10 commandments...4th commandment, and more specifically to the Mormon interpretation of said commandment.

I don't put many pics on this here blog anymore. How bout a little picstravaganza:

Where I'm spending my days (and some of my nights).


The world's tallest building currently under construction in Dubai, and currently causing me some diffuse axonal injury.


I have one of these [huge grin].

This guy...

Is coming here...

On this dude's...

birthday.

Mmm...corn.

Ok, that was exhausting. No wonder I don't put pics up very often.