Freedom Fries Are a Go!

The Stools would like to welcome Pierre, everyone's favorite frenchmen, back to the comments.

Oui oui.

Testimonials sought

Dear blog people,

My good friend Sally - who does comment here, and with whom I attended a Grateful Dead show in 1995 - is considering spending some of her summer vacation in Berlin. Maybe you readers who have previously basked in the Stool hospitality (I'm looking at you Alex and Douglas) would care to share your thoughts on what we can provide potential guests. Huevos rancheros have been mentioned. The usefulness of the magic stove lamp as a sobriety test has been debated. But I'm sure that there's more.

the elbow!

the only positive to have come out of my two recent encounters with bone fractures are the crazy-ass images. the surgery went well on monday - no screws were required, and they just
jammed the fragment back into place with a large needle. here's the picture:


wacky.

please note the surgeon's hand gently cradling my arm as i lie in an anesthetized stupor.

i was only in hospital for two days, which wasn't so bad. particularly since i acquired several seasons of crap american tv shows. now i'm at home, eating bowls of thai green curry (the official comfort food of the pooles - thanks kate!) and swaddling my arm in frozen peas. oh, and no cast!

1.4 mm of pure suck

so it turns out that my elbow is broken. woo hoo! a very small fracture, 1.4 mm to be exact, but enough that the bones aren't lining up properly. if i'm lucky, they can push it back in through the skin with a needle. if i'm unlucky, i get opened up and everything gets reattached with screws. sound familiar? either way, it's hospital food for jeff come monday.

astrochimp stories will have to wait a bit.

here we go again...

we didn't forget we had a blog, we were just willfully negligent in taking care of it. and people still think we should have kids. so let's get this party started! baseball:


that about sums that up. both in terms of culturally insensitive logos and playing ability. all of the ex-cubs in the universe, could not pull this team out of their current depths.

in happier news we went to barcelona a while back, where people (wisely) choose to ignore the cleveland indians and focus instead on making delicious donuts - or buyons (not bunyons - ewww). behold:

anticipating the donut-consuming power of the stools, our hotel were kind enough to provide us with an exercise bike. i availed myself (at least long enough to take a photo),

while kate basked in a siesta wonderland:

whew. my blogging juices are spent. we'll be better. promise. particularly since i'm guaranteed at least one more day of state-required sick leave. i banged up my elbow (non-robot arm) falling off my bike on tuesday, and it's still all sorts of gimpy (typing with one hand = no caps). it's not broken- it just hurts and doesn't want to bend. i got a mri today (holy high-resolution imaging of my elbow batman!) and go back to the dr tomorrow. hmmm. if a 2nd piece of metal is required i'm going to be well-pissed. but i'd probably end up blogging more.

at any rate, upcoming topics include ham the astro-chimp, babies and brothers coming to visit, plus trevor 2: electric boogaloo.

jeff- now with 95% less hair

and a lab of his own



look at that scientist go!

it's cold out there...

we had a final burst of winter weather two weeks ago, which really pissed off one half of the stool family*. so much in fact, that Frau Doktor Stool stalked around the apartment for 1.5 days muttering "grumble, grumble," and refusing to go outside. Which is why I just about wet myself when I saw this cartoon today:


check out the rest of the site - it's absolutely brilliant, and a total labor of love. We have enough trouble spewing out bi-weekly posts containing photos of meat with dumb captions. I can't even comprehend having to sew beforehand.

Oh, and to beat the end-of-winter blahs, we're heading off to Barcelona for the weekend. 20 degrees! beach! seafood! Woohoo!

In other news, the chops are no more. They have been trimmed back to a very respectable, high-school history teacher level. Full story to follow.

*of course, the flip side here is that the other half of the stool family suffers immensely when confronted with 40+ degree days down under. All they can bring themselves to do is lie on the couch in an air-conditioned room, drink beer, and watch cricket. But there's no grumbling. Just burps.