I knew it was wrong.  I knew it would get ugly.  But, in my moment of weakness, I did it anyway.  And I was write.  It was ugly. I fed a troll. I am not nearly as veteran as many here when it comes to internet communities, but I have been around for a few years now.  Certainly long enough to know that you never, ever get anything but a headache when you engage a troll. It doesn't matter how you reply.  You can be cool as can be, and attempt to reason with ...

I try not to hate. It rarely does any good, and generally only hurts the hater. There are some exceptions (my bro, Capt. Underpants , can attest to some of my more vitriolic thoughts) though. Some things and/or people are entirely deserving of hate. Upon them, I wish only the worst. One example comes readily to mind: Ignorant dill-holes who think they should dispense "medical" advice because they learned how to use a keyboard. I hate them. I hate what they do. I hate the misinforma...

My blogging has been sporadic at best.  I would chalk it up to being busy, because I certainly am.  My parents like to ask how many hours a week I am working, as if they expect some sort of surprise.  Perhaps after a few years of telling them "I'm working my 80 hours" they will catch on that this isn't going to change. But had I the desire, I certainly have had the time to blog.  Or even read other blogs. Yet I have not.  JoeUser, specifically, and blogging in gene...

-Wow, been a while.  I didn't even realize how long it had been.  Bad BlueDev.  Bad! -The doctor-nurse relationship is one of the most fundamental, wonderfully helpful and potentially damning relationships out there.  Trust me.  It is a fascinating dynamic, one which I intend to explore in a future blog.  I suppose this is the teaser trailer. -I love being a doctor (in training).  My knowledge is surely lacking in many areas, but I already feel I have lea...

I wish I had a backbone. If I did, I might actually let a few of the regulars here know what I really think and feel about them.  If I did, I wouldn't try so damn hard to be diplomatic in the way I present things.  In the end, I fear I just come off wishy-washy and weak. I'm sick of it. But I still don't know if I have the spine to just let it out, be honest, and name names.  I really, really want to, but am too weak.  Perhaps I can find a spare spine somewhere. ...

Sally wrote an article last week about listing some of your favorites from this site.  I have to admit, I was, and am, truly humbled to read that there were a few people who listed me as either their favorite (thanks bro!) or their "most interesting". In fact, NickyG prodded a little by pointing out the my blogging seems to come in spurts.  To that, I admit full culpability.  These days, I can attribute a lot of that to my schedule. But not all. So, I have decided to give...

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It is interesting.  In the past, when my time here was very regular, I had a pretty good finger on the pulse of JU.  I knew who really got along with who, those who hated each other, those who loved to argue but were congenial at the end of the day, etc. In short, I was pretty well informed when it came to the net soap operas that sprung up from time to time. Lately, though, that is not really the case.  My diminished time spent here keeps me from reading all that much.&...

We have all done it.  We have all cussed out those who are doing it.  And yet that doesn't stop us from doing it ourselves, once again, the next time. We rubberneck . There is a perverse attraction in observing wrecks.  For whatever the reason, we all want to see what happened.  Perhaps we have delusions of being helpful (because, yeah, by the time we actually get there, they have been just waiting for us and our special talents, right?), perhaps we are curious, or may...

I survived. In fact, it wasn't that bad.  Of course, I am lucky enough to start on a pretty light service.  Oh, and I haven't had call yet.  You know, that time when you are the first line call for a full half of the surgical patients in the hospital.  That's Thursday. Nope, not too bad at all.  I ran around the floors, a truly confused animal.  Part chicken-with-its-head-cut-off and part deer-in-the-headlights, I was both aimless and frozen with fear.  B...

Maybe I'm tired.  Maybe I'm just in a bad mood.  Either way, I have to ask the following: What the hell is the deal with people who feel the need to forum bump every damn article they write? Are you just so damn impatient you can't wait the minute or two it takes for the forum database to update and your article to show up?  I have never forum bumped one of my own articles, yet when I head to the forums I find every single one there, even if they have zero replies. ...

My most recent album review, Free by OSI, was also published over at Blogcritics.org , where I am a writer.  I found out today though, that it was picked up and has been posted in the Music Reviews section of Cleveland.com . Needless to say, I was surprised to see it, but pleasantly so. It is fun to see your writing get recognized and published at other sites. You can see the review (and others) here .

My amazingly talented wife is singing in Carnegie Hall at this very moment. She is up there with some members of the choral group she is a part of.  She was able to attend a Broadway show last night, went jogging this morning in Central Park, and looks like she will be able to go sailing tomorrow.  Hopefully she is having a great time.  We figured this was a once in a lifetime experience, so we were glad she was able to go.  So it is just me and the kids.  And we ...

I had such grand designs.  At least one article a day, finally catching up on article ideas I have had for a while now, regular participation here at JU.  But fate conspired against me.  I awoke last week, the day after I had taken my final board exam (at least during medical school, plenty still to come in residency) and my muse had wandered off. No where to be found, I have been searching high and low for that elusive little devil.  Oh, ideas have come, but when I ac...

Anyone trashing the classic synth-rock tune from the 80's will be swiftly e-kicked in the teeth.  Europe rocks (yes, rocks, not rocked-they are still alive and kicking), "The Final Countdown" is one of the greatest cheese-fests of all time, and anyone who disagrees can bite me. Now that I have made the rules of the game clear, let's start playing. What game?  I don't know, but I feel like blogging about something this fine Friday evening.  It is nearing midnight, I will hope...