Here’s an old A&J Sunday from the more recent past, 2004. I’ll get back to the truly older material soon, as I’ve really enjoyed going through it with you, but I don’t have much time today. In case you’re wondering, the newer material is stored digitally and much easier to access. The older cartoons must be scanned and edited anew, by me.
Confront Zone
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57 responses to “Confront Zone”
Yeah, Jackie, and now military surgeons go to trauma hospitals in Chicago and Detroit to learn combat surgery. What’s wrong with that picture?
I have to confess I’ve never watched a single episode of NCIS, in any of its iterations, until tonight. I was flipping to the local weather data channel and ran across NCIS-New Orleans. I remembered you had mentioned it, so I watched the last bit of it, to see if I recognized any of the location shots. The first thing I saw was them catching a rat. Then, somehow, in about four minutes, a couple of techs analyzed something and came up with results it would have probably taken CDC in Atlanta two weeks or more to get. In about two more minutes they had figured out who-done-it. The suspect then turned on his cell phone “for a moment”, allowing the NCIS team to not only track him down on some bayou in the middle of nowhere but get ahead of him and set up an ambush for him. The team leader threatened to throw him in the bayou and almost did, which fact almost any competent attorney could probably use to get all the evidence in his car thrown out. The trigger discipline of the other two team members sucked, as they were standing side by side, fingers on triggers, pointing their weapons at the suspect…with the team leader about six inches away from him. Oh yeah, and the “Southern accent” of one of the male team members sucked even worse.
In other words, I guess it was just your typical TV police procedural show full of good looking people. 🙂
Night, Night, all. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Good morning Villagers….
It’s here, and it’s in Dallas; bumbling idiots as Secret Service….I watched the news with husband yesterday evening….still awake at 2 am….finally fell asleep and dreamed a western saga of all things. Complete with cowboys and Indians…gotta lay off the Cheerios 🙂
Jerry, am excited to hear your son is visiting…you have mentioned him here a couple of times, have fun.
Steve, I was also excited to hear about your SIL and her transplant. I was a donor as was my son until we were both stricken with the Hep C virus. We both have ‘cleared’ the virus, but carry the antigen….so…no one wants us as donors.
Mark…glad to hear you’re healing. I remember hearing that a couple of years ago when I broke my wrist, it’ll take a little more time to heal as I was older and had less calcium in my body. Now I take vitamins for the 50 plus age range.
GR 😉 I’ve saved just a few of my son’s clothes from when he was just under 1ish, including his cute little trench coat.
Jackie, love reading your posts…..as GR has mentioned, you must do an autobiography 🙂
gotta go, ya’ll be safe and have a blessed day.
….oh, and Lily 🙂 , there’s a song somewhere there….parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme…
GR…..speaking of good looking people on television, have you noticed the ladies lately as new analysts on Faux? And I’m not talking about the one Gretchen on at 7. There’s cleavage in them there ratings 🙂
Indy Mindy…you’ve been too quiet lately…..better bundle up, gonna be cold Saturday…
Debbe 😉 Expression I heard recently that might apply…”rockin’ some major cleave”.
I guess that network figures they’ve already won the Leg Wars, so time to move onward and upward. 😉
Husband says they don’t call them fox for no reason. I tell him they use same criteria as the boobs bars. But he says they are also smart. Since that was criteria he used when he married me, I have to say he probably hasn’t changed?
But then I have, so I always feel I am on shaky ground.
Ghost, I think NCIS New Orleans and LA both are about as fantastic as Lily’s dreams of playing guitar in the French Quarter!
Since nothing I say is classified, I can say I handled anthrax cases with disease warfare gone wrong and mustard gas and other gas cases from chemical warfare gone wrong. Not to mention Agent Orange in Nam and other bad stuff. Do not talk to me about chemical and pestilent warfare, it is there and tons we don’t hear about. Oh, and those cases went back to WWI if the ill or their beneficiaries were still alive.
Debbe, no one wants my organs probably for same reason as you, had hepatitis too many times. They have never been sure which letter of the alphabet to assign all mine. Fantastically, they go beyond C now. Won’t take my blood either, Ghost, although I used to give it. They probably threw it away if they had good testing protocol.
Life, if you lived, in that hospital was VERY interesting. We used to drink our sodas from lab containers (well we washed them!) and I was drinking a 7-Up or something clear, accidently swallowed a big gulp of iced down spinal fluid I was working on in a similar jar. It was going off to CDC eventually but they didn’t worry much about me. They did say we couldn’t drink out of lab containers any more!
Got mama’s coffee made, need to feed her breakfast.
Love, Jackie