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Monday 03/26/2007 9:49 PM

OK, there is no fire. Just trying to manipulate your expectations of today's image as you make the transition from thumbnail to full-size.

And, no, you haven't seen this one before. Before you start to quarrel with me, you might want to recollect a bit. Yes, it was taken the same day, same time, same room, moments apart. Thematically... pretty much the same, but still.... DIFFERENT!

OK, so Candy. Saw the neurologist. Got her poked and prodded with waves of nutritious electricity. He doesn't think it's her back. Rather, he prefers her hindside as the culprit, as the target of all future attention related to this endeavor. That's right... You know 'em... You love 'em... It's time for roll call, ya'll:

So without finding any nerve damage, Dr. True Martin says we should look muscularly. Perhaps another MRI with a more Playboy-centric orientation. Perhaps a visit to a pain clinic for further dripping needle-led inspection and examination.

And we'll have fun, fun, fun, 'til our half days of work go away.

Unless I am sadly mistaken, this is the birthday of my best man, John Thobois. Happy Birthday, Big Guy! May your wish come true.

File Under: Birthday; Candy; Thobois, John
Music: Nine Inch Nails "Year Zero"

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