HMO suckage, but I’m used to it.

Apparently, my insurance changed over at the top of the month, and so I get to go to a new primary care physician tomorrow in order to get a referral to go to my specialist again. I found this out at my specialist’s… who would not see me until that got done. Plus, they would like to bill me for the last month rather than the insurance company.

Um, no. I told them to send the bill to my old insurance company, as the referrals were still valid at the time. I don’t think that there will be too much trouble

So, tomorrow, I get to see my new Primary Doc at 1pm. (It’s for 1:30, but they’ll need me a bit early to do all that paperwork (that I feel they could get from the insurance company, too… but whatever. Standards and procedures, and all that.) The HMO insurance industry has a rectally inserted thumb…at least as far as customer service is concerned.

100 se 15 ave

brwd e past fed 2nd traffic light

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel… and it’s not a train.

Benefit – My new doctor’s office is *really close*. Really, really close!

HMO suckage, but I'm used to it.

Apparently, my insurance changed over at the top of the month, and so I get to go to a new primary care physician tomorrow in order to get a referral to go to my specialist again. I found this out at my specialist’s… who would not see me until that got done. Plus, they would like to bill me for the last month rather than the insurance company.

Um, no. I told them to send the bill to my old insurance company, as the referrals were still valid at the time. I don’t think that there will be too much trouble

So, tomorrow, I get to see my new Primary Doc at 1pm. (It’s for 1:30, but they’ll need me a bit early to do all that paperwork (that I feel they could get from the insurance company, too… but whatever. Standards and procedures, and all that.) The HMO insurance industry has a rectally inserted thumb…at least as far as customer service is concerned.

100 se 15 ave

brwd e past fed 2nd traffic light

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel… and it’s not a train.

Benefit – My new doctor’s office is *really close*. Really, really close!

Tick tock, tick tock…another hour until I visit the doc.

All the two-leggeds I care most about is having a stinky time of it lately. All I can do is hope that the pendulum starts swinging in the other direction soon.

satellite photo of an airplane graveyard… I’d dig roaming around there and snooping though them all…it’s freaky how symmetrical it all is.

Here’s my neighborhood, too. The push pin is two houses too far to the south, though.

For tarpo… There’s No Kasugi like Sho Kasugi

Lambada, the forbidden dance…or pretending to throw paint on those who wear fake fur.

I had a very difficult day today. I’d call it a 2.5 out of 10. A lot of unpleasant things getting in my way… I need to focus on the positive and minimize those stumbling blocks.

There’s a little orange cat that I know who likes to get all up in my face when I have a ricola going. So, things Newt likes to sniff while I eat are – Toothpaste, ricola, orange tofu, and rosemary bread. Sometimes soup. Surprisingly, *not* mint chocolate chip ice cream.

To fend him off, an ice cube is often required. I need to post some new piccies of the Newtster.

I’ve done a lot of notebook writing, but I’m not terribly happy with the results. More practice is required.

The “local neighbor” I mentioned earlier dropped me from his reading list. I wonder if it was because I didn’t reciprocate (actually trying to trim my current list a bit…) or if he actually recognized my brother or me. It’s fun to track who comes and goes from linking. As of Sept 1, 30 have added and 29 have removed me. Some deleted their journals and then reinstated them, some just deleted and never came back. More than one deleted and then created a new journal when creepy-weirdies were simpler to run away from than to deal with. I can understand “burning your journal”, but I think that more can be gained by saving it to look back on later…make it all private if you don’t want anyone to read it. The flipside of that is the weirdness of folks that write purely for other people to read it, with no personal elements at all.

Nation states has been sluggish for the last few days now.

Got a cool Castle Keep and bunch of Star Wars Pez as a belated Christmas Gift from Dave & Cathi

Museum of Foreign Grocery Products – mmm..poppadums and curry pringles

A good idea: Pennsylvania takes DNA samples from people convicted of sexual offenses. As those samples hit the database, some old crimes are being solved. full article

I’m thinking of my sweetie, holding her in my heart and wishing her comfort and happiness.

Cool origami cameras. – pinhole cameras made out of photo paper which is then developed. Like a salad bowl made of lettuce leaf, and consumed with the meal, the camera doesn’t exist after its utility is fulfilled. There is no machine. It is more of an arrangement than a thing.

Stupider is indeed a real word, usable and everything.

Man is unmanned by sword, remanned by needle Continue reading →

On January 1, 1983, ARPANET switched over to the TCP/IP protocol, and the Internet was born. Here’s a more detailed story on the subject.
Happy 20th Birthday, Internet!

Strange, small world…discovered someone that links to me graduated the same year as my brother at Santaluces…I never attended that school (I went to Atlantic), but hit those grounds frequently, picking the bro up, and whatnot. He doesn’t remember my bro, but it’s still interesting to me that the lines overlap in that way.

Next week will be good.

More private than public entries lately… that surprises me, but it shouldn’t. This week’s had its rough spots, but nothing that can’t be remedied… added bonus, the week is about over.

I’d like shoes that leave custom footprints behind… maybe question marks?

I want to try out for the LSH, just so I can get a free flight-ring.

A year ago – rumors, comparing haunted house stories, smudge sticks (note to self, get more stuff to make more), defleshing (another news article gone…from now on, I’m putting all my news articles behind lj-cuts for future ref) and naptime (naptime pix overwritten by other archive images)

Two years ago – dead phone, feeling love grow, Viet beer at the mall, lj & IM trouble

I miss the old days when I could post a poll and get a few dozen answers, but the trade off is that I don’t have many loonies reading my journal, either. The LJ dynamic is much different now than it was a couple of years ago. I *really* don’t miss the psychodrama that was rubbing me raw.

They’re making a Cold Mountain Movie? I don’t know how well that’ll transfer to the screen… and I wonder if they’ll fix the ending or not.

I want to get back into writing fiction and posting it in my journal… maybe the use of my laptop more frequently these days has done that.

Random Scotto-region factoid… Rob Van Winkle (Vanilla Ice) lives in nearby Miramar and owns a bike shop there…BMX primarily.

linky linky

Slap the man and make music. (the number keys work better for me.)

Neato flying guy. I really like this.

one word sixty seconds to write about a given word, no thinking, just typing. A fun exercise.

Hmm… these folks in Belgium linked to me, and I don’t recognize them… they do link to a lot of stuff though. I wonder how they found me? (Though there are a lot of von Bergs, and even more van den Bergs in the Netherlands.)

Didn’t make it to the doctor today… Dave’s clutch cable broke while we were en route, so I had to reschedule for Tuesday at 2:45. Hopefully it’ll go well enough to get him to hook me up with a procedure immediately following.

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