Mr. Popeil

Weird Al has a song called "Mr. Popeil", a B-52s-style tune about all the gadgets that Ron Popeil has introduced to the world. I remember liking the song but not knowing any of the things he was talking about. Actually the whole album was a lot of fun. Granted, I was listening to it in 1987, so "Nature Trail to Hell" and "Eat It" were right up my alley.

Right, so I got my leg checked out by a doctor who was younger than me (surreal) and I've probably got a shin splint, which I think I'll be grateful for not being a pulled tendon or ligament.

M and I grabbed some breakfast at a diner that was tasty but not good for me ("cut the fat", that's the Popeil reference) and then I went to get an X-Ray (still the best name for a ray, ever!) just to be sure. BTW, that's 9-grain toast right there.

At the X-ray place, we couldn't find the door, and then realized we'd missed 2 huge signs showing us where it was. I tried to get a picture, but Crappy D's batteries died.

On the way out, we saw a van that said "Cabulance" on the side, and I was a bit confused. "Call me a cab. No, wait, call me an ambulance. No, wait, call me a...CABULANCE". Is this a niche market?

X-Ray confirmed no stress fracture. Yay.