I want a Wii

Don't you? I haven't even seen one in the real, and I want it. Check out the videos from the Rayman Raving Rabbids website (the one about a games convention doesn't work), especially the gameplay ones. How cool is that?

Back from the dead

For now. I've grown more interested in the speaking side of the conversation than I have ever been, and I'm acting accordingly.

You (by which I mean the one person I know to have visited this blog, who commented on the Terri Schiavo post before being eaten by the ether) have seen a bit of me below. I've not changed much. I'm in my second year of residency (of four total), and am doing anesthesia on a daily basis.

What else do you need to know? Well, let's see...

I'm a Republican. If you think we're all Satan's minions, move along now. I'm not a conservative. If you think that renders me unsuitable for citizenship, move along now. This is not the droid you're looking for. I harbor true geekiness within; my undergrad degree was chemistry because I thought it was interesting.

And the email? It's a very, very loose French translation of "Devil Bunny", the singular of "Devil Bunnies", a very very very strange song by My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult that I liked in high school.

I'm married. Mrs. Bunny Powered is a doctor as well; she's a first-year resident in neurology. She was an English major in undergrad, and has a reading list that would impress anyone. I don't; I think the Harry Potter books and Terry Pratchett's Discworld novels are the epitome of current fiction, because they're fun.

Spinach Madeleine is still one of the finest dishes ever created.