4.14.2003
Another funny bit from The Star:
At a news conference the day the world watched statues of the Iraqi leader tumbling down, Prime Minister Jean Chretien stopped just short of referring to U.N. Secretary-General Saddam Hussein. Apparently unable to remember Kofi Annan's name, the Prime Minister motioned to the assembled journalists, waving his hands as if to say, 'Help me out here.' After one journalist offered up the name Kofi Annan, and another guffawed at Chretien's error, the Prime Minister shrugged his shoulders and said, "No one is perfect." (At least, it was better than the occasion when he referred to the world's top diplomat as Goofy Annan.)
Oh, man. Gotta love our PM!
At a news conference the day the world watched statues of the Iraqi leader tumbling down, Prime Minister Jean Chretien stopped just short of referring to U.N. Secretary-General Saddam Hussein. Apparently unable to remember Kofi Annan's name, the Prime Minister motioned to the assembled journalists, waving his hands as if to say, 'Help me out here.' After one journalist offered up the name Kofi Annan, and another guffawed at Chretien's error, the Prime Minister shrugged his shoulders and said, "No one is perfect." (At least, it was better than the occasion when he referred to the world's top diplomat as Goofy Annan.)
Oh, man. Gotta love our PM!
4.09.2003
I think...I can do more with my life...than sit around and wait for a guy...
4.02.2003
So it looks like this SARS thing is a lot more serious than I'd thought...Looks like I won't have to go to the hospital tomorrow for clinical placement! We asked our lab instructors on Monday (some of whom are KGH employees) and they seemed all furtive and secretive about the *potential* of a SARS victim...or at least those "under surveillance," whatever the heck that means.
I took my free evening for granted and rented three movies: The Silence of the Lambs, Elizabeth, and Ghostbusters, all of which must be watched by Friday at midnight. Being the responsible person that I am, I got right on the ball and watched the first of the three. Hooooly cow. I don't wanna go to bed, for fear of hearing Anthony Hopkin's spine-chilling "Hello, Clarisse" like a thousand times, over and over again, in my head. That dude's FREAKY.
I took my free evening for granted and rented three movies: The Silence of the Lambs, Elizabeth, and Ghostbusters, all of which must be watched by Friday at midnight. Being the responsible person that I am, I got right on the ball and watched the first of the three. Hooooly cow. I don't wanna go to bed, for fear of hearing Anthony Hopkin's spine-chilling "Hello, Clarisse" like a thousand times, over and over again, in my head. That dude's FREAKY.
