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[Ginny]

Monday morning greetings!  After today, I will have only 30 more workdays.  Think I'll start a countdown of some sort.

[S. Woody White]

Dr. Sherwood, who was seventy-eight and still the best damned brain surgeon at County General Hospital, spit out the bite of meat loaf he’d just eaten, saying, "Soy Sauce! Who put Soy Sauce in the meat loaf?"  Dr. Sherwood had spent many hours that day operating on a young lawyer who had an aneurism. The poor man was having daily spells in which he had visions of dancing dildos - most unseemly. Tomorrow was to be a very busy day - he was scheduled to operate on…..


der Brucer

....Tansy Ferrell, the daughter of the president of the hospital board of directors.  Tansy had received a heart transplant from her twin sister who had been killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident.  Dr. Sherwood was contemplating changing his scrubs when a voice on the intercom said: ,,,

"Scrub the operation. Tansy Ferrell has been found dead. In fact she has been murdered. Her heart has been removed. But the strange thing about it is there is no incision. They don't know how the heart was removed......"

Sherwood sighed wearily.  It saddened him to lose a patient, but he was also now saddled with the responsibility of breaking the tragic news to Tansy's father, Augustin Ferrell.  Ferrell was already heartbroken over the loss of his other daughter, but now will have to face the death of the other.  And both having died in such bizarre circumstances. 

As he pushed his wheelchair away from the cafeteria table, Sherwood  prayed to God that Augustin would not find out about...

...the fact that over the past few months, he had started feeling some "feelings" in his legs again.  Possibly a tingle, maybe just an involuntary twitch.  He had already written to a specialist in Switzerland he had read about in some journal he found in the waiting room, but was still awaiting some sort of response.  But then as he finally pushed himself away from the table, and had turned himself around to wheel himself towards the elevator, over the hospital's paging system he heard...

...the sound of heavy breathing.  "Dang it," Sherwood muttered to himself, "Nurses Houlihan and Ratchett are teasing some poor intern again."  A wave of nostalgia came over him as he remembered the hazing he himself had gone through at the hands of a certain Nurse Nightingale, and wonderfully adept hands they had been indeed.  The memory blurred his vision momentarily, and it was only with a alarmed voice crying "Hey, watch it!" that he realized that he'd run directly into the legs of...

[Jrand73]

SR SWW - I might suggest Branagh's HENRY V instead of HAMLET.....but there you are.

I am reminded of HENRY V because of your post - and as I wrote last night, I heard Patrick Doyle's score being played over the television promo of the new Baz Lhurman movie AUSTRALIA.

[S. Woody White]

Der B is back in his room, reading Defying Gravity, or at least skimming it while waiting for some unsuspecting bird or squirrel to come within range of his camera.  Buster, Bonnie and Mikey have clustered themselves around him, lazily attentive.  Fletcher, meanwhile, has flopped himself on my bed, where there is more room.

[S. Woody White]

Alas and alack, we have Henry V on laserdisc, not on DVD.  I don't know if Jeff has a laserdisc player.  I suppose we could loan him ours, but lugging the player back and forth from work would be a hassle, and since Jeff works back in the deli I wouldn't put it past one of his co-workers to try using it as a new slicer and gum up the works with some gouda.

Jeff does have a full print-out of our DVD collection, however, which der B was kind enough to compile on our recalcitrant printer.

[Jrand73]

Ahh.....well if he likes HAMLET....he can find HENRY V on his own.

[Matt H.]

Good morning!

It's overcast this morning though the rain possibility percentages are low today and tomorrow. Cool, but not nearly as cold outside as it's been the last couple of weeks.

[S. Woody White]

I have found another list!

Yes, I have found a list over at Rotten Tomatoes, this time covering what they are calling the top 50 animated films.

Their criteria is based on the reviews the films have received, with some adjustment according to the number of reviews received as well. 

In any case, for your enjoyment, here is their list:

1   Toy Story 2
2   Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
3   Pinocchio
4   Toy Story
5   WALL-E
6   Finding Nemo
7   Fantasia
8   Chicken Run
9   Who Framed Roger Rabbit
10   The Nightmare Before Christmas
11   The Incredibles
12   101 Dalmatians
13   Spirited Away
14   The Iron Giant
15   Dumbo
16   Ratatouille
17   Persepolis
18   Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit
19   James and the Giant Peach
20   Monsters, Inc.
21   Antz
22   Yellow Submarine
23   The Triplets of Belleville
24   Beauty and the Beast
25   Princess Mononoke
26   The Lion King
27   Aladdin
28   The Simpsons
29   A Bug's Life
30   Shrek
31   Kung Fu Panda
32   Shrek 2
33   Bambi
34   The Little Mermaid
35   Akira
36   The Jungle Book
37   Tarzan
38   Lady and the Tramp
39   Mulan
40   Cinderella
41   Howl's Moving Castle
42   Lilo & Stitch
43   The Emperor's New Grove
44   Tim Burton's Corpse Bride
45   Sleeping Beauty
46   Fantasia 2000
47   Paprika
48   The Rescuers
49   Watership Down
50   South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

[Matt H.]

Ahh.....well if he likes HAMLET....he can find HENRY V on his own.

And MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING is also sterling!

[Matt H.]

I'll be working on SABRINA today. The new comedy TROPIC THUNDER was just delivered by UPS this morning, but I'll wait until tomorrow to tackle it. It comes out on the 18th of the month. SABRINA comes out next Tuesday (the 11th).

[S. Woody White]

Personally, I've never even heard of #47, Paprika.

[Matt H.]

On TV Tonight!™

ABC - DANCING WITH THE STARS, SAMANTHA WHO?, BOSTON LEGAL
CBS - comedies, CSI: MIAMI
NBC - DEAL OR NO DEAL, SNL Presidental Sketch Special
FOX - SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES, PRISON BREAK
CW  - GOSSIP GIRL, ONE TREE HILL

and for DR TCB: ESPN - Monday Night Football

[Matt H.]

I went to pull up the last episode of MAD MEN on HD On Demand only to find it wasn't there! I hope it will be added back. Otherwise, I have yet to see the season finale of the show!

[S. Woody White]

Ahh.....well if he likes HAMLET....he can find HENRY V on his own.

And MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING is also sterling!

Oh, I agree.  And, again, we have it on laserdisc, not on DVD.  Go figure.

(All the men from Don Pedro's regiment bathing and splashing about during the opening credits, but with the Prince of Arragon himself, Denzel Washington, noticably absent.  What was that about, Denzel perhaps thinking that a Prince would never sweat, or what?)

[JMK]

I have three (count 'em ) three 14-disc A&E boxed sets to wade through, review-wise.  Thankfully I've already seen some of the contents of each, but it's still quite daunting.  I also have a stack of single discs to watch.  Methinks there might be a new list of JMK DVDs here soon. 

[JMK]

The Hands of Time is, of course, a Michel Legrand/Alan & Marilyn Bergman reference.

[Jrand73]

I received a Bollywood ETC care package from DR MBARNUM today....so I will have lots of entertainment over the course of the week!

[Laura]

I think I have seen ten of the movies on SWoody's list. A long time ago, when my children were very small.

[singdaw]

I think of buttered spumoni all the livelong day!

[bk]

Dr. Sherwood, who was seventy-eight and still the best damned brain surgeon at County General Hospital, spit out the bite of meat loaf he’d just eaten, saying, "Soy Sauce! Who put Soy Sauce in the meat loaf?"  Dr. Sherwood had spent many hours that day operating on a young lawyer who had an aneurism. The poor man was having daily spells in which he had visions of dancing dildos - most unseemly. Tomorrow was to be a very busy day - he was scheduled to operate on…..


der Brucer

....Tansy Ferrell, the daughter of the president of the hospital board of directors.  Tansy had received a heart transplant from her twin sister who had been killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident.  Dr. Sherwood was contemplating changing his scrubs when a voice on the intercom said: ,,,

"Scrub the operation. Tansy Ferrell has been found dead. In fact she has been murdered. Her heart has been removed. But the strange thing about it is there is no incision. They don't know how the heart was removed......"

Sherwood sighed wearily.  It saddened him to lose a patient, but he was also now saddled with the responsibility of breaking the tragic news to Tansy's father, Augustin Ferrell.  Ferrell was already heartbroken over the loss of his other daughter, but now will have to face the death of the other.  And both having died in such bizarre circumstances. 

As he pushed his wheelchair away from the cafeteria table, Sherwood  prayed to God that Augustin would not find out about...

...the fact that over the past few months, he had started feeling some "feelings" in his legs again.  Possibly a tingle, maybe just an involuntary twitch.  He had already written to a specialist in Switzerland he had read about in some journal he found in the waiting room, but was still awaiting some sort of response.  But then as he finally pushed himself away from the table, and had turned himself around to wheel himself towards the elevator, over the hospital's paging system he heard...

...the sound of heavy breathing.  "Dang it," Sherwood muttered to himself, "Nurses Houlihan and Ratchett are teasing some poor intern again."  A wave of nostalgia came over him as he remembered the hazing he himself had gone through at the hands of a certain Nurse Nightingale, and wonderfully adept hands they had been indeed.  The memory blurred his vision momentarily, and it was only with a alarmed voice crying "Hey, watch it!" that he realized that he'd run directly into the legs of...

a gurney that some incompetent intern had left by the elevator.  Those damn interns, they were the bane of his existence.  The new crop was especially bad.  But he didn't have time to deal with it now - he had a murder on his hands, a heartless murder - literally.  He took the elevator up to the sixth floor and went to his office.  "Good morning," he said to his trusted secretary, Miss Mervyn.  "Doctor, there's someone waiting to see you - it's...

[Matt H.]

Heading down to get cleaned up for my lunch out with best friend John.

WBBL.

[bk]

I really wanted to sleep a little later, but, as you can see, I did not.

[JMK]

Dr. Sherwood, who was seventy-eight and still the best damned brain surgeon at County General Hospital, spit out the bite of meat loaf he’d just eaten, saying, "Soy Sauce! Who put Soy Sauce in the meat loaf?"  Dr. Sherwood had spent many hours that day operating on a young lawyer who had an aneurism. The poor man was having daily spells in which he had visions of dancing dildos - most unseemly. Tomorrow was to be a very busy day - he was scheduled to operate on…..


der Brucer

....Tansy Ferrell, the daughter of the president of the hospital board of directors.  Tansy had received a heart transplant from her twin sister who had been killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident.  Dr. Sherwood was contemplating changing his scrubs when a voice on the intercom said: ,,,

"Scrub the operation. Tansy Ferrell has been found dead. In fact she has been murdered. Her heart has been removed. But the strange thing about it is there is no incision. They don't know how the heart was removed......"

Sherwood sighed wearily.  It saddened him to lose a patient, but he was also now saddled with the responsibility of breaking the tragic news to Tansy's father, Augustin Ferrell.  Ferrell was already heartbroken over the loss of his other daughter, but now will have to face the death of the other.  And both having died in such bizarre circumstances. 

As he pushed his wheelchair away from the cafeteria table, Sherwood  prayed to God that Augustin would not find out about...

...the fact that over the past few months, he had started feeling some "feelings" in his legs again.  Possibly a tingle, maybe just an involuntary twitch.  He had already written to a specialist in Switzerland he had read about in some journal he found in the waiting room, but was still awaiting some sort of response.  But then as he finally pushed himself away from the table, and had turned himself around to wheel himself towards the elevator, over the hospital's paging system he heard...

...the sound of heavy breathing.  "Dang it," Sherwood muttered to himself, "Nurses Houlihan and Ratchett are teasing some poor intern again."  A wave of nostalgia came over him as he remembered the hazing he himself had gone through at the hands of a certain Nurse Nightingale, and wonderfully adept hands they had been indeed.  The memory blurred his vision momentarily, and it was only with a alarmed voice crying "Hey, watch it!" that he realized that he'd run directly into the legs of...

a gurney that some incompetent intern had left by the elevator.  Those damn interns, they were the bane of his existence.  The new crop was especially bad.  But he didn't have time to deal with it now - he had a murder on his hands, a heartless murder - literally.  He took the elevator up to the sixth floor and went to his office.  "Good morning," he said to his trusted secretary, Miss Mervyn.  "Doctor, there's someone waiting to see you - it's...

Pansy Ferrell."  Pansy was of course Tansy's transexual sister (formerly her brother, Buck).  What could Pansy be doing here, he wondered?

[S. Woody White]

Dr. Sherwood, who was seventy-eight and still the best damned brain surgeon at County General Hospital, spit out the bite of meat loaf he’d just eaten, saying, "Soy Sauce! Who put Soy Sauce in the meat loaf?"  Dr. Sherwood had spent many hours that day operating on a young lawyer who had an aneurism. The poor man was having daily spells in which he had visions of dancing dildos - most unseemly. Tomorrow was to be a very busy day - he was scheduled to operate on…..


der Brucer

....Tansy Ferrell, the daughter of the president of the hospital board of directors.  Tansy had received a heart transplant from her twin sister who had been killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident.  Dr. Sherwood was contemplating changing his scrubs when a voice on the intercom said: ,,,

"Scrub the operation. Tansy Ferrell has been found dead. In fact she has been murdered. Her heart has been removed. But the strange thing about it is there is no incision. They don't know how the heart was removed......"

Sherwood sighed wearily.  It saddened him to lose a patient, but he was also now saddled with the responsibility of breaking the tragic news to Tansy's father, Augustin Ferrell.  Ferrell was already heartbroken over the loss of his other daughter, but now will have to face the death of the other.  And both having died in such bizarre circumstances. 

As he pushed his wheelchair away from the cafeteria table, Sherwood  prayed to God that Augustin would not find out about...

...the fact that over the past few months, he had started feeling some "feelings" in his legs again.  Possibly a tingle, maybe just an involuntary twitch.  He had already written to a specialist in Switzerland he had read about in some journal he found in the waiting room, but was still awaiting some sort of response.  But then as he finally pushed himself away from the table, and had turned himself around to wheel himself towards the elevator, over the hospital's paging system he heard...

...the sound of heavy breathing.  "Dang it," Sherwood muttered to himself, "Nurses Houlihan and Ratchett are teasing some poor intern again."  A wave of nostalgia came over him as he remembered the hazing he himself had gone through at the hands of a certain Nurse Nightingale, and wonderfully adept hands they had been indeed.  The memory blurred his vision momentarily, and it was only with a alarmed voice crying "Hey, watch it!" that he realized that he'd run directly into the legs of...

a gurney that some incompetent intern had left by the elevator.  Those damn interns, they were the bane of his existence.  The new crop was especially bad.  But he didn't have time to deal with it now - he had a murder on his hands, a heartless murder - literally.  He took the elevator up to the sixth floor and went to his office.  "Good morning," he said to his trusted secretary, Miss Mervyn.  "Doctor, there's someone waiting to see you - it's...

...Nurse Nightingale."

"Why, my dear Florida Nightingale!" Sherwood exclaimed as he wheeled himself into his office.  "I was just having palpitations thinking about you!"

"Nothing premature, I trust," Nurse Nightingale rose from the visitor's chair, wearing a miniskirt that would have been unseemly on any other eighty-year-old but entrancing on her.

"Oh, no, I've slowed down since my residency."  Sherwood wheeled himself behind his desk, to hide any incriminating stains. 

"I see you had the meatloaf - that splotch of soy-sauce on your pants is a dead giveaway," Florida remarked.  Dang, she was still quick!  "But, enough of these double entendres, Doctor.  I have something to show you, something you might find to be of great interest."  And, without further adeau, Nurse Florida Nightingale reached into her volumnous purse and withdrew...

[S. Woody White]

Hmmm, contradictory and simultaneously written twists in the tale!  Further evidence of the multiverse, no doubt!

[JMK]

Pansy bitchslaps Nurse Nightingale, cosmically speaking of course.

[JMK]

According to the timecode, Pansy made it seven minutes before the Nurse (so to speak).

[bk]

Yes, let's continue with the Pansy story - perhaps S. Woody can edit his post and pick up from there.

[S. Woody White]

...Nurse Nightingale."

"Why, my dear Florida Nightingale!" Sherwood exclaimed as he wheeled himself into his office.  "I was just having palpitations thinking about you!"

"Nothing premature, I trust," Nurse Nightingale rose from the visitor's chair, wearing a miniskirt that would have been unseemly on any other eighty-year-old but entrancing on her.

"Oh, no, I've slowed down since my residency."  Sherwood wheeled himself behind his desk, to hide any incriminating stains. 

"I see you had the meatloaf - that splotch of soy-sauce on your pants is a dead giveaway," Florida remarked.  Dang, she was still quick!  "But, enough of these double entendres, Doctor.  You already know your other guest, Pansy Ferrell." 

Doctor Sherwood looked glanced to the corner of the room.  There, indeed, stood Pansy Ferrell, the surviving transexual sister of Tansy Ferrell, (formerly her brother, Buck).  What could Pansy be doing here, he wondered?  "Ah, yes, Miss Ferrell, I'd have spotted those football-shoulderpad shoulders anywhere.  Good to see you again!"

"Good to see you, as well, Doctor, although I wish the circumstances were better," Pansy replied in a voice that would always remind Sherwood of Sam Elliot selling Dodge Trucks or beef or something of that ilk.

"I have something to show you, something you might find to be of great interest."  And, without further adeau, Nurse Florida Nightingale reached into her volumnous purse and withdrew...

[S. Woody White]

Ah, yes, when universes collide!