Poetry, Dr. Phil, and Avoidance Strategies
There's my poem for the day.
On another note, sometimes when I'm bashing the illogical babble-speak that spews from Dr. Phil's mouth, that effusive little bastard, people ask me "what kind of doctor is he?"
Well, he got a PhD in clinical psychology...from the University of North Texas.
Then, he started a clinical practice...with his father.
Then, he left the practice to start a business advising lawyers how to pick jurors...using his expert "psychology" knowledge. He helped Oprah when she was being sued for saying that she was never going to eat beef again after the mad cow panic a few years ago.
Apparently now he wants to practice again...in an arena where he talks at his clients (the TV audience) rather than in a setting where he has to put forth a tremendous amount of effort absorbing what clients say and offering strategies, advice, etc. based on their individual experiences and needs and mental state. Generic, unsolicited self-help from a man who constantly contradicts himself is what I always dreamed to find on TV.
Ooooo, you can use this Dr. Phil Random quote generator if you need some morning advice from the wise one.
I got this one:
"You don't need endless supplies of avocados to pee in a monastery."
For some reason this morning, I'm really agitated by Dr. Phil.
Regardless, I must stain the last of my slides to see if our freezer breakdown ruined all of my remaining tissue. I've been putting it off for a few weeks now, dreading it.
You see, my anger at Dr. Phil is much more complex than it appears to be...it all can be traced to the freezer breakdown...