February 14, 2006

• My Public Display of Affection

  I love my new PDA.

  
  Harrison’s Internal Medicine = 10 lbs.
  My new Palm TX = much much less

  Master Shake: “Someone stole my PDA and I will ruin this house with my anger!”
  Frylock: “Since when do you have a Personal Digital Assistant?”
  Master Shake: “You didn’t get my wireless e-mail?”

  Master Shake: Frylock! You can float. Go check up in the gutter for my PDA.
  Frylock: Shake, why would your PDA be up in the gutter?
  Master Shake: Well, that’s where your CD burner ended up, when it *decided* to stop working!

  — Aqua Teen Hunger Force

  The old Palm pilots had this horrible design flaw, whereby if you got stuck without being able to charge your PDA for a certain amount of time, it would then proceed to punish you for your incompetency by completely wiping all of your DKA and chemotherapy protocols, insulin regimens, fluid deficit calculators, pregnancy wheel, Epocrates, 5-Minute Consult, Neofax, Text Twist, and hard-earned attendings’ secret-pager-numbers from its memory. My new PDA is not a ditz. Thank you, Palm, for fixing your horrible design flaw.

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