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Newsflash!
Jan. 17th, 2006 12:42 pmNot that I am overly beholden to awards ceremonies (last year's Oscars definitely proved I am not), but I was tickled to read that Hugh Laurie had won a Golden Globe for House. In case no one has noticed, I love that show. I'm not sure it's the kind of show I would buy, but I watch every new episode I can and will force ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
feiran to starve so I can watch a rerun I hadn't seen the first time around on USA. I do so love the show, mostly for House himself. Hugh Laurie has one of the most credible American accents ever ever ever, and he's a cantankerous son-of-a-bitch in a good way. Everyone else on that show vacillates from being annoying (the girl, whatsherface, and Omar Epps), to angsty (House's ex-wife, Chase the Aussie), to useless and toothless (Cuddy, Wilson, though both occasionally surprise me), but House is always right on the money. Wuv him!
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The Supreme Court has upheld the Oregon law regarding physcian-assisted suicide. Actually, what they did was throw out the Attorney General's attempt to hold doctor's liable for prescribing overdoses of medication to terminally ill patients. Woo, states' rights!
This is a good thing. It's a very well thought-out law in the first place, as it requires two doctors to give the same diagnosis of a patient's outlook. Getting two doctors to agree on something is pretty amazing, but most can agree when a patient is terminally ill and of sound mind. The extra hitch is that they have to agree there's a certain amount of time left--six months, I think--which limits the chances of someone who might have any chance of recovery from ending their lives prematurely. The first two limitations keep out depressed or disorientated folk who might not be able to make a rational decision, and the prescription meds allow for a dignified (or, at least, more dignified) end. There've been NYTimes articles talking about people who basically had a get together on the day they ended their lives, thus ensuring they could see all their loved ones and make their peace. Also, scheduling your death puts you in a place to set your affairs in order before hand, eliminating or moderating family/friends squabbles, issues, etc etc.
I know I'd face the unknown with a little more comfort if I didn't have to carry the guilt of my medical costs burdening my family, or them having to see me deteriorate to the point where living was living in name only.
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Aaaaand one more: Eliot Spitzer has a lot of money. He has a lot of opponents in the race for Governor of New York, but he probably has almost as much money as all of them put together. It's time they gave in. Seriously.
feiran to starve so I can watch a rerun I hadn't seen the first time around on USA. I do so love the show, mostly for House himself. Hugh Laurie has one of the most credible American accents ever ever ever, and he's a cantankerous son-of-a-bitch in a good way. Everyone else on that show vacillates from being annoying (the girl, whatsherface, and Omar Epps), to angsty (House's ex-wife, Chase the Aussie), to useless and toothless (Cuddy, Wilson, though both occasionally surprise me), but House is always right on the money. Wuv him!*
The Supreme Court has upheld the Oregon law regarding physcian-assisted suicide. Actually, what they did was throw out the Attorney General's attempt to hold doctor's liable for prescribing overdoses of medication to terminally ill patients. Woo, states' rights!
This is a good thing. It's a very well thought-out law in the first place, as it requires two doctors to give the same diagnosis of a patient's outlook. Getting two doctors to agree on something is pretty amazing, but most can agree when a patient is terminally ill and of sound mind. The extra hitch is that they have to agree there's a certain amount of time left--six months, I think--which limits the chances of someone who might have any chance of recovery from ending their lives prematurely. The first two limitations keep out depressed or disorientated folk who might not be able to make a rational decision, and the prescription meds allow for a dignified (or, at least, more dignified) end. There've been NYTimes articles talking about people who basically had a get together on the day they ended their lives, thus ensuring they could see all their loved ones and make their peace. Also, scheduling your death puts you in a place to set your affairs in order before hand, eliminating or moderating family/friends squabbles, issues, etc etc.
I know I'd face the unknown with a little more comfort if I didn't have to carry the guilt of my medical costs burdening my family, or them having to see me deteriorate to the point where living was living in name only.
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Aaaaand one more: Eliot Spitzer has a lot of money. He has a lot of opponents in the race for Governor of New York, but he probably has almost as much money as all of them put together. It's time they gave in. Seriously.
