William The Coroner’s Forensic Files

Tuesday, 9, February, 2010

From An Old Student

Filed under: Forensics,Oddness — williamthecoroner @ 09:23

Truck vs. Smartcar accident. The trucks won, not surprisingly.

Sunday, 7, February, 2010

What Has He Got In His Pocketses?

Filed under: Blogania — williamthecoroner @ 21:36

This meme has been going around again, and I had the camera available this time so here is what I tote around every day.

Wallet, Opinel knife, keys, flash drives, S&W M1917 chambered in .45 ACP.

Friday, 5, February, 2010

Now, THIS is a Bad Idea

Filed under: Haterade — williamthecoroner @ 14:54

Malley’s is a Cleveland Tradition, but, this is SERIOUS pancreas abuse.

Sappy Cat Blogging

Filed under: Boomstick,Cat Blogging — williamthecoroner @ 13:42

It’s Friday, so it’s time for Sappy Cat Blogging!

Wednesday, 3, February, 2010

Oh For Pity’s Sake!

Filed under: Links to Greatness,Politics,Social Commentary — williamthecoroner @ 12:45

I’m a private person.  I try to keep a wall between my work colleagues and my friends, some cross over, but on the whole I like to keep things separate.  I’m thankful, though, that I don’t have to go through the humiliating bullshit of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, A.K.A. institutionalized  hypocrisy.  To fully comply with Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, you have to lie.   Even if you’re private and close mouthed, you have to lie.  Either you have to make up a partner or deny one that exists, and can’t even say “We went out for breakfast at Big Al’s”.  That’s nonsense, that’s humiliating, that’s soul destroying and that’s ultimately unnecessary.

Some commenters mention the need for segregated housing, so that people who might be attracted to one another aren’t rooming together (an abrigment of a comment on LabRat’s post.)  That seems like a rationalization, for keeping way from teh ghey cooties, but that’s another matter.  I lived in co-ed housing in college.  Even the bathrooms were coed–not officially, but practically.  Some parents worried that this would turn the dorm into a hotbed (heh) of unbridled sexuality.

Frankly, living in close proximity to people for any length of time does more to kill sexual attraction than it does to promote it.  It’s really hard to romanticize the beautiful young woman when she’s drunk and pukes on your wingtips (I speak from experience.)  I can guess it’s hard to look with longing at the young man who decides to sit atop the stall wall to defecate (referred to as the “Hiroshima shit”.  It was worse after Mexican night  Ew.)

When you live in close proximity to other humans you need to treat people with consideration and mutual respect.  You need some more tolerance in larger groups, but unless you’re off living by yourself, you gotta learn to play well with others.  People need to follow the Wheaton Rule (Don’t be a dick).  If service members act inappropriately, they need to deal with the consequences of their actions.   There are gay people serving honourably now, and they have served honourably in the past.   Let them do their jobs with as little chickenshit as possible.
Between Labrat, Tam, JayG and Marko, I really didn’t need to say anything.   It does bother me, I tend to be conservative, but I’d rather not have a side order of religion with my politics.  I’m not a big fan of Mr. Obama’s policies, but getting rid of DADT is the right thing to do, and there is no reason to let the morality of bronze-age middle eastern nomads make policy in the XXI century.

Tuesday, 2, February, 2010

Proxy

Filed under: Circle Game,Forensics,Medical — williamthecoroner @ 23:43

I’m having my papers updated.  Will, durable power of attorney, durable power of attorney for health care, the lot.  One of the things I learned early as a forensic person is death comes when you least expect it.  “Because I could not stop for death, he  kindly stopped for me…” and all that.  There you are, minding your own business, crossing Euclid Avenue and my goodness, where did that semi come from?

The will was easy, it’s the durable power of attorneys that made me pause.  And I chose a lot of simple options.  I could, for example, have made the cats beneficiaries, or set up a pet trust, or something.  The simplest was to mention them to my executor, and tell him to make sure they’re housed and fed.  He’s a cat guy, that’s not a worry.

But the durable power of attorney for health care, that’s kind of a poser.  I have spoken to mine, and he knows my values, and my take on medical futility.  I trust him to carry out my wishes.  This story in the NYT was apropos.  The daughter carried out her father’s wishes.  He made them known at the time of admission.  The key quote is here:

I suppose my father’s decision was a mistake. But it was his mistake to make, not mine. My role was to support my father, no matter what, and to tell the truth, no matter how hard.

It’s not easy sometimes.

By the way, if anyone can put me in touch with an Ohio  attorney that is experienced in creating a firearms trust that’ll keep ATF happy, drop me a line in the comments.

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