Yesterday I praised Aetna. I forgot I’ve been having trouble getting them to pay for the neck brace I was provided after spinal surgery. The medical device company states Aetna claims it wasn’t “medically necessary”.
I heard original MTV VJ Martha Quinn on a radio commercial yesterday. I haven’t thought about her in years. She was always very likable and seemed to be eternally youthful. She’s 63 in case you were wondering.
I couldn’t help but think of that LiberallyLean.com guy when I heard a segment on NPR on the evolution of storage warehouses. Partially because of him, I invested in a select mutual fund which deals with the subject.
Thanks to my Twitter follower (and I’m guessing loyal BoN reader) who suggested Buon Giorno Coffee as a meeting place for me and my friend. It also appeared as a suggestion in MeetWays.com, which was the first time I partook of the service. That website is pretty nifty and fills a niche need. Basically, if you and a friend want to find a place to meet at in between of two locations, all you have to do is plug in each other’s ZIP code and the type of place you’d like to meet, and you’re provided with a list of places on a map. In case you are wondering, they aren’t paying me for endorsing their product. I’m just looking for stuff to find and take up space in today’s post.
Whether you are meeting a far away friend, organizing a Craigslist transaction, or connecting with a client for lunch, MeetWays helps you find the halfway point. No more extra driving, lost time, or wasted gas. Simply enter the addresses and a point of interest. We’ll give you a list of ideal meeting points, driving directions, and local reviews so you can choose the perfect place.
I’m willing to bet good money Jesus never wore a cross.
I’ve been feeling a bit nostalgic about cars as of late. The pop-up headlights were cool, but are no more due to regulations. Also, the more moving parts you have, the higher the chance of something breaking. Speaking of moving parts, the powered antennae that raised and lowered felt like something out of NASA for a kid like me.
I never understood wood paneling on automobiles. It felt like the opposite of technological advancement. I also never understood why car seats would have tucked buttons. They were a failure waiting to happen and a magnet for crumbs, dirt, and all sorts of debris. I did get a kick out of the bench front seat, which was move like a couch. It was always a family effort having to move that thing forward for my vertically-challenged mother.
