On Rhonetta Johnson and My Greater Omentum

UPDATE (1/27/06) - since a huge percentage of searches from the past couple of days are for "rhonetta johnson", I decided that this post probably needed a downloadable clip of the horror that she was. And so I made an mpeg for y'all. You probably won't want to thank me.

The horror! (right click and "save as", ~90MB)

I didn't actually watch American Idol last night (yesterday I kind of had a meltdown, following a mildly upsetting occurrence, a more upsetting occurrence, and a VERY upsetting occurrence (on top of my pancreas throwing punches in its corner) so I spent most of the afternoon in tears and then I took a 2-hour nap. It put me behind on my studying for Thursday's exam and also gave me a huge headache from all of the crying - grrrr.) However, AI was on in the living room because I was recording it for Corrie (the veerd Dutch don't get American Idol - boo hoo for them. But as a consolation, they do have tulips. And the guy who invented the microscope.)

Anyway, I was walking through the apartment and unfortunately saw unfortunate Rhonetta Johnson's unfortunate performance of unfortunateness, wearing her "outfit" that was designed by Unfortunate von Unfortunatestein, and cursing all over the place.

Ack.

Her stomach oozing out between her "top" (or wide headband, whatever it was) and her "skirt" (or wider headband) reminded me of something that I meant to say last semester when we were dissecting the abdominal region. (By the way, I have no room to talk about oozing fat, but at least I cover my fat with clothing, you know?) So what I forgot to say was - it bothers me that I have a greater omentum. It didn't bother me until I actually saw one (or several) last semester - but that is just one gross-looking structure, y'all. (Don't take my word for it, let Dr. Netter show you.) Furthermore, it's constantly getting in the way when you're trying to find stuff that lies beneath it. I guess there are worse things to have, though.

So I'm glad that Rhonetta Johnson didn't get through to Hollywood, because I'm not entertained by people that remind me of icky intra-abdominal structures. And now I have to study some spinal cord.