Sena’s Garden Eatables and the Miracle Whip Saga!

We got patio tomatoes in early June, which I mentioned in a post on June 2, 2025. We now are getting cherry tomatoes and just recently saw a slicer tomato as well. Sena also has been growing garden oregano and parsley. Sometimes while she’s out there, red-wing blackbirds dive bomb her. It makes me wonder whether there’s a nest under the deck although it’s late in the season for those shenanigans.

The other big surprise is Sena got some Miracle Whip salad dressing for me! OK, the jar is small because she also got two bars of Duke’s Mayo which obviously are the priority around here for a certain somebody.

There’s been this long running joke about Miracle Whip not tasting like it used to years ago. I call it a joke because I think the blog post I wrote about it got more comments than any other (see What Happened to Miracle Whip? Posted 9/3/2022; 16 comments!). I recently closed the comment section on it because they all say the same thing. It was an echo chamber.

They all complain that Miracle Whip is not the same and the company should go back to the original recipe. Conspiracy theorists?

Anyway, Sena made lunch using her home-grown veggies today. It was darn good!

The “It Takes Two to Tango” Mistake in Cribbage

Yesterday while playing cribbage, Sena and I accidentally switched non-dealer and dealer roles during the cut and pick the starter card phase of the game. I was dealer and by mistake cut the deck. Sena was non-dealer and by mistake picked the starter card—which happened to be a jack.

At that point we both realized this was wrong. I was the dealer and should have got the two for his heels, but I was also guilty of cutting the deck which the non-dealer is supposed to do. Sena, for whatever reason, picked the starter card, compounding the mistake of switching roles. This actually would have resulted in her getting 16 points!

At first, she suggested she get the two for his heels points and proceed. I thought this would compound the mistake further and thought we should reshuffle and redeal—which she did after a fairly long discussion. We kept our original hands and cribs and just repeated the cut and picked a new starter card the way it was supposed to be done—nondealer (Sena) cut and dealer (me) picked the starter card. In all fairness, we’ve both done this in the past but caught the mistakes before it got as far as it did yesterday.

However, we then looked for any rule which would cover what we should have done. I couldn’t find one either on the American Cribbage Congress website rulebook page or anywhere else. The link takes you to the ACC 2025 version of the tournament cribbage rules; which gives the cut card rules starting on page 28 of the flipbook. It covers the mistakes of the dealer turning up the starter card before both players discard to the crib, nondealer looking at the bottom card of the upper pack when making the cut, and the dealer placing the cut card in his hand and not showing it to the nondealer. It doesn’t cover the wild mistake of both dealer and nondealer accidentally switching roles either by somehow switching to a parallel universe or by extraterrestrial intervention.

We also tried to ask Artificial Intelligence (AI): What happens in cribbage if the dealer cuts the cards by mistake and the non-dealer turns up the starter card by mistake?

AI answer: “In cribbage, if the dealer cuts the deck by mistake and the non-dealer mistakenly turns up the starter card, the dealer loses the deal and the crib. The non-dealer then becomes the new dealer, and the cards are dealt again.”

I couldn’t find anything on the web which supported the AI answer or its detailed explanation. Long story short, I think this might be an example of an AI confabulation (some would call this a hallucination).

However, when I searched again asking the same question, AI gave a different answer:

“In a friendly cribbage game, if the dealer cuts the deck and the non-dealer turns up the starter card by mistake, the cards should be reshuffled and re-dealt. There is no penalty for this mistake as it is considered a misdeal.”

The explanations for the AI answer make sense but tend to sound like rephrasing of the initial answer and there are links which don’t seem connected to the answer. And if I search again, I get a slightly different answer and the explanations are not really connected to the original question.

But we reshuffled and redealt. I sent a question about this to the relevant ACC representative who takes general questions about cribbage. If I get an answer, I’ll pass it along.

Svengoolie Movie: “Invaders from Mars” and Zippers are Large!

I watched the Svengoolie movie “Invaders from Mars” last night. I saw this 1953 science fiction film last year but didn’t notice the extraterrestrials wore pretty obvious green velour body suits which zipped up the back.

Anyway, the movie was directed by William Cameron Menzies and starred Jimmy Hunt as the boy, David MacLean, who cried wolf, or at least that’s what everyone, including his parents, thought of his story about seeing a flying saucer land not far from their home, in a kind of sandy outlot which tended to swallow people whole after that.

Shortly after the saucer landed, people started to go missing and when they turned up later, they acted like zombies albeit with a new and nefarious purpose in life not their own.

There were many examples of leadership. Most of the good guys including the astronomer, Dr. Stuart Kelston and psychologist, Dr. Pat Blake fit the mold: respectful, congenial, and not prone to slapping David in the mouth like somebody I could name but who I’ll just hint he’s played by a guy named Leif Erickson, a Norse explorer who discovered America hundreds of years before Columbus and evidently found the fountain of youth.

Dr. Kelston has a theory about what’s happening and even speculates about the connection of the space exploration program he’s involved in which could be causing some extraterrestrials to be leery of its ultimate purpose, which is to build tall warped looking buildings with weird music piped in. Actually, Svengoolie revealed that the settings were purposely built large because the original plan was to shoot the film in 3D.

On the other hand, the leader of the Martians was this head in a glass globe that the guys in green jump suits (the Mutants) carried around, sometimes walking backwards so as to not expose how the costumes zipped up in back. But often they had to run through tunnels, which would have been tough to do backwards. That’s when you see the zippers. They had this stiff gait sort of rocking gait which I think I remember seeing when I was a kid when I saw these scenes on TV decades ago.

Anyway, the leader who was just a head in a globe never talked but communicated telepathically with the Mutants. It was the Martian Intelligence (the head, played by Luce Potter) who did all the thinking and gave all the orders, evidently driven by fear of the humans who were getting ready to shoot into space and ruin their neck of the space neighborhood.

There’s the usual Cold War paranoia but with a focus on inserting alien probes into earthlings that made me think of the X-Files mythology. There’s a fairly frequent inclusion of military stock footage given the us vs them dynamic.

A fairly large number of the actors were also in Perry Mason episodes, which seems to happen to a lot of actors who eventually appear in Svengoolie movies. I had a little trouble remembering a very young Milburn Stone who played Capt. Roth, and who could sling semi-scientific verbiage around pretty well. I remember him as Doc in the TV show Gunsmoke.

There was a disagreement between the United Kingdom and America about the ending of the movie. Was this invasion all just a kid’s nightmare or what? The British rewrote the ending to leave out the dream theme.

Except for the Mutant dress code, I thought the movie was pretty fair.

Shrilling Chicken Rating 4/5

Big Mo Pod Show: “Wiggle Your Way Into People’s Hearts”- and Down The Rabbit Hole!

Hey, I’ve got some confusion about one of the tunes in the Big Mo Pod Show today. I heard most of the Big Mo Blues Show last night although I think I might have dozed off for a few minutes about the time one song came on about 7:40 pm. I guess I don’t feel so bad about not remembering Kris Lager’s song “Shake It” because Big Mo didn’t either.

The first thing I wonder about is the spelling of Kris Lager’s name on the pod show. His first name was spelled “Chris.” That’s minor; those things happen. But the remarks by Big Mo and producer Noah on it were intriguing.

While the short clip (starts about 10 minutes or so in) of the song “Shake It” (which is a cover) by Kris Lager was played, Big Mo said the song originally was done by Howlin’ Wolf and he thought it was “Shake for me.” I also vaguely remembered the guitar licks from somewhere in my distant past, but when I played the YouTube Howlin’ Wolf “Shake for Me,” it didn’t sound at all to me like Kris Lager’s version of “Shake It.” The clip from the On Air Schedule from last night didn’t sound like the clip on the pod show either. I tried looking up Lager’s song “Shake It” from the album Blues Lover and got misdirected to other artists who did songs with the same title. I found Lager’s version on Apple Music and heard a preview, but it didn’t sound like the pod show clip either.

I realize that probably part of the problem is the clips are too short. But I can’t account for why Howlin’ Wolf’s version would sound so different. Big Mo mentions Hubert Sumlin’s guitar lick, referring to the clip but I just can’t get that from the Howlin’ Wolf band recording of “Shake for Me,” at least not the one I found.

Big Mo mentions a Mike Welch, which implies that he “Shake It” but all I can find is a blues artist called Monster Mike Welch but no connection to a song by that name. He mentions John Popper (musician connected to the group Blues Traveler) but nothing “shakin” there.

Long story short, which is too late because we’re way down the rabbit hole by now, Big Mo gives up and has to admit he doesn’t recall playing the song “Shake It.” He says he found something which he might have been doing a web search on at the time of the pod show. He found something from 2023 but the Blues Lover album with the song “Shake It” is from 2021. He says Lager was “around here this summer” but I don’t know whether “here” means Iowa or not. I think he’s coming to Okoboji this summer but I’m not sure.

Then Noah asks Big Mo which version of “Shake It” he likes better: Howlin’ Wolf’s or Kris Lager’s. Hang on a sec, I didn’t find comparable versions on the web as I mentioned earlier! Amazingly, Big Mo then replies that Lager’s version is a lot slower than the one by Howlin’ Wolf—but near as I can tell they’re not the same song. He says it has that “recognizable Hubert Sumlin lick” on the guitar—except I can’t hear Hubert Sumlin doing that.

That’s how far I went down the rabbit hole. Can anybody throw me a rope?

Gorging Goldfinches Distract Us from Cribbage!

We were distracted from our cribbage match today when Sena saw a couple of goldfinches out in the back yard. One of them was clearly a male, bright yellow all over except for his black wings. The other was probably a female because it was olive colored. The sunlight must have varied because at times it looked like it had colors more like the male.

At one point the male seemed to be distracted by something we couldn’t see shaking the bushes behind them. They sure were hungry. I took the video with my Canon point and shoot. Sena reminded me about the Nikon DSLR and I rushed to get it. By that time, the goldfinches were gone. I have to remember to leave both cameras out after this.

I won the cribbage game today, for a change.

Thoughts on Long Covid

I read Dr. Ron Pies, MD’s essay today, “What Long COVID Can Teach Psychiatry—and Its Critics.” As usual, he made thought- provoking points about the disease concept in psychiatry. What I also found interesting was the connection he made with Long Covid, a debilitating illness. He cited someone else I know who was involved with a group assigned to create a working definition for it—Dr. E. Wes Ely, an intensive care unit physician at Vanderbilt University in Nashville, Tennessee.

I remember when I first encountered Dr. Ely, way back in 2011 when I was a consulting psychiatrist in the University of Iowa Health Care general hospital. I was blogging back then and mentioned a book he and Valerie Page and written, Delirium in Critical Care. Back then I sometimes read parts of it to trainees because I thought they were amusing:

“…there is a clearly expressed opinion about the role of psychiatrists. It’s in a section titled “Psychiatrists and delirium” in Chapter 9 and begins with the sentence, “Should we, or should we not, call the psychiatrist?” The authors ask the question “Can we replace them with a screening tool, and then use haloperidol freely?” The context for the following remarks is that Chapter 9 is about drug treatment of the symptoms and behaviors commonly associated with delirium.”

I would point out that the authors say, while acknowledging that the opinions of psychiatrists and intensivists might differ, “…we would advocate that a psychiatrist should be consulted for patients already under the care of a psychiatrist or on antipsychotic medications”. Usually, in most medical centers in the U.S.A. a general hospital consultation-liaison psychiatrist sees the delirious inpatient rather than the patient’s outpatient psychiatrist. And many delirious patients don’t have a previous formal history of psychiatric illness and so would not have been seeing an outpatient psychiatrist in the first place.” (Page, V. and E.W. Ely, Delirium in Critical Care: Core Critical Care. Core Critical Care, ed. A. Vuylsteke 2011, New York: Cambridge University Press).

I’m pretty sure I got an email from Wes shortly after I posted that, with his suggestion that I write more about the delirium research he was doing. He sent me several references. I met him in person at a meeting of the American Delirium Society later on and attended an internal medicine grand rounds he presented at UIHC in 2019, “A New Frontier in Critical Care Medicine: Saving the Injured Brain.” He’s also written a great book, “Every Deep-Drawn Breath.”

Anyway, Dr. Ely and others were tasked by the Administration for Strategic Preparedness and Response and the Office of the Assistant Secretary of Health in the Department of Health and Human Services tasked the National Academies of Sciences, Engineering, and Medicine (NASEM) with developing an improved definition for long Covid.

At first, I was puzzled by the creation of criteria that essentially defined Long Covid as a disease state which didn’t even necessitate a positive test for Covid in the history of patients who developed Long Covid. I then read the full essay by Family Medicine physician, Dr. Kirsti Malterud, MD, PhD, “Diagnosis—A Tool for Rational Action? A Critical View from Family Medicine.”

I was hung up on the dichotomy between physical illness and somatization and thought the Long Covid definition posed a dilemma because it purposely omits any need for an “objective” test to verify previous Covid infection, making the Long Covid diagnosis based completely on clinical grounds. The section on persistent oppositions (dichotomies) was helpful, especially the 2nd point on the dichotomy of the question of whether an illness is physical or psychological (p.28).

The point on how to transcend the dichotomy was well made. I guess it’s easy to forget how the body and mind are related when a consultation-liaison psychiatrist is called to evaluate somebody for “somatization.” Often that was the default question before I ever got to see the patient.

Still, the person suffering from Long Covid often doesn’t seem to have a consistently effective treatment and may stay unwell or even disabled for months or years. Social Security criteria for disability look well-established.

I can imagine that many persons with Long Covid might object to have their care transferred to psychiatric services alone. I can see why there are Long Covid clinics in several states. It’s difficult to tell how many and which ones have psychiatrists on staff. The University of Iowa calls its service the Post Covid Clinic and can refer to mental health and neuropsychology services. On the other hand, a recent study of how many Long Covid clinics are available and what they do for people showed it was difficult to ascertain what services they actually offered, concluding:

“We find that services offered at long COVID clinics at top hospitals in the US often include meeting with a team member and referrals to a wide range of specialists. The diversity in long COVID services offered parallels the diversity in long COVID symptoms, suggesting a need for better consensus in developing and delivering treatment.” (Haslam A, Prasad V. Long COVID clinics and services offered by top US hospitals: an empirical analysis of clinical options as of May 2023. BMC Health Serv Res. 2024 May 30;24(1):684. doi: 10.1186/s12913-024-11071-3. PMID: 38816726; PMCID: PMC11138016.)

I’m interested in seeing how and whether the new Long Covid definition will be widely adopted.

Sena Got a Raggedy Ann in Cribbage Today!

This is a red-letter day! First of all, I saw this article on line about how older people can stay sharp and fit. One of the suggestions for cognitive fitness was to play “complex card games.” Cribbage counts (literally) because today, Sena had a Raggedy Ann hand!

A Raggedy Ann is, as my old medical school pathology textbook authors put it, “not excessively rare,” but it’s uncommon enough that it can trip you up on how to count the points. It consists of 8-7-6-A-A with one of the aces being the cut card, of course. It’s worth 13 points.

First count the 15s, which are cards adding up to 15: the 8 and the 7, the 8 and the 6 and the A diamond, the 8 and the 6 and the A club in the crib, finally the 7, 6, and the two A’s=8 total. Add the three card run 6,7,8=11; then add the A pair for 2 more=13.

What’s hilarious about this is that we thought it was 11 points—which is another weird hand called a Raggedy Andy. It consists of 8-7-6-2-2. But because Sena’s hand had aces, the other 15-point combo was hard to pick out. Both hands are often miscounted.

Substitute deuces for the aces and try to count it. You should come up with 11 and that’s the Raggedy Andy.

Another funny thing about this is that when I was looking on the web for the odds on getting these hands, the AI (which always comes up) got it all wrong, saying “In cribbage, a “Raggedy Ann” hand refers to a hand with a score of 28, which is also known as a “28-hand”. This hand is quite rare, with odds estimated at about 1 in 15,028.” The second time I searched, AI corrected itself and got it right.

As far as I know, there’s no particular name for a 28-hand.  Also, I couldn’t find any information of the statistical likelihood of getting a Raggedy Ann or a Raggedy Andy. I couldn’t find any explanation for how the hands got their names either although many assume that it’s because the count is so—raggedy.

As I mentioned earlier, it’s tough to spot one of the fifteens in the Raggedy Ann. Check out the American Cribbage Congress web site for more cribbage lingo.

This kind of gets us pumped for hoping one of us will get the very rare 29 hand.

By the way, the other thing we did today was to plug in the automatic card shuffler to top off the charge, so we both hand shuffled. We plugged it in at 10:30 am and it wasn’t fully charged until 4:30 pm. And you’re supposed to get 2,000 shuffles out of it, and I’m pretty sure we’re nowhere near that. Anyway, shuffling was a lot less noisy.

Dr. Jim NostradAmos, Prophet Extraordinaire!

I was watching a show about the prophet Nostradamus last night. Some experts don’t believe he got any of his predictions for the future right. A few will say he got the one about Louis Pasteur correct, which is that he would invent pasteurization. But then others will deny even that. He made his predictions using cryptic quatrains.

Actually, I think I could do a better job.

Quatrain 1

Oumuamua came tumbling from a galaxy far

Other visitors will follow in coming years

In search of the ultimate prune juice bar

To allay deep space radiation fears

Quatrain 2

When all the deer are hunted down

When all the rivers are empty of trout

Then Bigfoot will journey downtown

Where he’ll buy beef jerky from scouts

Quatrain 3

Many will head for Mt. Rushmore someday

When my head is carved next to Lincoln

For that is likely the only way

That all will catch sight of me blinkin’

Quatrain 4

Someday you’ll all know my name

For In the future, cribbage will be famous

As cribbage will be an Olympic game

Won by champion Dr. NostradAmos

Thanks very much.

Sena + Prune Juice = Space Trip?

Sena has been drinking her prune juice and I presume she’s regular. Besides that, she could be an excellent astronaut.  There was a small study by scientists that seemed to show that mice who ate prunes could be protected from space radiation.

I think you’d have to eat a lot of prunes for that. Being regular is one thing, but being less susceptible to the dangers of space travel to places like Mars might mean a serious commitment to prunes beyond human endurance.

It makes me wonder how extraterrestrials tolerate it. We’re always depicting them as humanoid on TV and in movies. Maybe they already know about this. It would give abduction a whole new meaning.

Anyone notice a prune shortage?

Svengoolie Movie Next Saturday “Invaders from Mars” Triggers Memories!

The Svengoolie TV show movie next Saturday will be “Invaders from Mars” released in 1953 and it triggered some memories. One of them is when I was a little kid. I think I saw parts of it on TV while I was supposed to be down for a nap. I recall seeing these burly guys in green body suits trotting stiff-legged through tunnels. Their gait is something I can’t forget—no matter how hard I try. For a long time, I thought I had just been dreaming. But I’m pretty sure the nightmare was real because when we saw the movie last year on the Svengoolie show, those Martians looked familiar.

The other memory is of a TV public service announcement (PSA) commercial in the early 1970s. I managed to find a YouTube of it that reminded me of the leader of the Martians. He was in a clear globe and the green guys carried him around. He was just a head with tentacles. He was the leader and was very much ahead of his assistants in an evolutionary sense. At least I think that was the idea. He was basically the brains of the extraterrestrial population. He did all the thinking and planning—but he was stuck in this globe.

Anyway, the commercial is from 1971 and it’s a PSA from the President’s Council on Physical Fitness and Sports. The commercial shows how we’d be by the year 2000 if we didn’t shape up, literally. Richard Nixon was President; during his presidency Apollo 11 landed on the moon—and he resigned from office because of the Watergate scandal. Anyway, food for thought for the upcoming film, “Invaders from Mars,” which probably has a message about leadership.