I don’t ask anyone to call me doctor; I find it a bit awkward and pretentious.
I guess the title matters to some folks. So much so that it’s the basis for a nationally syndicated talk show produced by another doctor, Dr. Phil. Today, an episode I taped with the good doctors about a month ago aired.
We talked oysters, sprouts, raw milk and undercooked beef for a few minutes. I got my plug in for using a thermometer (although I think I erroneously said meat instead of beef).
I tried not to look too goofy (not sure I accomplished that).
My face isn’t always washed out but I ended up doing the interview via Skype from my home office (with an antique Hespeler hockey stick in the background), in direct afternoon sunlight, instead of my planned location of a campus office. The locale change was due to the 5” of snow that hit Raleigh the day before. I wasn’t driving anywhere with the NC snow-excited drivers.
I’m also not the creator of Barf Blog. I just happen to host the barfblog collective. And contribute to it sometimes.
Oh well, can’t get it all right, but food safety made it into a couple of million homes this afternoon.
But there’s no way the segment was as impactful as the one previous to mine – it was about farting at the gym.