A nice gentleman by the name of Cooper Green stopped by the blog the other day and left a few words of comfort for ol' Doc. As it is unusual that we get newcomers here at Social Zymurgy, I decided to look him up. He runs a blog of his own called Lying Bastard, and I don't know about you, but I got a lot of respect for a man who tells you right off that he is about to pull your leg. He is out of British Columbia (God Bless all of our brothers and sisters to the North), works in radio, and is probably the funniest Son Of A Bitch I have ever read. For example, see "The Lying Bastard's Once-In-A-While Caption contest No.2", as well as "Mayor Testicle Officially Opens Codpecker Centre For The Incredibly Stupid". The web does not offer any better than this Dear and Gentle Reader.
In Cooper's comment he asked if I was really a doctor. The answer is no, nor do I play one on t.v. I do know some first-aid, some psychology, and a smattering about dentistry, but even all three of these combined would not be enough to get me a degree even from some fly-by-night Internet school. The title is an honorary one bestowed on me by my dear friend Big Orange, much like Doc Holliday in the photo above. It comes from Steinbeck's book "Cannery Row" after the marine biologist Doc. This is the only nickname I have ever had and it is one I'm damned proud of. I hope this answers your question and that you will stop by our little cyber-bar again, 'cause I know I'm going to be stopping by Lying Bastard more often.