Why does weird shit, annoying shit always seem to happen on Wednesdays? Is there some sort of law that says it can't be on Mondays, cause they're, you know, MONDAYS?? They suck enough by virtue of placement in the week so no more evil shit that day! Can't be on Fridays, cause, they're you know, FRIDAYS?!? Supposed to, by virtue of THEIR placement in the weekly schedule be happy and wonderful lead into the weekend days. (oh, if only that were true for MY Friday, what, given the SUPOENA to give a deposition to one of the deputy district attorneys of my fair state WITHOUT THE BENEFIT OF LEGAL COUNSEL BY MY SIDE, but oh, lets save THAT for another day, shall we?!?) So apparently, it's Wednesday SUCK day.
A friend tells me a story of woe and evil ingratitude of the most heinous kind in which a son (underage by 3 frelling weeks, if you're counting) gets picked up for stupid illegal shit. Not drugs, not felony, just stupid teenage boy/almost man kinds of shit. He was underage. Became of age and was (rightfully, IMHO) told by said father, it's my way or the highway, you want to play like a man and be stupid, be a man and get the frell out. Manchild said, yep, outta here and left. Now summons gets mailed to dad, with DAD listed as an ACCOMPLICE because the kid was, you know, a KID at the time of the incident. Hell, I'm fairly certain, dad was at work at the time of said incident.
Now, seriously, how can THAT even be legal?!?!?!?! What a clusterfuck that is gonna be!
I get hit with this line in a written report...and from the get go let me announce: this shall become one of my new favorite oxymoron idiocies that I've ever heard or, hopefully, shall ever hear. In said written report, I trip across the following sentence in response to a question as to whether someone can tolerate getting into trouble for being stupid:
It is NOT LIKELY BUT QUITE POSSIBLE HE MAY DECOMPENSATE as a result of blah blah blah...
What in the HOLYHELLFUCKSHITSTUPIDVERSE of life is that supposed to mean? I actually announced upon reading said sentence that my brain had turned so violently as a result of it that I think I've actually suffered a rather severe concussion with deep contrecoup injury. I need workman's comp and a vacation until my surgery. I'm no longer fit to work.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
And on the 7th day...
there wasn't that much damn resting to be had! I hate it...but I love it too, lol.
MBH and I may have gone a WWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE bit loopy at the new PC Richards store that just opened up at the Moorestown Mall. We were going in there to buy him a computer (so HE thought! mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!). While he was putting his folks' new computer together, I told him to check it out and if he liked it, we should buy it - given that his folks got it for
$350!!!!!!!
That's including a nifty copier/scanner/printer dujib. So, while he was checking it out, I was checking out the circular. And what did I spy with my wittle eye...a brand spanking new flat screen LCD HDTV for a goddamn STEAL! While he's waiting for the new computer to do its thing, I show him how all our dreams can be had for the piffling price of $880. He thinks I've lost my damn mind, lol.
Who knows, I may have! Weeks from now, you can all say, yep, that's where it started, that damn PC Richards advert, lol!
He thinks for a minute and agrees it is just the bestest price. So, we go home and decide to hit the store the next morning.
One 46" HDTV,
One new surround home theatre system with wiggy new upgraded DVD player,
One brand spanking new remote guaranteed to, by GOD, run every fucking thing we OWN,
and 47 other cables later, we walk out.
Forget the computer we went in for and go BACK and get that too...
(I jest. We went back twice, lol! Ok I jest some more but come on, that'd be REALLY funny if I HAD been telling the truth!)
Now, we're home with a bunch of toys.
BIG FUCKING WOOPTIDO!
This just means one thing...spending another frelling fortune to set the whole thing up, both up and down. See, now we've got a wonderful TV, DVD, TiVo downstairs with no home...UPSTAIRS!
Yep, so now we've got to get something to put it on as it can't fit on the damn floor! This means going to one of my new favorite places, the Williamstown Amish Market and buying an unstained undecorated TV/stereo cabinet with a glass door.
THIS means now going to Lowe's and buying stain/varnish to finish it off.
Oddly, this was the easiest part! lol Who knew staining and varnishing could be easy?!?
While waiting for that to dry, my beloved honey and I come to one very clear conclusion - if aliens dropped down with their pulse pistols pointed directly at our heads announcing we were going to be the next in line for Nebari mind-cleansing, we STILL couldn't make this 79 goddamn cables fit into 13 different slots and make this new system work!
FUCK!
It does mean however that IF we can get the old system upstairs, there's half a chance we can figure out how it went together in the first place so we have some sort of TV again.
(I mean seriously, the Race is starting tonight dammit! I NEED my TV!)
In between cooking up 4 different batches of the best yumminess EVER (ham and bean soup, lentil soup, beef and barley soup, and chili if you want to be killed with jealousy), we get the TV back up and running JUST in time to see Bret save the Viks day with, no shit, 8 seconds left on the clock, and to see the Lions WIN!
No, you read that right, they WON BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just like MBH said - you can't lose'em all the time, lol
So, now we're billions in debt, exhausted, hurting in more joints than I thought I had, only to be watching the exact same TV we were last week...
it is upstairs though, so I can watch from what will undoubtedly be my death bed!
MBH and I may have gone a WWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE bit loopy at the new PC Richards store that just opened up at the Moorestown Mall. We were going in there to buy him a computer (so HE thought! mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!). While he was putting his folks' new computer together, I told him to check it out and if he liked it, we should buy it - given that his folks got it for
$350!!!!!!!
That's including a nifty copier/scanner/printer dujib. So, while he was checking it out, I was checking out the circular. And what did I spy with my wittle eye...a brand spanking new flat screen LCD HDTV for a goddamn STEAL! While he's waiting for the new computer to do its thing, I show him how all our dreams can be had for the piffling price of $880. He thinks I've lost my damn mind, lol.
Who knows, I may have! Weeks from now, you can all say, yep, that's where it started, that damn PC Richards advert, lol!
He thinks for a minute and agrees it is just the bestest price. So, we go home and decide to hit the store the next morning.
One 46" HDTV,
One new surround home theatre system with wiggy new upgraded DVD player,
One brand spanking new remote guaranteed to, by GOD, run every fucking thing we OWN,
and 47 other cables later, we walk out.
Forget the computer we went in for and go BACK and get that too...
(I jest. We went back twice, lol! Ok I jest some more but come on, that'd be REALLY funny if I HAD been telling the truth!)
Now, we're home with a bunch of toys.
BIG FUCKING WOOPTIDO!
This just means one thing...spending another frelling fortune to set the whole thing up, both up and down. See, now we've got a wonderful TV, DVD, TiVo downstairs with no home...UPSTAIRS!
Yep, so now we've got to get something to put it on as it can't fit on the damn floor! This means going to one of my new favorite places, the Williamstown Amish Market and buying an unstained undecorated TV/stereo cabinet with a glass door.
THIS means now going to Lowe's and buying stain/varnish to finish it off.
Oddly, this was the easiest part! lol Who knew staining and varnishing could be easy?!?
While waiting for that to dry, my beloved honey and I come to one very clear conclusion - if aliens dropped down with their pulse pistols pointed directly at our heads announcing we were going to be the next in line for Nebari mind-cleansing, we STILL couldn't make this 79 goddamn cables fit into 13 different slots and make this new system work!
FUCK!
It does mean however that IF we can get the old system upstairs, there's half a chance we can figure out how it went together in the first place so we have some sort of TV again.
(I mean seriously, the Race is starting tonight dammit! I NEED my TV!)
In between cooking up 4 different batches of the best yumminess EVER (ham and bean soup, lentil soup, beef and barley soup, and chili if you want to be killed with jealousy), we get the TV back up and running JUST in time to see Bret save the Viks day with, no shit, 8 seconds left on the clock, and to see the Lions WIN!
No, you read that right, they WON BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just like MBH said - you can't lose'em all the time, lol
So, now we're billions in debt, exhausted, hurting in more joints than I thought I had, only to be watching the exact same TV we were last week...
it is upstairs though, so I can watch from what will undoubtedly be my death bed!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Wednesday wonderings...
So, those who know me know that stupidity is almost second nature to me. So...this bit of stupidity occurs to me and I blame it on occupational hazard:
Man A marries woman.
Woman is no longer there and they have not divorced.
Man A usually then inherits a title that tells the world that he WAS married but is not any longer. This title usually carries with it a certain emotional quality. One commonly feels empathy, sorrow, sympathy, and any number of other nice human emotions that tell us we are all tied into the global human condition.
BUT...(knew this had to be coming didn't you?!?)...given where I work and what I do, this just can't be simple can it.
Dr.M talks to Man A. Now needs to list his marital status. He was married. His wife is no longer in the picture. (wait for it, wait for it). They are not divorced. They are not separated. (WAIT FOR IT!) She has passed on.
Passed on because he is now serving some indeterminate period for having helped her to this new status condition his very own self.
Folks, I'm wondering...am I going to go to Hell for any certain period of time because I'm baffled as to what to list his marital status as????????
Widower...not even...nope, not even the tiniest SPECK of sympathy here, lol
Single?? easy cop out there, can't go with it.
Widower, self-inflicted?????????
Yep, I'll just pick out my spot NOW so I can get a good view from the Volcano mountains of the surfers on the Lake of Fire. I'm sooooo going to Hell.
Man A marries woman.
Woman is no longer there and they have not divorced.
Man A usually then inherits a title that tells the world that he WAS married but is not any longer. This title usually carries with it a certain emotional quality. One commonly feels empathy, sorrow, sympathy, and any number of other nice human emotions that tell us we are all tied into the global human condition.
BUT...(knew this had to be coming didn't you?!?)...given where I work and what I do, this just can't be simple can it.
Dr.M talks to Man A. Now needs to list his marital status. He was married. His wife is no longer in the picture. (wait for it, wait for it). They are not divorced. They are not separated. (WAIT FOR IT!) She has passed on.
Passed on because he is now serving some indeterminate period for having helped her to this new status condition his very own self.
Folks, I'm wondering...am I going to go to Hell for any certain period of time because I'm baffled as to what to list his marital status as????????
Widower...not even...nope, not even the tiniest SPECK of sympathy here, lol
Single?? easy cop out there, can't go with it.
Widower, self-inflicted?????????
Yep, I'll just pick out my spot NOW so I can get a good view from the Volcano mountains of the surfers on the Lake of Fire. I'm sooooo going to Hell.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I think I'm gonna need a bigger boat...
Ok, Ok, Ok...my beloved honey's best friend says...HEY! Your girl makes jam, right?
yep, I do.
Do you think she'd like some pears? I know you don't like'em, but would she like some? My boyfriend's mother has a pear tree and she's got extras.
sure...I'd LOVE some fresh home grown pears. Who DOESN'T like pears...honey??????? He's obviously a freak, but I'll love him and I'll keep him even IF he doesn't like pears. Tell Ann I'd love some pears.
Asian pears.
Even better! I love Asian pears like mad but they're too expensive and too underripe in the stores for my taste so this'll be fantastic!!!!
It's a lot of pears.
No worries. I can make jam from a lot of pears. Besides, how many can "a lot" be?????? It's only ONE tree!?! It cant' be THAT many, right?
From this exchange, MBH and I drive up to Trentonish areas so we can go to Joe's Crab Shack and meet up with Ann and Pete. I've never gotten a chance to meet Ann yet...in person...we've talked on the phone, online, hell I've even stayed over at her place when she wasn't there.
(Oh shit...um...Mom...if you're reading this...um...MBH totally wasn't even there. He was at his folks place. We were totally not shacking up at some strange location. Um...I was just goggie sitting for Jake. Um...YEAH! That's it! I was watching Jake while Ann was...um...in Atlanta...for...something...RRRRREEEEEAAAAAAALLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY important.)
And Ann has even been to my place while I wasn't here. We've done everything except actually, you know, meet. So, we're off to Joe's! Yep, Joe's...to crack crab. I love crab. I love any food you are absofuckinglutely expected to play with and make a BIGGGGGGGG enough mess that bibs are mandatory. If you're one of my 3 rapid stalker followers (LOL) you'll know from my last post that I'm wounded. Just a little injury. Minor even.
EXCEPT IT'S A SIDELINING INJURY IN THE WORLD OF CRAB CRACKING!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, that (probably shoulda been sutured) little cut on my thumb that is still occasionally bleeding (now a week later) is more than enough to keep me from being able to crack crab.
FUCK.
Oh well.
Drink
Meet Ann
Get pears.
Remember when she said it was "a lot" and I thought, what, a couple of dozen, maybe, tops?
THAT'S A FUCKING JUMBO FAMILY-SIZE LAUNDRY BASKET FULL OF PEARS PEOPLE!!!!!!!! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
Totally a manjob carrying that thing! lol
But, thanks to the Bible of jam books...I was able to turn that into this:
6 half pint jars of pear jam with vanilla, 6 of plain pear jam, and way in the back, 3 quarts of pear sauce (think applesauce but with pears).
Quite an equitable exchange, I should think!
Now...to get some back to her and her honey's mom before I eat it all! lololol
yep, I do.
Do you think she'd like some pears? I know you don't like'em, but would she like some? My boyfriend's mother has a pear tree and she's got extras.
sure...I'd LOVE some fresh home grown pears. Who DOESN'T like pears...honey??????? He's obviously a freak, but I'll love him and I'll keep him even IF he doesn't like pears. Tell Ann I'd love some pears.
Asian pears.
Even better! I love Asian pears like mad but they're too expensive and too underripe in the stores for my taste so this'll be fantastic!!!!
It's a lot of pears.
No worries. I can make jam from a lot of pears. Besides, how many can "a lot" be?????? It's only ONE tree!?! It cant' be THAT many, right?
From this exchange, MBH and I drive up to Trentonish areas so we can go to Joe's Crab Shack and meet up with Ann and Pete. I've never gotten a chance to meet Ann yet...in person...we've talked on the phone, online, hell I've even stayed over at her place when she wasn't there.
(Oh shit...um...Mom...if you're reading this...um...MBH totally wasn't even there. He was at his folks place. We were totally not shacking up at some strange location. Um...I was just goggie sitting for Jake. Um...YEAH! That's it! I was watching Jake while Ann was...um...in Atlanta...for...something...RRRRREEEEEAAAAAAALLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY important.)
And Ann has even been to my place while I wasn't here. We've done everything except actually, you know, meet. So, we're off to Joe's! Yep, Joe's...to crack crab. I love crab. I love any food you are absofuckinglutely expected to play with and make a BIGGGGGGGG enough mess that bibs are mandatory. If you're one of my 3 rapid stalker followers (LOL) you'll know from my last post that I'm wounded. Just a little injury. Minor even.
EXCEPT IT'S A SIDELINING INJURY IN THE WORLD OF CRAB CRACKING!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, that (probably shoulda been sutured) little cut on my thumb that is still occasionally bleeding (now a week later) is more than enough to keep me from being able to crack crab.
FUCK.
Oh well.
Drink
Meet Ann
Get pears.
Remember when she said it was "a lot" and I thought, what, a couple of dozen, maybe, tops?
THAT'S A FUCKING JUMBO FAMILY-SIZE LAUNDRY BASKET FULL OF PEARS PEOPLE!!!!!!!! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
Totally a manjob carrying that thing! lol
But, thanks to the Bible of jam books...I was able to turn that into this:
6 half pint jars of pear jam with vanilla, 6 of plain pear jam, and way in the back, 3 quarts of pear sauce (think applesauce but with pears). Quite an equitable exchange, I should think!
Now...to get some back to her and her honey's mom before I eat it all! lololol
Monday, September 7, 2009
A Tale of Caution, a Tale of Woe
Well, it's that time... 
See, when the kraut is done, it's time for SANTA KRAUT to make her appointed deliveries, lol. One jar to my sis and her husband, one to my folks. HMMMMMM, there appears to be 4 jars in that there photo...and only TWO got given away. I think that might indicate a sum overage in my favor! lol It's good to be the queen, I tell ya! lol
It also means it's that time again...
TIME TO MAKE THE KRAUT! lol
My honey just LOVES this part, lol! I told him I was gonna make it up. If I get some made now, it'll ferment and be ready for jarring right before my surgery (10-7-09 if anyone's counting). THAT means I'll be able to put the NEXT batch into the crock so it'll be fermenting while I'm recuperating. See, to me, that sounds like planning most extraordinary! Planning my mother would approve of and say "good girl, you were listening when I taught you all those lessons on planning" lol, or something like that.
What did my honey think of this planning???
"Um, how much of this stuff are you planning on making?"
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
My response, you ask?? I'm planning on making a LOT! lol I figure I'm now in the business of making sauerkraut forever! When I brought the jar to my sis and her hubby, I told him that Santa Kraut was coming over to make a delivery. They both go gaga over the jar and he says he can't wait to try it. He almost feels like he could just open it and stick a fork in it. No, really, go ahead! lol They do, they LOVE it. (OR they are just playing it really cool and it's being fed to Toby the wondermutt as we speak! lol Nah, they wouldn't risk THAT much gaseous emission I should think! I wonder what the compost value is in sauerkraut?! lol) Nah, I josh. I know they liked it. In fact, my very healthy sis went out of the way to tell me how much organic folks will pay for entirely homemade, no additive added, raw sauerkraut. (Seriously, up to $10 a quart jar????? I made have to rethink this doctor crap, lol)
So, now I've got kraut gone and that means it's time to make the donuts...er...you know what I mean.
So, MBH and I get to work.
Or rather, I get to work. His job comes later...sort of.
Remember this was a tale of caution...woe...um, yeah.
THIS is a mandoline...
Or, rather, this is a mandoline AFTER it's been used and is filthy with cabbage. You see that blade though? And that plastic safety tube? The one with the plastic safety feeder thingy in it? You're supposed to put the food into the tube and force it down toward the blade thereby keeping your fingers away from the blade.
Hmmm, keeping one's fingers away from the blade? lol Now, why would THAT be important? Oh, could it be...
Oh, God, the wailing, the gnashing of teeth. Who am I kidding, oh fuck the blood! lol I don't think that shot gives a really good accounting for the depth of the wound, the big ole CHUNK of flesh that is now only barely attached to my finger. I'm pretty sure it belongs there. I put it back. I came into the world with it and dammit I'm going out with it too! lol
Do I scream? No.
Do I yell? No.
I do however grab my hand and get it away from the food - FAST and go running upstairs where the bandaids are. Holding it tight and thinking the whole time, boy, THIS is gonna hurt when it occurs to my brain that I've cut almost the entire top corner of my thumb off, lol. Honey realizes movement is occurring and comes running. You ok? You good? What'd you do? Do you need a doctor?
THEN he sees it...Oh shit! You're gonna need stitches. You're dying. You're gonna bleed to death. Blood everywhere. It's spattering. You're gonna die here.
Ok, I might be overstating his response...but just a bit, lol!
I get it to stop bleeding, (sort of) and the krauting continues. But you know what...he won't let me near the mandoline now! lololololol Do you know what my honey insisted on?????
That's right boys and girls...check out THIS action shot! lol
And you know what else???????????????? It took him all of about 5 minutes to utter those famous words...Jesus this pushy down thingy is a pain in the ass! The food keeps getting stuck.
To which I smiled and just showed him my (barely) bleeding thumb. I've played with this one before. I KNOW it's a pain in the ass.
That left me with the only other job available if you're not the one cutting onions and cabbage...
LOL! Look at that boys and girls...real (almost) action lines showing I'm working like mad! lol
He still thinks making sauerkraut is silly...but he also admits it is DAMN worth the finished product! lolol
We also decided something else, very important...if Santa Kraut is going to be keeping the rest of the family in kraut in perpetuity...they're gonna need to get the hell over here and contribute to the labor!!!!!!!
See, when the kraut is done, it's time for SANTA KRAUT to make her appointed deliveries, lol. One jar to my sis and her husband, one to my folks. HMMMMMM, there appears to be 4 jars in that there photo...and only TWO got given away. I think that might indicate a sum overage in my favor! lol It's good to be the queen, I tell ya! lolIt also means it's that time again...
TIME TO MAKE THE KRAUT! lol
My honey just LOVES this part, lol! I told him I was gonna make it up. If I get some made now, it'll ferment and be ready for jarring right before my surgery (10-7-09 if anyone's counting). THAT means I'll be able to put the NEXT batch into the crock so it'll be fermenting while I'm recuperating. See, to me, that sounds like planning most extraordinary! Planning my mother would approve of and say "good girl, you were listening when I taught you all those lessons on planning" lol, or something like that.
What did my honey think of this planning???
"Um, how much of this stuff are you planning on making?"
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
My response, you ask?? I'm planning on making a LOT! lol I figure I'm now in the business of making sauerkraut forever! When I brought the jar to my sis and her hubby, I told him that Santa Kraut was coming over to make a delivery. They both go gaga over the jar and he says he can't wait to try it. He almost feels like he could just open it and stick a fork in it. No, really, go ahead! lol They do, they LOVE it. (OR they are just playing it really cool and it's being fed to Toby the wondermutt as we speak! lol Nah, they wouldn't risk THAT much gaseous emission I should think! I wonder what the compost value is in sauerkraut?! lol) Nah, I josh. I know they liked it. In fact, my very healthy sis went out of the way to tell me how much organic folks will pay for entirely homemade, no additive added, raw sauerkraut. (Seriously, up to $10 a quart jar????? I made have to rethink this doctor crap, lol)
So, now I've got kraut gone and that means it's time to make the donuts...er...you know what I mean.
So, MBH and I get to work.
Or rather, I get to work. His job comes later...sort of.
Remember this was a tale of caution...woe...um, yeah.
THIS is a mandoline...
Or, rather, this is a mandoline AFTER it's been used and is filthy with cabbage. You see that blade though? And that plastic safety tube? The one with the plastic safety feeder thingy in it? You're supposed to put the food into the tube and force it down toward the blade thereby keeping your fingers away from the blade. Hmmm, keeping one's fingers away from the blade? lol Now, why would THAT be important? Oh, could it be...
Oh, God, the wailing, the gnashing of teeth. Who am I kidding, oh fuck the blood! lol I don't think that shot gives a really good accounting for the depth of the wound, the big ole CHUNK of flesh that is now only barely attached to my finger. I'm pretty sure it belongs there. I put it back. I came into the world with it and dammit I'm going out with it too! lol
Do I scream? No.
Do I yell? No.
I do however grab my hand and get it away from the food - FAST and go running upstairs where the bandaids are. Holding it tight and thinking the whole time, boy, THIS is gonna hurt when it occurs to my brain that I've cut almost the entire top corner of my thumb off, lol. Honey realizes movement is occurring and comes running. You ok? You good? What'd you do? Do you need a doctor?
THEN he sees it...Oh shit! You're gonna need stitches. You're dying. You're gonna bleed to death. Blood everywhere. It's spattering. You're gonna die here.
Ok, I might be overstating his response...but just a bit, lol!
I get it to stop bleeding, (sort of) and the krauting continues. But you know what...he won't let me near the mandoline now! lololololol Do you know what my honey insisted on?????
That's right boys and girls...check out THIS action shot! lol
And you know what else???????????????? It took him all of about 5 minutes to utter those famous words...Jesus this pushy down thingy is a pain in the ass! The food keeps getting stuck.
To which I smiled and just showed him my (barely) bleeding thumb. I've played with this one before. I KNOW it's a pain in the ass.
That left me with the only other job available if you're not the one cutting onions and cabbage...
LOL! Look at that boys and girls...real (almost) action lines showing I'm working like mad! lol
He still thinks making sauerkraut is silly...but he also admits it is DAMN worth the finished product! lolol
We also decided something else, very important...if Santa Kraut is going to be keeping the rest of the family in kraut in perpetuity...they're gonna need to get the hell over here and contribute to the labor!!!!!!!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Wanderings of a Semi-Lucid Mind
POGO!!!!!!!!!
Oh, how I want to hate you for this! See...now they're having their 10 year anniversary so that means all their bonus download games are on sale for $10. (And...btw, by the time you read this, that'll be done. One shot day only. Don't worry, they'll have another one soon, probably something for the Labor Day weekend anyway.) So, I tripped across a new game...World Mosaic 2 . (For the sake of clarity, I'm going to make that go to a site where I'm sure you'll see it. At this hour, I don't know if you'll see it on the Club Pogo download area if you're not a Club pogo member. It's late, I'm fried, so fuck off! lol)
TIME SUCK!!!!!!!
Fuck.
Look at the posting time here folks, I've been sucked in like a cheap hooker being promised crack and a bath. I've been at this damn thing for 2 hours now. I could go 2 more. I'm not proud...or tired...(thank you Arlo Guthrie...you know you wanna...enjoy!).
You should all go to whatever site you like and get this game. Or at least play the free download they probably all offer. If YOU can keep from buying you, screw you for your self-control. If you can't, welcome to my world.
Think I can be sweet, pleasant, and therapeutic on 5 hours sleep?
Nah, me neither.
Oh, how I want to hate you for this! See...now they're having their 10 year anniversary so that means all their bonus download games are on sale for $10. (And...btw, by the time you read this, that'll be done. One shot day only. Don't worry, they'll have another one soon, probably something for the Labor Day weekend anyway.) So, I tripped across a new game...World Mosaic 2 . (For the sake of clarity, I'm going to make that go to a site where I'm sure you'll see it. At this hour, I don't know if you'll see it on the Club Pogo download area if you're not a Club pogo member. It's late, I'm fried, so fuck off! lol)
TIME SUCK!!!!!!!
Fuck.
Look at the posting time here folks, I've been sucked in like a cheap hooker being promised crack and a bath. I've been at this damn thing for 2 hours now. I could go 2 more. I'm not proud...or tired...(thank you Arlo Guthrie...you know you wanna...enjoy!).
You should all go to whatever site you like and get this game. Or at least play the free download they probably all offer. If YOU can keep from buying you, screw you for your self-control. If you can't, welcome to my world.
Think I can be sweet, pleasant, and therapeutic on 5 hours sleep?
Nah, me neither.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
This is what I get for pretending to have a degree!
Shut up UNIVERSE!
I really thought I had this one right...and quite honestly, I'm still not sure I didn't have it right, for the most part! lol Let's begin with the beginning,eh, and jump in the way back machine, circa...2 weeks ago. You remember then? I started this here madness of throwing thoughts into the ether?! You remember, I know you do. I do. I was SICK. Not just sick, I was SSSSSSSIIIIIIICCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK.
(and tired. And tired always followed sick. Worst beating of my life came when my mother said "I'm just sick" and I said "and tired." I don't remember anything after that. BEST Cosby bit EVER!)
I try to live my life squarely pretending that I am both a real doctor, and just a fake one. I try. I do.
Remember I was SIIICCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK...I felt like deep fried horse shit. BUT...no fever, no pain, no coughing up crap or blowing my nose all over the place, no nausea, no running from either end. Just crap. That, to me, is your garden variety cold. You don't go running to another doctor (if I'm going to BE one, I have to DECIDE like one, lol) for your garden variety virus. Shit'll get better in 14 days with treatment, 2 weeks without it.
Shit got better.
Cough didn't but the rest did.
Round about 2 days ago, it occurs to me, I feel like there are bubbles in my right ear. Again, no fever, no pain in or around the ear when I tug on it. Still...virus crap.
Cough is now waking me up every 3.5 hours when the OTC shit I'm taking like clockwork wears off. Cough is now so bad I've driven my beloved honey to the GUEST ROOM. (and NO, it was not JUST because he didn't want to catch the creeping crud, smartasses!) It's bad at night, mostly just at night.
That sounds like post nasal drip to me. No harm, no foul (sort of). I'm still not worried. I've STILL got no fever, no aches, no pain, no nausea, no emissions from any oriface. I'm still not terribly worried.
Today...I can barely speak my throat is so frogged out from the cough. The cough is HARD and hurts. My chest feels TIGHT!
I remember my cuz...and his mantra...all that wheezes is not asthma, all asthma does not wheeze.
I know this feeling. This feels like bronchitis with a mix of allergen induced asthma. Used to get this shit BOATLOADS when I smoked. (granted...I WAS at 2.5 packs a day but you know, when you're GOOD at something...BE GOOD AT IT DAMMIT!) Now I'm more than concerned enough to call the nurse prac. Somehow manage to get an appt the same day.
Today.
I go in and tell her.
She looks in one ear - LOTS of fluid in this one
She looks in the other ear - Well, that's an infection, no doubt
She touches my throat - you're swollen to hell you know
She looks in my throat - you've got green drip. You're a mess you know.
I did manage to sputter out...but...but...pain??? I've got no pain? I thought ear infection equaled pain??? Her reply? "You've got a high tolerance to pain"
Heinous fuckery most foul dammit!
SHUT UP UNIVERSE!
yea...my beloved honey refrained from the I told you so's. He even picked up the antibiotic and the codeine cough syrup (passed in excellence in my experience only by my friend...Hycodan...BEST SHIT EVER!) with nary a word.
I think I may have heard neener neener neener on his way out but what the hell do I know...my ears have drowned.
I really thought I had this one right...and quite honestly, I'm still not sure I didn't have it right, for the most part! lol Let's begin with the beginning,eh, and jump in the way back machine, circa...2 weeks ago. You remember then? I started this here madness of throwing thoughts into the ether?! You remember, I know you do. I do. I was SICK. Not just sick, I was SSSSSSSIIIIIIICCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK.
(and tired. And tired always followed sick. Worst beating of my life came when my mother said "I'm just sick" and I said "and tired." I don't remember anything after that. BEST Cosby bit EVER!)
I try to live my life squarely pretending that I am both a real doctor, and just a fake one. I try. I do.
Remember I was SIIICCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK...I felt like deep fried horse shit. BUT...no fever, no pain, no coughing up crap or blowing my nose all over the place, no nausea, no running from either end. Just crap. That, to me, is your garden variety cold. You don't go running to another doctor (if I'm going to BE one, I have to DECIDE like one, lol) for your garden variety virus. Shit'll get better in 14 days with treatment, 2 weeks without it.
Shit got better.
Cough didn't but the rest did.
Round about 2 days ago, it occurs to me, I feel like there are bubbles in my right ear. Again, no fever, no pain in or around the ear when I tug on it. Still...virus crap.
Cough is now waking me up every 3.5 hours when the OTC shit I'm taking like clockwork wears off. Cough is now so bad I've driven my beloved honey to the GUEST ROOM. (and NO, it was not JUST because he didn't want to catch the creeping crud, smartasses!) It's bad at night, mostly just at night.
That sounds like post nasal drip to me. No harm, no foul (sort of). I'm still not worried. I've STILL got no fever, no aches, no pain, no nausea, no emissions from any oriface. I'm still not terribly worried.
Today...I can barely speak my throat is so frogged out from the cough. The cough is HARD and hurts. My chest feels TIGHT!
I remember my cuz...and his mantra...all that wheezes is not asthma, all asthma does not wheeze.
I know this feeling. This feels like bronchitis with a mix of allergen induced asthma. Used to get this shit BOATLOADS when I smoked. (granted...I WAS at 2.5 packs a day but you know, when you're GOOD at something...BE GOOD AT IT DAMMIT!) Now I'm more than concerned enough to call the nurse prac. Somehow manage to get an appt the same day.
Today.
I go in and tell her.
She looks in one ear - LOTS of fluid in this one
She looks in the other ear - Well, that's an infection, no doubt
She touches my throat - you're swollen to hell you know
She looks in my throat - you've got green drip. You're a mess you know.
I did manage to sputter out...but...but...pain??? I've got no pain? I thought ear infection equaled pain??? Her reply? "You've got a high tolerance to pain"
Heinous fuckery most foul dammit!
SHUT UP UNIVERSE!
yea...my beloved honey refrained from the I told you so's. He even picked up the antibiotic and the codeine cough syrup (passed in excellence in my experience only by my friend...Hycodan...BEST SHIT EVER!) with nary a word.
I think I may have heard neener neener neener on his way out but what the hell do I know...my ears have drowned.
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