Off topic (hey, I ain't the foist an' won't be de last, pal):
You know, it really sucks when you slip and fall in rainwater up to your ankle and your phone quits working and you bang the back of your head and then can't eat the next day or the next and then you can't even drink water the next day without yakking up and then you throw up repeatedly for hours and start shaking all over and your phone is dead so you can't call a taxi so you barely can walk a block to the hotel and ask them to call an ambulance right after you yak up again in their lobby and then you stay overnight in the hospital where they stabilize you but it's hard to sleep and you haven't eaten or drank water in a day and a half but you finally stop shaking all over after they pump you full of meds (good ones) and then you go home and buy a new phone and finally get it working.
But it's really tough to find out that you missed an important personal phone call from Dave Sim who then called back twice wondering why you hadn't returned his calls and then you go on AMOC only to find out that you missed a seminal discussion and have only about a gazillion comments to read.
Lesson? Try not to get concussed, if you can help it.
It's not sad, it's just not funny. Lots of things are not funny. Go read something else; that's what I do. What *is* sad is anonymous comments on A Moment of Cerebus.
Thanks, evabody (and Fake). I am better now, but still have a low-grade headache that won't leave (which is why I'm up this late) and a slight tremor in both hands, and when I'm trying to sleep, I keep hearing Abba's "Take a Chance On Me".
Confession: I made one of those things up.
It's actually Buffett's "Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw".
Over, and over, and over, and over, and over.
It's not terrible, but it could get better. Like, say, "One Particular Harbour". But, the ongoing experience is weird.
You know; like a good night in Vegas after Prince Mick gives ya a good slug from his bottle of whiskey laced with codeine, and you yak up, and then say "Wow!".
"Thay ya go!"
And then you hump his leg.
To paraphrase, "Why do I always have to be my own muvver?"
Lesson, self-taught and learned: Don't wear flip-flops when there's going to be a monsoon.
Hey, here's a quote for AMOC: "women want to be raped by rich, muscular, handsome doctors" and "women are completely self-absorbed and, thus, see themselves in everything around them". You will be sure to get the whole thing, won't you?
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I'm sorry, but does anybody find these remotely funny, or even amusing? This is really, really sad.
Guilty as charged.
Off topic (hey, I ain't the foist an' won't be de last, pal):
You know, it really sucks when you slip and fall in rainwater up to your ankle and your phone quits working and you bang the back of your head and then can't eat the next day or the next and then you can't even drink water the next day without yakking up and then you throw up repeatedly for hours and start shaking all over and your phone is dead so you can't call a taxi so you barely can walk a block to the hotel and ask them to call an ambulance right after you yak up again in their lobby and then you stay overnight in the hospital where they stabilize you but it's hard to sleep and you haven't eaten or drank water in a day and a half but you finally stop shaking all over after they pump you full of meds (good ones) and then you go home and buy a new phone and finally get it working.
But it's really tough to find out that you missed an important personal phone call from Dave Sim who then called back twice wondering why you hadn't returned his calls and then you go on AMOC only to find out that you missed a seminal discussion and have only about a gazillion comments to read.
Lesson? Try not to get concussed, if you can help it.
Guh. Sorry to hear it, Jeff. That sounds grueling.
It's not sad, it's just not funny. Lots of things are not funny. Go read something else; that's what I do.
What *is* sad is anonymous comments on A Moment of Cerebus.
Tony: Shhh! If they go away, where will the CiH? team get free copy for the AMOC ads in the back of CiH?
Don't @#$& up a good thing man...
Manly
(It's a new rule: anonymous comments will be turned into AMOC ads.)
Jeff,
Glad you're all right, sounds horrible. Hope you keep feeling better.
A Fake Name
Thanks, evabody (and Fake). I am better now, but still have a low-grade headache that won't leave (which is why I'm up this late) and a slight tremor in both hands, and when I'm trying to sleep, I keep hearing Abba's "Take a Chance On Me".
Confession: I made one of those things up.
It's actually Buffett's "Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw".
Over, and over, and over, and over, and over.
It's not terrible, but it could get better. Like, say, "One Particular Harbour". But, the ongoing experience is weird.
You know; like a good night in Vegas after Prince Mick gives ya a good slug from his bottle of whiskey laced with codeine, and you yak up, and then say "Wow!".
"Thay ya go!"
And then you hump his leg.
To paraphrase, "Why do I always have to be my own muvver?"
Lesson, self-taught and learned: Don't wear flip-flops when there's going to be a monsoon.
Jeff,
Did they say you had a concussion? I hope the tremors go away soon.
cheers,
A Fake Name
Hey, here's a quote for AMOC: "women want to be raped by rich, muscular, handsome doctors" and "women are completely self-absorbed and, thus, see themselves in everything around them". You will be sure to get the whole thing, won't you?
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