From nospamum@radix.net Mon Aug 10 17:47:07 1998
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Subject: Pot Lucky
From: nospamum@radix.net (MegaLiz)
Date: Tue, 11 Aug 1998 00:47:07 GMT
In no particular order:
* Brain flu reasserted itself. No brains were harmed.
* Spunky had a fever spike that resulted in an emergency sponge bath
throughout which she chanted, "I HATE THIS! I HATE THIS!" and promised
not to have a fever if I'd just leave her ALONE.
* Sparky fell asleep in the closet while playing hide-and-seek,
because nobody went looking for her after all.
* Spunky was going upstairs and tapped the cat on the forehead while
she said, "Bad cat!" When reminded that the cat is not all bad, she
said, "That's okay. I say, 'Good cat!' on the way back down."
* Sparky was pleased beyond all measure to hear that I like to hear
what she has to say even when she uses the wrong words. Golly.
* Bobo won't talk except to say "Bee-doo." Her ass is chapped and she
is surly. Who could blame her?
* Every time I dream, it's wacky and vivid and bursting with RILLY
DUMB dialog. The other night I dreamed I was pulled over and when the
cop roused me and asked, "Are you Dee Dubble-you-eye?" I said, "Of
course not! That's a stupid name!" Like that.
* I think I might like to hijack alt.anthrax.chat and then not post
there.
* Spunky begged for pizza and then, for obscure tidy reasons, vomited
it on a towel in the hallway. I made the mistake of suggesting she
finish in the bathroom so she just puked all the way there. I should
know better than to interfere with a well-controlled pukestorm.
* I'm wound SO TIGHTLY that every time the phone trills I jump as
though a rifle fired, and usually just go ahead and clutch my chest
and fall to the ground. The little women are getting very expert with
the resuscitation drill.
* I am bothered out of all proportion that my favorite vegetable stand
is selling wind chimes that cost $100. I must actually have neighbors
that can be expected to buy these things when they were really just
after some nice tomatoes. Huh.
* It's pleasant to imagine rearranging my kitchen just to further
confuse myself.
* It's good to be home and home is where the hard-on is.
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From wsmiii@ix.netHAMSTERKIDNEYScom.com Mon Aug 10 18:30:03 1998
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Subject: Re: Pot Lucky
From: wsmiii@ix.netHAMSTERKIDNEYScom.com (Little Bill)
Date: Mon, 10 Aug 1998 21:30:03 -0400
In article <35cf9485.174326896@news1.radix.net>, nospamum@radix.net wrote,
In no particular order:
>
>* Brain flu reasserted itself. No brains were harmed.
> snip<
Like that guy said, "MegaLiz seems to be ensconced like a shining many
faceted jewel far from being ratified or even ratlinked swivel drivel."
And this proves it.
--
When I imagine a tree, I am not exculpating a dissemblance;
I am disassembling a speculum. - Gilbert Ryle
From revjack@radix.net Mon Aug 10 18:49:45 1998
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Subject: Re: Pot Lucky
From: Sketchy Albedo <revjack@radix.net>
Date: 11 Aug 1998 01:49:45 GMT
MegaLiz explains it all:
:In no particular order:
:* Brain flu reasserted itself. No brains were harmed.
Sez you.
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revjack@radix.net
Eleven
From jimvan@gate.net Mon Aug 10 19:38:07 1998
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Subject: Re: Pot Lucky
From: jimvan@gate.net (Jim Vandewalker)
Date: Mon, 10 Aug 1998 21:38:07 -0500
In article <35cf9485.174326896@news1.radix.net>, nospamum@radix.net wrote:
{ In no particular order:
<snipperooney>
I am glad to know of these things. I will tell of things to me which
happened in another thread* yes? But you will go on and tell of more things
which happened to you and what you thought of these things and other things
not present in yet more threads yes? And then there will be many threads
which will tell of things which happened and what was thought of them, both
the things present and not present.
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*See "Plumbing the depths of Saturday afternoon"
--
Jim the Prophet
Licensed SubGenius Minister
From nospamum@radix.net Tue Aug 11 18:26:05 1998
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Subject: Re: Pot Lucky
From: nospamum@radix.net (MegaLiz)
Date: Wed, 12 Aug 1998 01:26:05 GMT
jimvan@gate.net (Jim Vandewalker) wrote:
: I am glad to know of these things. I will tell of things to me which
: happened in another thread* yes? But you will go on and tell of more things
: which happened to you and what you thought of these things and other things
: not present in yet more threads yes? And then there will be many threads
: which will tell of things which happened and what was thought of them, both
: the things present and not present.
Something CREEPIE about this bit, yes? I like that schmoozy talk from
plumbing peoples having hefted headless heads around to gasket
fountains that do not belong. Please to continue mighty tales of
household handiwork, then I will finish my Lulu story. But for
tonight, I'm a wrung wrag of a person.
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From jimvan@gate.net Tue Aug 11 19:26:15 1998
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Subject: Re: Pot Lucky
From: jimvan@gate.net (Jim Vandewalker)
Date: Tue, 11 Aug 1998 21:26:15 -0500
In article <35d0ee5f.262864513@news1.radix.net>, nospamum@radix.net wrote:
{ Something CREEPIE about this bit, yes? I like that schmoozy talk from
{ plumbing peoples having hefted headless heads around to gasket
{ fountains that do not belong. Please to continue mighty tales of
{ household handiwork, then I will finish my Lulu story. But for
{ tonight, I'm a wrung wrag of a person.
There is a Lulu story of which you speak of finishing but which the
begining has not yet come to my server, no? So you will tell of Lulu and
her story and I will attention closely hoping to see both the begining and
the ending yes.
--
Jim the Prophet
Licensed SubGenius Minister
From nospamum@radix.net Wed Aug 12 17:57:57 1998
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Subject: Re: Pot Lucky
From: nospamum@radix.net (MegaLiz)
Date: Thu, 13 Aug 1998 00:57:57 GMT
jimvan@gate.net (Jim Vandewalker) wrote:
: There is a Lulu story of which you speak of finishing but which the
: begining has not yet come to my server, no? So you will tell of Lulu and
: her story and I will attention closely hoping to see both the begining and
: the ending yes.
You're server did not get it, because my server did not send it, as
such. It is in the twilight of my outbox, where many things jeer in
finished halfness, like coats with one shoulder on the hanger. To look
in that closet is often to shudder and slam the door rather than to
choose which thing to straighten or burn first. Thus is it for Lulu's
story.
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From $toxiccow@mind$pring.com Wed Aug 12 23:31:09 1998
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Subject: Re: Pot Lucky
From: $toxiccow@mind$pring.com (Sister Pammy of the Soil)
Date: Thu, 13 Aug 1998 06:31:09 GMT
nospamum@radix.net (MegaLiz) wrote:
>
>In no particular order:
>
>* Brain flu reasserted itself. No brains were harmed.
>
>* Spunky had a fever spike that resulted in an emergency sponge bath
>throughout which she chanted, "I HATE THIS! I HATE THIS!" and promised
>not to have a fever if I'd just leave her ALONE.
I got to do this to Random once after he'd been out mowing grass all
afternoon on a 100 degree day. It was fun! He went to bed looking like
a normal person but woke me up at 3 a.m. with the sound of his teeth
chattering. Then I realized I was boiling hot because he'd been trying
to snuggle up to me for warmth. Then it gradually seeped into my
sleep-starved conscious that none of this made sense because it was in
fact mid-July.
I woke him up to tell him he was sick. He told me, "Just cold. Get me
a quilt."
"No, you're overheated. Your skin is very dry and screaming hot."
He checked and said, "No, you're wrong. I'm fffrrreeezzing. Leave me
alone."
"No, you're having heat stroke. The symptoms are obvious. Your body
can't even sweat and you're burning up. Look, I'll prove it to you."
So I ran upstairs for my Red Cross first aid training book and came
back and read him the symptoms. They didn't match.
"I don't care. I'm cooling you down anyway." I came back with a big
pitcher of ice water and a washcloth and started sponging him down.
The water practically sizzled when I put the wet washcloth on him. He
kept whimpering the whole time and begging me not to, just like a
little kid. Eventually he recovered enough to be able to tell that the
washcloth was getting really hot, really fast, but it took a half an
hour until he really stopped shivering and started talking in a
semi-coherent voice. Finally his skin started to look normal-colored
again, and he came to enough to figure out how to get me to quit.
"Would you get me a soda?"
Perfect I thought, as I headed toward the kitchen. Lots of ice,
replenish his fluids...
"And a piece of pizza???"