Real Life: Down with the sickness
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jack_babalonSo I came down with a case of the Dragon Virus (alternatively known in the medical community as "D*V","Con-Funk", "Klingon Cooties", "Dracula's Mono" and "The Kiss of the Pirate"). This meant that I spent most of the weekend in a state best described as 'death defrosted'(a horrible, horrible netherworld somewhere between 'death warmed over' and 'death medium rare'). At best the symptoms are similar to the common cold (if the common cold was somehow trained in ninjitsu and fed a steady diet of crack-rock). At worse it leads to full blown zombism and it is not uncommon for a loved one of to have to deliver a bullet straight to the frontal lobes of a D*V sufferer.
The contagion strategy of the Virus is both simple and devastating: It inflitrates through the immunity defences by a method of disguising itself from hostile anti-bodies of the targeted host. What happens is the Virion adopts an additional capsid (a protective coat of protein) that resembles a notable personage in pop culture. It is not unusual to find these virions sneaking past unsuspecting immunity system dressed as Harry Potter, A Night Elf, Kaylee from Firefly or perhaps even as a Starfleet Officer who wears a kilt. Normally there are Antibodies stationed along the sinus track entrances to check on visiting badges issued to visiting microrganisms ... but all for naught since the antibodies are often poorly paid volunteers and usually don't scrutinize the badges as carefully as they should.
None of which was of any help to me the last 72 hours.
However I did manage to score season two of Robot Chicken and spent a well medicated Friday night with Savannah laughing, coughing and wheezing. Saturday I decided to 'sweat the shit out of me' by bike riding around town snapping up the shots i've bombarded you with all day. Then more Robot Chicken, decogessants and drinking my body weight in all-natural juices that have names like "GREEN ENERGY MACHINE" and a price rivaling Kind Bud by the gram should get you some kind of high at the very least (disclaimer: they don't). Sunday I started to breathe again. I had Doppio's at CSC for breakfast. Played around on my mixer for a bit (who knew Blues Explosion and Tom Waits would go so well together?). Had a good bike ride across town. Then Jacques Cuse showed up and the two of us snuck into the Ansley Park Pool, bypassing the local Gaystapo Patrol who usually ensure that only the locals go for a dip during late summer afternoons. Afterwards I rented the Doctor Strange animated movie (surprisingly good especially after the lackluster IronMan a few months earlier), listened to a bit of Personality Crisis on WREK and crashed hard into oblivion.
By Monday the party in my body was mostly over. The last few stragglers of the D*V lurk around the bloodstream hung over, burnt out, staggering around the sinus track and looking for last minute bargins in the lungs. Some are already planning on next years Capsids!
So tonight i'll flush the last of the D*V out with the three W's: Weight lifting, writing and ... um Bicycle-Widing.
"Oh Beaker... you've come down with the Con*Funk again!"
The contagion strategy of the Virus is both simple and devastating: It inflitrates through the immunity defences by a method of disguising itself from hostile anti-bodies of the targeted host. What happens is the Virion adopts an additional capsid (a protective coat of protein) that resembles a notable personage in pop culture. It is not unusual to find these virions sneaking past unsuspecting immunity system dressed as Harry Potter, A Night Elf, Kaylee from Firefly or perhaps even as a Starfleet Officer who wears a kilt. Normally there are Antibodies stationed along the sinus track entrances to check on visiting badges issued to visiting microrganisms ... but all for naught since the antibodies are often poorly paid volunteers and usually don't scrutinize the badges as carefully as they should.
None of which was of any help to me the last 72 hours.
However I did manage to score season two of Robot Chicken and spent a well medicated Friday night with Savannah laughing, coughing and wheezing. Saturday I decided to 'sweat the shit out of me' by bike riding around town snapping up the shots i've bombarded you with all day. Then more Robot Chicken, decogessants and drinking my body weight in all-natural juices that have names like "GREEN ENERGY MACHINE" and a price rivaling Kind Bud by the gram should get you some kind of high at the very least (disclaimer: they don't). Sunday I started to breathe again. I had Doppio's at CSC for breakfast. Played around on my mixer for a bit (who knew Blues Explosion and Tom Waits would go so well together?). Had a good bike ride across town. Then Jacques Cuse showed up and the two of us snuck into the Ansley Park Pool, bypassing the local Gaystapo Patrol who usually ensure that only the locals go for a dip during late summer afternoons. Afterwards I rented the Doctor Strange animated movie (surprisingly good especially after the lackluster IronMan a few months earlier), listened to a bit of Personality Crisis on WREK and crashed hard into oblivion.
By Monday the party in my body was mostly over. The last few stragglers of the D*V lurk around the bloodstream hung over, burnt out, staggering around the sinus track and looking for last minute bargins in the lungs. Some are already planning on next years Capsids!
So tonight i'll flush the last of the D*V out with the three W's: Weight lifting, writing and ... um Bicycle-Widing.
"Oh Beaker... you've come down with the Con*Funk again!"
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on 2007-09-10 08:26 pm (UTC)(I credit my continual avoidance of the con-crud to consumption of solid, healthy amounts of high-proof alcohol during the event. Enough rum, in the immortal words of my beautiful girlfriend, will kill anything short of kuru.)
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on 2007-09-11 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-09-10 08:34 pm (UTC)Enjoy your wide!
xxx
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on 2007-09-11 02:19 pm (UTC)I did, thanks:)
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on 2007-09-10 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-09-11 02:23 pm (UTC)I have to say this though, with your BP icon it's kinda like having King T'challa e-mail me medical advice... just one of the things I love about LJ.
Thanks for the advice good sir:)
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on 2007-09-11 03:28 am (UTC)Start with half to 3/4 cup of strong tea.
Add at least a shot (if not a jigger) of whiskey.
Add a generous teaspoon (or more) of honey.
Add a generous squeeze of lemon juice (fresh is better, but pre-squeezed still works).
It's been curing the Klaus ailments for generations!
And even though there is caffeine in the tea, it has yet to prevent me from sleeping!
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on 2007-09-11 02:25 pm (UTC)Your way sounds waaaayyyyy more fun though!
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on 2007-09-11 03:53 am (UTC)At least I was able to view everyone's fun pics.
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on 2007-09-11 02:28 pm (UTC)Okay sorry had to get that out of the way.
Shit that sucks, hope you feel better. There's some excellent remedies posted from my f-list above that sound therapeutic (if not outright intoxicating:). Hope you and yours can make it to the Con next year.
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on 2007-09-12 06:16 pm (UTC)Ok, I'm going to go crawl back under a blanket now.
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on 2007-09-12 06:59 pm (UTC)And yes, yes, yes thank you so much :)