It's kind of like breaking the surface, you know? For what seems like eternity, you're lost in a dark horrible place, where every innocous comment is a sly dig, and every laugh you hear is directed at you. You're completely isolated, because you're absolutely convinced that all your friends are enemies, and that people are taking time out of their day to make you miserable.
Then one day, some guy with a lot of letters after his name actually looks at the problem, instead of just throwing pills at you, and finds something horribly, horribly wrong...but not unfixable. So he actually treats the problem, and before you know it, the blinding headaches are gone and you can actually see daylight again. You're not all the better yet, of course, but you're you again. And maybe that guy tells you that you'll never be 100% again, but that's not so bad, right? I mean, you've seen 20%, so 90% doesn't look that bad, does it? Hell no.
Then you look around you, and most of your friends are still there (They've been there all along, even if for a while you thought they were actively trying to hurt you, because your thought processes were completely off track.), even though your behavior didn't warrant their sticking around. And maybe you start realizing that you only have two things in this world worth mentioning: Your health and your friends.
So I thought I'd maybe, you know, thank those of you who put up with my weird-ass shit last month. Almost without exception, you all tolerated my bizarre outbursts and paranoid bullshit, and I can pretty much guarantee that I'll stick by you when times get tough, just as you did for me.
Not that this should be construed as a retraction of my stated goal of destroying the planet, of course.
Okay for now,
Dok
glad you're feeling better, Dok. You're a contemptuous human being whose existence threatens all of us, but I'm glad you're still ticking. :)
Quote from: Cramulus on March 03, 2010, 04:59:45 PM
glad you're feeling better, Dok. You're a contemptuous human being whose existence threatens all of us, but I'm glad you're still ticking. :)
Thanks.
I just wanted to express appreciation for the forebearance demonstrated towards me. Now I can get back to senseless mayhem.
I stand by what I said; you felt things getting too far out of whack, got it checked out, and got a problem fixed. You are an example of maniacal insanity done RIGHT.
Dok's back in his lab. All's right with the world.
Quote from: Richter on March 03, 2010, 05:17:43 PM
I stand by what I said; you felt things getting too far out of whack, got it checked out, and got a problem fixed. You are an example of maniacal insanity done RIGHT.
Dok's back in his lab. All's right with the world.
Actually, I never would have done anything about it. Maria forced me to go to the doc.
There is nothing - NOTHING - that compares to her.
Then she's a damn good person in addition to one of the scarriest role models I've heard of.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 03, 2010, 04:53:36 PM
It's kind of like breaking the surface, you know? For what seems like eternity, you're lost in a dark horrible place, where every innocous comment is a sly dig, and every laugh you hear is directed at you. You're completely isolated, because you're absolutely convinced that all your friends are enemies, and that people are taking time out of their day to make you miserable.
Then one day, some guy with a lot of letters after his name actually looks at the problem, instead of just throwing pills at you, and finds something horribly, horribly wrong...but not unfixable. So he actually treats the problem, and before you know it, the blinding headaches are gone and you can actually see daylight again. You're not all the better yet, of course, but you're you again. And maybe that guy tells you that you'll never be 100% again, but that's not so bad, right? I mean, you've seen 20%, so 90% doesn't look that bad, does it? Hell no.
Then you look around you, and most of your friends are still there (They've been there all along, even if for a while you thought they were actively trying to hurt you, because your thought processes were completely off track.), even though your behavior didn't warrant their sticking around. And maybe you start realizing that you only have two things in this world worth mentioning: Your health and your friends.
So I thought I'd maybe, you know, thank those of you who put up with my weird-ass shit last month. Almost without exception, you all tolerated my bizarre outbursts and paranoid bullshit, and I can pretty much guarantee that I'll stick by you when times get tough, just as you did for me.
Not that this should be construed as a retraction of my stated goal of destroying the planet, of course.
Okay for now,
Dok
We love ya, Dok... even us smelly hippies. :lulz:
:lulz:
Dok,
Will even put up with the patchouli-stink.
Well see I don't think anything could really take you down cause you're like a staple of the PD diet and it would upset the order of the food chain and then Mongolia would flood and Matt Damon would become president.
Now you just couldn't let that happen. You exist for the people.
Quote from: Turdley Burgleson on March 03, 2010, 05:35:01 PM
Well see I don't think anything could really take you down cause you're like a staple of the PD diet and it would upset the order of the food chain and then Mongolia would flood and Matt Damon would become president.
Now you just couldn't let that happen. You exist for the people.
Well, Payne is now your spiritual advisor, but I take your point.
Because Matt Damon can NEVER be allowed to become president of Mongolia.
http://mattdamon.ytmnd.com/
Fuck you, Dok.
Grow a mustache, and then... we'll see.
LMNO
-'Stache pusher.
Don't even TRY to jump on the "pusher" label.
Guys pushing crack rock, meth, they jsut want BUSINESS, they want customers and more sales.
A hardcore 'Stacher, however, depraved and fuzzy, tries to rope in others ONLY for the pleasure of spreading the perversion.
Glad to hear (most if not) all is well. :)
Quote from: Richter on March 03, 2010, 06:34:09 PM
Don't even TRY to jump on the "pusher" label.
Guys pushing crack rock, meth, they jsut want BUSINESS, they want customers and more sales.
A hardcore 'Stacher, however, depraved and fuzzy, tries to rope in others ONLY for the pleasure of spreading the perversion.
Says the BEARDO.
WHAT'S THE MATTER, RICHTER? CAN'T HANDLE PURE 'STACHE? YOU GOTTA HIDE BEHIND THE FAKE FRONT OF THE BEARD. YEAH, YOU HEARD ME.
BEARDO.
I'VE SEEN YOU AROUND THE SCHOOLS.
Quote from: LMNO on March 03, 2010, 06:39:09 PM
Quote from: Richter on March 03, 2010, 06:34:09 PM
Don't even TRY to jump on the "pusher" label.
Guys pushing crack rock, meth, they jsut want BUSINESS, they want customers and more sales.
A hardcore 'Stacher, however, depraved and fuzzy, tries to rope in others ONLY for the pleasure of spreading the perversion.
Says the BEARDO.
WHAT'S THE MATTER, RICHTER? CAN'T HANDLE PURE 'STACHE? YOU GOTTA HIDE BEHIND THE FAKE FRONT OF THE BEARD. YEAH, YOU HEARD ME.
BEARDO.
I'VE SEEN YOU AROUND THE SCHOOLS.
I hope they round all of you perverts up. The whole world's going to hell, and you degenerates think your day has come, don't you? Well, maybe it has...Or maybe good patriots are waiting for the right moment to DRAG DEVIANTS LIKE BOTH OF YOU OUT INTO THE STREET AND GIVE YOU A GOOD, OLD-FASHIONED TAR AND FEATHERING. And then have you ridden out on a rail. It's bad enough that we have to put up with scene kids, but AT LEAST THEY KNOW WHAT A FUCKING RAZOR IS.
I, for one, don't want my kids getting the idea that they can just "let it all hang out" and stop shaving. This isn't communist France, after all, and I don't plan to let it get that way.
Few things are as great as a doctor who takes the time and effort to find out what's really causing the problem. Glad to see you finally found one, Howl.
And you Bearded and 'Stached wimps ain't got nothing on CHOPS. Sideburns will fucking anybody.
Quote from: Cainad on March 03, 2010, 06:44:26 PM
Few things are as great as a doctor who takes the time and effort to find out what's really causing the problem. Glad to see you finally found one, Howl.
And you Bearded and 'Stached wimps ain't got nothing on CHOPS. Sideburns will fucking anybody.
YOUR DAY IS COMING TOO, FREAK.
POSEUR, PLEASE. YOUR CHOPS DON'T MAKE ANYONE HAPPY.
THE WORLD IS A BRIGHTER PLACE BECAUSE OF 'STACHE.
SO YOU GOTTA GET MORE 'STACHE.
YOU GOTTA.
GET.
MORE OF IT.
'STACHE.
MOR'STACHE.
HAPPY?! YOU DEGENERATE 'STACHE JUNKIES DON'T KNOW HAPPINESS FROM A DISEASED WEEVIL IN YOUR MEDULLA
To date, my sideburns have conquered three independent nation-states, toppled the Roman Empire, invented Communism, destroyed Communism, defeated five separate alien invasions and saved Earth from total destruction, invented a cure for the common cold, and written four bestselling novels.
WHAT DOES YOUR 'STACHE GET DONE, EH? IT JUST SQUATS THERE ON YOUR FACE AND SPREADS, LIKE THE DISEASE IT IS
Quote from: Cainad on March 03, 2010, 06:52:04 PM
HAPPY?! YOU DEGENERATE 'STACHE JUNKIES DON'T KNOW HAPPINESS FROM A DISEASED WEEVIL IN YOUR MEDULLA
Actually, I do. :lulz:
Quote from: Cainad on March 03, 2010, 06:52:04 PM
To date, my sideburns have conquered three independent nation-states, toppled the Roman Empire, invented Communism, destroyed Communism, defeated five separate alien invasions and saved Earth from total destruction, invented a cure for the common cold, and written four bestselling novels.
...one of which was
Battlefield Earth. You bastard.
Quote from: Cainad on March 03, 2010, 06:52:04 PM
WHAT DOES YOUR 'STACHE GET DONE, EH? IT JUST SQUATS THERE ON YOUR FACE AND SPREADS, LIKE THE DISEASE IT IS
Oh, it does so much more than that. I'd tell you, but that would violate both the Communications Decency Act AND the Comstock Act.
I'm glad you're getting better! Very glad.
Also, now I can stop worrying that you're going to die. And you can go back to the regular kind of batshit insane.
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on March 03, 2010, 07:28:50 PM
I'm glad you're getting better! Very glad.
Also, now I can stop worrying that you're going to die. And you can go back to the regular kind of batshit insane.
Thanks, Nigel. For everything.
Quote from: Cainad on March 03, 2010, 06:52:04 PM
HAPPY?! YOU DEGENERATE 'STACHE JUNKIES DON'T KNOW HAPPINESS FROM A DISEASED WEEVIL IN YOUR MEDULLA
To date, my sideburns have conquered three independent nation-states, toppled the Roman Empire, invented Communism, destroyed Communism, defeated five separate alien invasions and saved Earth from total destruction, invented a cure for the common cold, and written four bestselling novels.
WHAT DOES YOUR 'STACHE GET DONE, EH? IT JUST SQUATS THERE ON YOUR FACE AND SPREADS, LIKE THE DISEASE IT IS
WHY ARE YOU HOLDING OUT ON ME YOU TURD!
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 03, 2010, 07:29:17 PM
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on March 03, 2010, 07:28:50 PM
I'm glad you're getting better! Very glad.
Also, now I can stop worrying that you're going to die. And you can go back to the regular kind of batshit insane.
Thanks, Nigel. For everything.
You're welcome. You were there for me when I was losing my shit last spring. Thank you.
Glad to see that things are good, Doc.
CHOPS WERE MENT TO HAVE A DAY AND NIGHT TIME CURFEW
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 03, 2010, 04:53:36 PM
So I thought I'd maybe, you know, thank those of you who put up with my weird-ass shit last month. Almost without exception, you all tolerated my bizarre outbursts and paranoid bullshit, and I can pretty much guarantee that I'll stick by you when times get tough, just as you did for me.
Yes.
You see, the thing is, you're awesome. So that's why.
... and that's "awesome" you ought to take in a positively good way, not in some semi-paranoid "what, you just like me because I'm awesome?" way, as I'm sure you understand :-)
Roger is good people. I tend not to begrudge good people rough patches.
Quote from: Cramulus on March 03, 2010, 04:59:45 PM
glad you're feeling better, Dok. You're a contemptuous human being whose existence threatens all of us, but I'm glad you're still ticking. :)
THIS.