Introducing: The Spider Project

[Doktor Howl]

I am, it seems, bedridden...

NOW what the fuck happened to you?

Got sick.  My paranoid episodes and increasing insomnia (3 mg of lorazapam just to get to sleep, lol) finally got completely out of hand, and I fired my doc and got a new one.  Seems I have what appears to be some horrible brain infection, centered on my reticular formation thingie.  This has cause swelling that mimics a weirder form of epilepsy, and may have done actual permanent damage (though, it seems, nothing that will cause me profound problems).  Incidentally, this seems to be totally unrelated to the meningitis I had back in 2006.

One major disappointment, though, was looking at the playback of the scans they did.  My brain just looks like a lumpy cauliflower, whereas I had kind of envisioned it as a filthy birdcage, or perhaps a bucket full of toxic goo...and there wasn't a singe brain fluke to be seen.  Perhaps I simply need MORE of the wrong kind of fun.

I'll know for sure what shape I'm in (I hope) on Friday, but the antibiotics and/or the antivirals they pumped me full of seem to be having an effect...I feel pretty damn good, without having to gobble a handfull of horse tranquilizers.

[LMNO]

Oh, goddamn it.




If you die before this project is done, I'll never forgive you.

[Doktor Howl]

Oh, goddamn it.




If you die before this project is done, I'll never forgive you.

Judging from recent history, I cannot be killed.  I'm fucking invincible.  Unfortunately, this does not extend to "not feeling pain".

So don't worry.  I'm not going to pull a Robert Jordan on you.

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

I am wagging my finger at you vigorously in an effort to make you understand that I'm displeased with this situation and... and... stop being sick and dying and stuff!!

[Doktor Howl]

I am wagging my finger at you vigorously in an effort to make you understand that I'm displeased with this situation and... and... stop being sick and dying and stuff!!

So, I guess there'll be no "Tucson Sewer Regatta" for Roger this year. 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I am, it seems, bedridden...

NOW what the fuck happened to you?

Got sick.  My paranoid episodes and increasing insomnia (3 mg of lorazapam just to get to sleep, lol) finally got completely out of hand, and I fired my doc and got a new one.  Seems I have what appears to be some horrible brain infection, centered on my reticular formation thingie.  This has cause swelling that mimics a weirder form of epilepsy, and may have done actual permanent damage (though, it seems, nothing that will cause me profound problems).  Incidentally, this seems to be totally unrelated to the meningitis I had back in 2006.

One major disappointment, though, was looking at the playback of the scans they did.  My brain just looks like a lumpy cauliflower, whereas I had kind of envisioned it as a filthy birdcage, or perhaps a bucket full of toxic goo...and there wasn't a singe brain fluke to be seen.  Perhaps I simply need MORE of the wrong kind of fun.

I'll know for sure what shape I'm in (I hope) on Friday, but the antibiotics and/or the antivirals they pumped me full of seem to be having an effect...I feel pretty damn good, without having to gobble a handfull of horse tranquilizers.

Fucking hell. I'm glad that

A. Someone finally figured out what the hell was going on,

B. Caught it before it killed you, and

C. It's treatable.

Also, (not really something to laugh at, but if not at myself, who?) now I bet you're the only person on the board who knows exactly what I mean when I say that blinky-flashy images make me angry. Biologically.

[Doktor Howl]

I am, it seems, bedridden...

NOW what the fuck happened to you?

Got sick.  My paranoid episodes and increasing insomnia (3 mg of lorazapam just to get to sleep, lol) finally got completely out of hand, and I fired my doc and got a new one.  Seems I have what appears to be some horrible brain infection, centered on my reticular formation thingie.  This has cause swelling that mimics a weirder form of epilepsy, and may have done actual permanent damage (though, it seems, nothing that will cause me profound problems).  Incidentally, this seems to be totally unrelated to the meningitis I had back in 2006.

One major disappointment, though, was looking at the playback of the scans they did.  My brain just looks like a lumpy cauliflower, whereas I had kind of envisioned it as a filthy birdcage, or perhaps a bucket full of toxic goo...and there wasn't a singe brain fluke to be seen.  Perhaps I simply need MORE of the wrong kind of fun.

I'll know for sure what shape I'm in (I hope) on Friday, but the antibiotics and/or the antivirals they pumped me full of seem to be having an effect...I feel pretty damn good, without having to gobble a handfull of horse tranquilizers.

Fucking hell. I'm glad that

A. Someone finally figured out what the hell was going on,

B. Caught it before it killed you, and

C. It's treatable.

Also, (not really something to laugh at, but if not at myself, who?) now I bet you're the only person on the board who knows exactly what I mean when I say that blinky-flashy images make me angry. Biologically.

Yes, and sudden noises.

Also, thanks.

[hooplala]

I just now listened to the first one, LMNO, and holeeeeeee shit... I am deeply impressed.  Words actually don't convey it, you hit the exact right note.  I am blown away. 

[LMNO]

so yeh, this is my interpretation of miss freeky's spiders work:

http://www.filedropper.com/msfreekyspiders

enjoy, i suppose

Wow, that's really good.

I'm gonna put on my Executive Producer Hat™ and PM you.

[Payne]

I'm willing to plug in any gaps that are suited to my skills if you have need of it, LMNO. Just tell me what you need and I'll do it.

Skills:

I am informed by several women (and a few guys) that my speaking voice (but certainly not my singing voice) is SEX.

I have in the past written a couple pieces that you deemed suitable to turn into lyrics.

I have a dreadfully WRATHful MSPaint brush.

[LMNO]

Payne, if you could recite the following and send it to me, I'd be grateful:

I remember there was a time when things were different.  There was more laughter.  Honest, joyous laughter.  More tears, too: But the funny thing is, even the crying felt good.  The world I remember was brighter, lighter.  My days were full of new things, and running through sprinklers with no pants on.  I can't tell when things became muddled and murky; maybe it accreted like rust on a ship.  But I remember.

I remember when the glowing box was the sun reflected off the ocean, when this busted sofa was a desk.  There was a time before the feeding tube, when strong hands chopped and sliced, when the buzz at the table was conversation, not bombastic tirades of ignorance.  I remember waking up with the sunrise, full of life and energy, wondering what the day had in store... a time when I wasn't dragged from anxious sleep by an electronic whine, when my brain didn't need to be kickstarted by chemicals, caffeine and nicotine.  I remember that before my life became a semi-endurable routine, it was a blank page, an unopened book.

Or was I dreaming that?

If you would like pointers on the delivery, PM me.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I was going to do one, I forget which but if you remind me I will get on it.

[LMNO]

Nigel, I think you were going to do the one that starts "Hush, my darling," and ends with "WAKE UP.  YOU WILL BE LATE FOR WORK."




Also, Payne:  That was awesome.  PM incoming.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Thanks! I'll see if I can do it after the kids go to sleep tonight. A lot depends on whether my housemate is here nattering at me.

[LMNO]

No worries.  I've got a half-dozen pieces before that, anyway.