Oswald, I let my kids play on the computer and playstation on Friday nights and Saturday mornings only. Hence, they are both glued there and it's me that keeps opening and closing doors!
Evening everyone. What's wrong with you BB. You were sick early this week too. Lucyna, I was wondering whether you can get one of those moving fires for online. It's the kind of thing you might find on Theo's blog, eh BB? Anyway, I hope we are not freezing to death. It's cold in Silverdale too.
I woke up in a pool of blood and spew on sunday morning at the wrong end of the house. Have absolutely no memory of what happened, have concussion and a dodgy heartbeat. The specialist I saw on Monday likened my heartbeat to a skinny white boy trying to dance. On pills till they can fix it. Which by the way entails having the hospital KILL ME and then restart my pump by SENDING A GAJILLION VOLTS through me. Other than that I am chipper. And no, I was not pissed.
Oh Dear BB. That sounds very strange, so please take it easy. Now, Lucyna, I don't have a fire. Just one of those fin bar heaters which is on. Tonight is clear and cold but i see rain is forecast tomorrow. I might see if I can find a moving fire for you.
Just a bar heater, FFM? I used to have one of those. Got rid of it when my oldest as a two or three year old waved a tassley cushion near it, causing the cushion to burst into flames, my husband to leap off the couch and run with the flaming cushion to the kitchen sink! Bit too much excitement, if you ask me.
I bet the England rugby team are felling pretty shagged out at the moment. Forgive me for lowering the tone. But yes, the UK tabloids loved it. And what sort of 'model' is Angel Barbie?
Geez BB, that sounds serious. If the hospital are going to zap you with a gazillion volts, just ask if you can see the procedure done on one of them first, to get an idea of the success rate.
I have asked the cook if she will hold my hand while they do it! Apparently I have a condition called atrial fibrillation. Not enough blood got to my head which caused me to fall and smash my head repeatedly. Hence the concussion, black eye broken nose and general transformation into someone who has a face like a tramps trousers. The ticker is not bothering me overly but the concussion is bizarre. I have no energy, an intermittent mofo of a headache and barnsley Junior is too scared to look at me! But I am going fishing tomorrow and am allowed a beer or three tomorrow night.
Thats me rooted then. I saw a story online which said the bad guys get all the sex I'm obviously too good for my own good. And the English rugby team must be very bad boys!
Well, I have kind of ruined it for you by telling you now.
The best analogy I can think of as to why it's mortal, is if you think of human beings as finely tuned violins that are capable of the most incredible music - it uses the violin in such a way that it can't play anymore, because the violin was not designed to be used in that way and still remain finely tuned. We can be fixed by asking to be so (via confession), but until we do so, only horrible screeching comes out. And there are levels of screeching, such as the troll we're dealing with now who is off the scale in comparison.
But to play a violin well, hours of practice are required surely. As for the troll, I took one for the team this week. I have deleted quite literally 100's of comments from that one this week. It reached a crescendo yesterday as she got more and more drunk until finally falling asleep.
Evening ... actually BB if you punch the crap out of your own chest it may just circumvent the need for those intrusive electrodes. Sooo ... not too many precipitants, whisky, stress, young sheila and/or particulate matter ... don't live in an orcharding area do you? When the body startws misbehaving life aint that hot ... or predictable.
Sewer gas, Os. I thought from your posts that you had been knee deep in the crap so much that you would have known something about it ... prevalent amongst navy men too - binge drinking. But BB, H2S will cause racing pulse (>er 150 at rest) often followed by atrial fibrillation ... common in organic orcharding areas, Rotorua and such like ... 'knock-down' response too.
Sometimes Os the difference is barely discriminable .. the river nearby is E-coli rich ... not at all potable. Mind you the trout seem to thrive on it and taste quite nice, quite palatable.
I let the excitement of my very first troll get the better of me and fed it... I have learnt my lesson belatedly, despite the sage advice from Oswald and Murray i responded to the troll which made it worse. Luckily it fell into a drunken stupor yesterday and has quietened down.
I'm amazed at the variety of blogs the troll has been going for. Even the feminists have had to put on comment moderation. I only had to delete one comment this morning.
Anyway, going back to my violin analogy - yes, it does take years of practice, but it's worth it. The thing is, to start practising you need your strings repaired!
I'm just putting this joke here at the bottom of a comment thread where no-one will see it... -----------
Tony goes into his favourite restaurant and orders his favourite dish: a bowl of tomato soup.
The soup arrives and Tony looks at it for a moment before signalling the waiter to come back.
"Taste the soup," says Tony.
"Why?" asks the waiter.
"Just taste the soup!" says Tony.
"Sir, you've been coming in here almost every day for many years," says the waiter. "You've always enjoyed our soup."
Tony says, " I know. Taste the soup!"
The waiter protests, "But what's wrong? Is it too hot? Not hot enough?
Tony says, "Taste the soup!"
"But I don't understand, sir," splutters the waiter. "Did we leave out the salt? Perhaps you don't have enough bread? Is it the bread? Do you want more bread? "
Tony glares at the waiter, "Just - taste - the bloody - soup!" he shouts.
The waiter gives in, "All right, sir, all right, I'll taste the soup!" He looks around, "Where's the spoon?"
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Evening all.. Posting from my nice cozy sick bed this evening.
ReplyDeleteBacon sarnie for tea and laptop on a tray.
Hi BB! Sick, huh? Sounds like you've got someone looking after you.
ReplyDeleteUsually yes, but illness has weakened my grip on the gold card. So they have all buggered off to metropolis for the weekend
ReplyDeleteMy fire is putting out about as much heat as the one on the screen!
ReplyDeleteAlmost time to banish the kids to their bedrooms, thus eliminating to endless door-openings
Oh well, that's the price of quiet, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteOswald, I let my kids play on the computer and playstation on Friday nights and Saturday mornings only. Hence, they are both glued there and it's me that keeps opening and closing doors!
ReplyDeleteEvening everyone.
ReplyDeleteWhat's wrong with you BB.
You were sick early this week too.
Lucyna, I was wondering whether you can get one of those moving fires for online.
It's the kind of thing you might find on Theo's blog, eh BB?
Anyway, I hope we are not freezing to death.
It's cold in Silverdale too.
I use the heat from my standard 100 watt tungsten lightbulb to stay warm.
ReplyDeleteThey can prise the bulb from my nicely warmed fingers if they try to ban it.
I woke up in a pool of blood and spew on sunday morning at the wrong end of the house. Have absolutely no memory of what happened, have concussion and a dodgy heartbeat.
ReplyDeleteThe specialist I saw on Monday likened my heartbeat to a skinny white boy trying to dance. On pills till they can fix it. Which by the way entails having the hospital KILL ME and then restart my pump by SENDING A GAJILLION VOLTS through me.
Other than that I am chipper.
And no, I was not pissed.
FFM, hi!
ReplyDeleteMy fireplace picture is actually from a free screen saver. I have no idea if it moves, but maybe for real money there are versions out there that do.
I don't need one, I have a gas fire right next to my computer. :P
Oh my goodness, Barnsley! And you've been left alone?! I'll have to add you to my prayer list for the next wee while.
ReplyDeleteOh Dear BB. That sounds very strange, so please take it easy.
ReplyDeleteNow, Lucyna, I don't have a fire. Just one of those fin bar heaters which is on.
Tonight is clear and cold but i see rain is forecast tomorrow.
I might see if I can find a moving fire for you.
Thanks, and if it is not too much to ask can you put a word in for the england rugby team as well.
ReplyDeleteBB, I don't know about the rugby team. Are they in the "haven't got a prayer" category? If so, there may not be much I can do.
ReplyDeleteJust a bar heater, FFM? I used to have one of those. Got rid of it when my oldest as a two or three year old waved a tassley cushion near it, causing the cushion to burst into flames, my husband to leap off the couch and run with the flaming cushion to the kitchen sink! Bit too much excitement, if you ask me.
ReplyDeletegiggles
ReplyDeleteI bet the England rugby team are felling pretty shagged out at the moment.
ReplyDeleteForgive me for lowering the tone.
But yes, the UK tabloids loved it.
And what sort of 'model' is Angel Barbie?
POLEish model by all accounts. They did pick them up at showgirls!
ReplyDeleteHost alert.. No insult intended towards bloggers of Polish descent..
Geez BB, that sounds serious. If the hospital are going to zap you with a gazillion volts, just ask if you can see the procedure done on one of them first, to get an idea of the success rate.
ReplyDeleteI have asked the cook if she will hold my hand while they do it!
ReplyDeleteApparently I have a condition called atrial fibrillation. Not enough blood got to my head which caused me to fall and smash my head repeatedly. Hence the concussion, black eye broken nose and general transformation into someone who has a face like a tramps trousers.
The ticker is not bothering me overly but the concussion is bizarre. I have no energy, an intermittent mofo of a headache and barnsley Junior is too scared to look at me!
But I am going fishing tomorrow and am allowed a beer or three tomorrow night.
anyway enough doctor phil.. I would ask that some of you have a look at the new law I written on over at my place..
ReplyDeleteBB, I suppose this is where the mask comes in handy!
ReplyDeleteOk, will go and look at your blog now.
Ah.
ReplyDeleteBB, the Catholics have already beaten you to it. It's a mortal sin, no matter what the age (above the age of reason of course).
I knew that it was considered a sin. But a mortal sin?
ReplyDeleteThats me rooted then.
ReplyDeleteI saw a story online which said the bad guys get all the sex
I'm obviously too good for my own good.
And the English rugby team must be very bad boys!
Ah- pacemaker time!
ReplyDeleteBB, Yeah. Though, for something to be truly mortal, you have to know it is so - so there is a level of protection in ignorance.
ReplyDeletePhew, ignorance is not so much a middle name but more a way of life for me..
ReplyDeleteWell, I have kind of ruined it for you by telling you now.
ReplyDeleteThe best analogy I can think of as to why it's mortal, is if you think of human beings as finely tuned violins that are capable of the most incredible music - it uses the violin in such a way that it can't play anymore, because the violin was not designed to be used in that way and still remain finely tuned. We can be fixed by asking to be so (via confession), but until we do so, only horrible screeching comes out. And there are levels of screeching, such as the troll we're dealing with now who is off the scale in comparison.
But to play a violin well, hours of practice are required surely.
ReplyDeleteAs for the troll, I took one for the team this week. I have deleted quite literally 100's of comments from that one this week. It reached a crescendo yesterday as she got more and more drunk until finally falling asleep.
Evening ... actually BB if you punch the crap out of your own chest it may just circumvent the need for those intrusive electrodes.
ReplyDeleteSooo ... not too many precipitants, whisky, stress, young sheila and/or particulate matter ... don't live in an orcharding area do you?
When the body startws misbehaving life aint that hot ... or predictable.
Orcharding area? Why do you ask, as it happens I am in th middle of the citrus capital of NZ.. Eeeek!
ReplyDeleteAnd also why is whisky a problem?
Orcharding area- the sprays, I guess
ReplyDeleteAll of the heart repair chaps that i know have gone from beer to whiskey- happily into their eighties!
ReplyDeleteSewer gas, Os. I thought from your posts that you had been knee deep in the crap so much that you would have known something about it ... prevalent amongst navy men too - binge drinking.
ReplyDeleteBut BB, H2S will cause racing pulse (>er 150 at rest) often followed by atrial fibrillation ... common in organic orcharding areas, Rotorua and such like ... 'knock-down' response too.
No, I'm in drinking water, not waste water!
ReplyDeleteNot that I haven't been deep in the shit before!
Glad to know Whiskey could be a problem. I'll stick to Bourbon tonight then.
ReplyDeleteBB: I don't know about the health status of living in an Orchard, but your blog has been infested with fruit cakes. Is that the same thing?
Sometimes Os the difference is barely discriminable .. the river nearby is E-coli rich ... not at all potable. Mind you the trout seem to thrive on it and taste quite nice, quite palatable.
ReplyDeleteI let the excitement of my very first troll get the better of me and fed it... I have learnt my lesson belatedly, despite the sage advice from Oswald and Murray i responded to the troll which made it worse. Luckily it fell into a drunken stupor yesterday and has quietened down.
ReplyDeleteProbably just temporarily sated then.
ReplyDeleteI too will respond-Then shut the door!
ReplyDeleteThat really drives them nuts!
Several years of dealing with NZ's worst criminals and you know how to push their buttons!
I'm amazed at the variety of blogs the troll has been going for. Even the feminists have had to put on comment moderation. I only had to delete one comment this morning.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, going back to my violin analogy - yes, it does take years of practice, but it's worth it. The thing is, to start practising you need your strings repaired!
We keep records of the comments. If trolls persist, we can contact blogger and use the evidence against them to close off that identity.
ReplyDeleteWe don't accept anon commenters anymore, which helps.
Better log in then!
ReplyDeleteHave you seen the latest? Michael Moore is reincarnated in NZ.
http://nominister.blogspot.com/2008/06/hollow-men-movie.html
There are so many hollow men- once you kick the shit out of them!
ReplyDelete& so many headpieces filled with straw.
ReplyDeleteI think you should save it & give BB a good walloping in the chest.
I'm just putting this joke here at the bottom of a comment thread where no-one will see it...
ReplyDelete-----------
Tony goes into his favourite restaurant and orders his favourite dish: a bowl of tomato soup.
The soup arrives and Tony looks at it for a moment before signalling the waiter to come back.
"Taste the soup," says Tony.
"Why?" asks the waiter.
"Just taste the soup!" says Tony.
"Sir, you've been coming in here almost every day for many years," says the waiter. "You've always enjoyed our soup."
Tony says, " I know. Taste the soup!"
The waiter protests, "But what's wrong? Is it too hot? Not hot enough?
Tony says, "Taste the soup!"
"But I don't understand, sir," splutters the waiter. "Did we leave out the salt? Perhaps you don't have enough bread? Is it the bread? Do you want more bread? "
Tony glares at the waiter, "Just - taste - the bloody - soup!" he shouts.
The waiter gives in, "All right, sir, all right, I'll taste the soup!" He looks around, "Where's the spoon?"
"Aha!" says Tony.
Aha!
ReplyDeleteYou ever have those discussions with people and they don't quite get where you are coming from?
ReplyDeleteSo, don't talk about the spoon. Just get them to taste the soup.
Besides, it's fun saying
Aha!
Especially with the exclamation mark.
Aha! a usefull exclamation to pinpoint the moment that you have had one mouth full too many of whatever it is you are drinking tonight Zen.
ReplyDeleteAlas, this is me without the alcohol; well one wee bourbon and one beer hours earlier, but no scotch.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of bourbon, scotch and beer - Saw George T. live once, excellent concert. Fine Concert. Very fine.
Aha.
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