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  1.  (3776.21)
    Festeri...oh wait.


    No this isn't going to work.
    • CommentAuthorOddcult
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    Yesterday I had my nutsack sliced open.

    Really - inguinal hernia repair. They stitched a load of mesh to my insides, then sewed me back up.

    Today I have the strongest painkillers known to man, and they STILL aren't taking the edge off.

    For many reasons, I'm sure you're glad you're not me. Now there's an extra special one.

    Although, I did have a quite cute nurse shave my balls. That was... interesting.
  2.  (3776.23)
    Yesterday I had my nutsack sliced open.

    Good morning to you too.

    Flyfucking and testicle exploratory. I knew there was a reason I loved Freakangels and Whitechapel so very much.
  3.  (3776.24)
    Glad my illness is of the upper respiratory kind and not anything like Paul's.
    My partner and I both got it, along with most of the people at our workplaces, so that's been my week. The highlight was getting to decorate the store's front windows with cobwebs as realistically as possible. I love Halloween.

    Get well soon Paul.
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    I love you all so very much...

    today will crawl out of its current pit of stupid with farts, i can tell, i will be difficult, there will be joy in the land followed by appetizers...

    best wishes to Paul for a speedy recovery, thanks to Warren for that delicious disease idea, kudos to Ariana for encouraging our word-spew in this thread...
  4.  (3776.26)
    So sorry to hear you're ill Paul. Take care of yourself and get better, okay?

    As for my week, it was pretty much a mental health week as far as Election Season was concerned. One charming if slight teen romance movie, one puzzling mash-up of old sci-fi films, and a check of the wallet to see if I could afford to watch a film about a woman with seven vaginas, and I should be ready for the final push.
    • CommentAuthorfilidhe
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    I'm ill, upper respiratory infection (I've had a lower respiratory infection, also known as Pneumonia and I almost died. Now every time I get sick I am afraid of a relapse.) Not dying yet. and no cock, so no... ya know.

    I actually started writing in the wee hours of the morning. first new thing in... well how old do coons get, anyway? So for all the head-throbbing, gross green goo snuffling, scary wracking unending cough, weirdly enlightening feverishness, I'm better than I was yesterday. Won't be going to the community centre for a hot tub soak this evening, which embodies much sad for me.
    • CommentAuthorJo
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    I've had my plague for the year, and went through it in my usual speedy, painful, and feverish fashion. Got sick Friday morning, was all done by the time I woke up on Monday. Pathetic and unappealing way to spend a weekend--thrashing sweatily around in the covers in the grip of fever dreams, blowing dead jellyfish parts out of my nose--but at least I didn't miss any work. Also, it's the first time I've been properly sick since I had pneumonia two years ago, and it was nice to have confirmation that the immune system is purring along nicely.

    Paul, I hope you send the microbes packing without too much more trouble.
  5.  (3776.29)
    Get well soon, Paul.
      CommentAuthormister hex
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    I'm fear I'm now going to use festering, mange and cockrot in everything I say for the next week. Which will mean interesting looks from the lady at the unemployment office and my parish priest. Or maybe just the lady.

    Seriously, I'd love my obituary to look like that.
  6.  (3776.31)
    I'm currently a hacking, weezing wreck.
    On Wednesday I helped my former uni's climbing society run it's freshers event.
    Fifty people turned up wanting to learn how to climb.
    The new climbing wall the club is using is teeny tiny and very warm.
    So I spent Wednesday evening handing out climbing harnesses, demonstrating how to put one one and hauling ropes etc for the sake of fifty people carrying plague from all corners of the UK. It was good fun and I don't resent the work because I hope most of them keep on climbing.
    But I'd have liked to have been well enough to go climbing this weekend for myself. Which I'm not now.

    It's the season for plauge right now then.
    • CommentAuthorDC
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008 edited
    My chain of thoughts when I saw:
    -the title: OMG Freakangels is over?!?! Wait, that' not it...
    -the first line: PAUL IS DEAD?!?!?!
    -the next line: Oh, it's the same old crazy Ellis doing his same old crazy stuff xD
    Mr. Ellis please, don't try to freak me out like that again... Paul, get well.

    My week: boring colleagues, boring teachers, tons of boring college work to do and a free Cthulhu Tales #1 that boom is going to send me:D The balance is tipped:)

    EDIT: Oddcult, dude, those are details I wished I didn't knew...
  7.  (3776.33)
    inguinal hernia repair

    @Oddcult ohgodohnoohgodohbabyjesushellohgod no. I had never heard of one of them and now my hypochondria has given me one and I blame all of you.

    Yes, I have caught an inquinal hernia from Freakangels, you are all bastards.
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008 edited
    My chain of thoughts was similar to DC's:
    - Freakangels is over?
    - Paul is dead?
    - Oh, he's just almost dead. WAIT-- that still sucks!
    - "Galloping zooological cockrot"... Yikes. PS: HAHAHAHA!
    - Really?? Ballsack slicing? Really?
    - "Really." Oh... Okay then. Really ballsack slicing.
    - I hope Paul feels better in the future, and Warren continues to be hilarious.
    - I hope OddCult feels better in the future and also continues to be hilarious.
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    @trini_naenae - If it ever REALLY rained here, people would be freaking out about a second Biblical flood. Last time I remember raining properly here was in December, when I was, of course, in Seattle, where it barely drizzled for a week.
    • CommentAuthorales kot
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008 edited
    They cut left side of my nutsack once. They got something out of it, and the stitches were felt three weeks after. No touchy touchy, no premature ejaculation at night - just little bugs opening and closing my nutsack, immersed in such pleasure completely, making weird sounds of pleasure everytime they achieved to hurt me, soundings like pair of tiny Unicorns with extremely high voices fucking on crack endlessly, the stitches being their love nest. It is no laughing matter.Unless, of course, it happens to someone else.
  8.  (3776.37)
    Hell's Bells, Paul. Get well man!

    Started my unemployment. Er, I mean vacation. 530 miles from Santa Fe to Phoenix. Looked something like this...

    I'm now based in Phx for the next 4 to 6 months, then here I come Portland...
    • CommentAuthorDC
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008 edited
    These nut talks make me remember the 2nd episode of the 2nd season of Californication. If just by watching it, I was getting weird feelings in my low areas, I can't imagine that kind of messing around...
    EDIT: Not THAT kind of weird feelings you pervs!
  9.  (3776.39)
    I'm actually not sick yet and it's past September! This is a record.

    Of course it sucks that Paul is sick. Feel better, man.

    (This week? Oh, this week I realized that it's sort of hard to try to sell a book that you wrote as soft-scifi russian mafia of the future fiction as YOUNG ADULT. HAHAHA. I thought of this because, well, the main character is sort of nineteen to twenty, and he DOES do a lot of growing up.... So far the responses have been somewhat alarmed. I'm just going to keep sending the query out until someone likes the violence. Trying it as commercial fiction just got me a lot of requests for the partial followed by a lot of polite rejections.)
    • CommentTimeOct 3rd 2008
    I'm having a time out until I can learn some manners.
    My week. Right. Someone tell me when I'm supposed to stop suing people. This week, no close friends of mine were murdered as far as I know, that was about three weeks ago. This week I'm still playing detective trying to figure out what happened. More stupidly, I've collected about seven gigantic insects from various locations in my apartment and I'm saving them in jars to show the property managers later, though maybe I'll make them into a necklace or something instead of complaining about bugs in my building. I've eaten a lot of bacon recently so at least I got that going for me. Also, I learned today that there are at least <a target="_blank" href="">47620 anagrams for festering cockrot mange</a>.