WHAT YOU NEED TO DO

You need to take a cruise.

(Thanks to Ted Habte-Gabr)

Comments

[Kat]

hi rhea!! how goes it for you today?

[rhealist]

Kat, if you were screwing up your syntax royally you'd be saying WE, wouldn't you?

*crosses fingers and hopes italics/bold works*

[Brian B]

Rough day in Rochester today folks. Unfortunately, while on the road traveling, they expect me to work. I don't know what's wrong with these people. To be fair, I was actually in Syracuse all day, but now back in Rochester.

Hey Bangi,
I'm listening to the news, and they just said more flooding in Bangladesh. Everyone OK?

[Kat]

thanks Fed.. come hop into the champagne fountain with me

[Brian B]

Oh, and I had to add a nice PB part for Tina.

A nice MLT, when the mutton is nice and lean...I love that.

[Kat]

rhea, amused are we

[Kat]

Welcome back Brian!! Glad you survived the day.. and the "W" word

[rhealist]

OMG! I can't believe that worked! INCONCEIVABLE!

Brian: I know what you mean about work. I've updated my monster profile: "looking for position that will allow me to spend many paid hours reading about and commenting on talking toilets, boogers, and suicide squirrels." So far, no calls. Also INCONCEIVABLE..

[rhealist]

much better, your highness.

*florid bow*

[Higgy]

Brian B - you're just 45 minutes from my old stomping grounds - right up 481 from Syracuse into Oswego NY - our motto "Sure we get 10 foot of snow each year, but we have a bar for every 148 people in the city limits"

Enjoy this time of year upstate NY - it is gorgeous!

[Kat]

maybe we should all apply for jobs with Dave. That way we would have all day to talk and a remote possibility emerges that we might actually get some work done. I'm sure the blog needs more staff. I volunteer for stapling duty. Well I volunteer once the court order expires that bans me from being in the same room as any instrument that could conceivably (or INCONCEIVABLY) be used as a weapon of any kind

[D'Artagnan]

INCONCEIVABLE wbagnfarb.

[Kat]

yes I know that was a stretch for a PB reference, but I don't care

[Kat]

when you're right, you're right, D'Art

[Kat]

but only if it's in capitals (uppercase that is)

[Kat]

*gets a Vizzini earwig

[Kat]

*tries to make 5 posts in a row...
did you know we're almost up to 500 posts already?

[Mike Weasel]

Mrowr?

[slyeyes]

Naked mental patient story.

When my daughters were little tadpoles, I took them to the Y for swimming lessons. It was a few blocks from a hospital that had a mental ward. One day as I'm watching my little ones in their lessons, someone came running up to the desk and asked for towels, and quick. They were asked why and the response was because some lady was wondering around outside naked. The attendant looked at the schedule and said, "That class doesn't meet today."

?!?!?!?!?!

That got the attention of all of the parents. Never did get the explanation for that.

Why do mental patients like to escape without clothes?

[Kat]

RL beckons.. have fun all.. hit 500 and keep on running!!!

[rhealist]

*silently tip-toes to side of boat and looks for clothes to put on*

What? Me? Uh, I was just... doing laundry...

[Brian B]

I want to join THAT Y!

Also, how else would they escape? With clothes on? Then they would be ruled sane and kicked out.

Free food, free drugs, I get to drool on myself AND meet interesting new people? Plus, there's the remote possibility that I could streak out of the hospital with my little man flapping in the breeze?

SIGN ME UP!!!!

[rhealist]

Tina: did the barman expect that a guy in a hospital gown would be carrying his wallet??? Like taped to his leg? I say good for Mr. "Free drinks for two hours"

[kingw]

Tina
Another fun day. That kinda reminds me of something that happened at college. We were at our favorite bar for Friday Happy Hour. An elderly lady came in and sat with us. We gave her a beer and talked with her for a while. It seems she just took a walk from the Old Folks Home across the street. We walked her back when Happy Hour was over. Went inside with her, no wonder she wanted out, very depressing. I always felt guilty about not going to visit, but at the time I wasn't being particularly good to myself either. Oh well I can make up for it now, big Karma hole.

[rhealist]

So why is it that a hospital gown gets you two hours worth of free drinks, but going naked gets you locked up??? Where is there a society open enough to give free drinks to the naked??? Oh, yeah...I forgot about frat houses.

Hmmmm...*begins planning weekend*

[rhealist]

There's always a catch. Like having to buy lottery tickets to have a chance to win. Who has time for that?

[Mike Weasel]

EDUCATIONAL BIRTHDAY PARTY

Tonight's Theme: Quantum Physics

Specifically, Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle

It is impossible to know both the Time and Place of any given birthday party. Show up... whenever and wherever!

Later we will demonstrate how Musical Chairs resembles a decaying atomic nucleus!

[Leetie the nitpicker]

Hmmmm... I must respectfully disagree with the consensus. A mallard is a type of duck. A male duck is a drake. Female mallards have brown heads and males have green heads.

mal·lard
n. pl. mallard or mal·lards

A wild duck (Anas platyrhynchos) of which the male has a green head and neck. Most domestic ducks descend from the mallard.

Federal Drake?

[Jeff Meyerson]

Tina, I guess you have to keep your sense of humor, as laughing is better than crying.

We caught a break for most of the day but for the past few hours it's been raining like ... (insert appropriate phrase here)... let's jsut say like Florida and leave it at that. We already were way over our normal September rainfall totals -- unfortunately we didn't get it spread out this month, just in several large unwieldy buckets. This could be the biggest bucket of all. Sometimes it's good to be living on the 6th floor.

Looks like Bangi finally crashed. Just put a blanket over her and let her sleep it off. Too much sugar will do it every time.

[slyeyes]

Peri, that reminds me of a sign I once saw at a bait shop that said, "Live bait to go." I wanted to go in and say, "No, I'd like to use it here.

[Susan]

Reading about the patient of Tina's. Wow.

I'm not sure if free drinks for two hours is worth getting admitted to the hospital, an IV started, and a hospital gown to wear, but hey, that could just be me. Might be worth it for some people.

Personally, I think you'd have to give me several drinks to get me to wear a hospital gown again. I wore one when my daughter was born and that was quite enough.

[jamester]

Jeff my friend: This Just In From 'The Onion' -

"Ravaged" Named Florida's Official State Adjective.

Stay well, and dry if you can.

Jamester (Shaken, but not Stirred) Californicas

[Kat]

Kinda gross but worth a mention

[Kat]

pictures of YOU in a hospital gown Josh... now THOSE I would pay for!!

[Kat]

that's a shame... no pornography on this site.. you'd have to sell those elsewhere

[Kat]

*tosses Josh a towel so the FCC doesn't dream up more chargves

[Zoodle]

"I find the locally grown pineapple tastes a lot like corn"

Good one Peri! (I almost woke up the girl laughing.)

[Christobol]

Kat - how much will you pay?
Joshkr, this may hurt a little...oh, you'll just put on a gown without being injured and needing a visit to the hospital? Ok.

Here's Capitolo venti tre...
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I lay on the couch practicing an argument with Jill, alternating between really zinging her and worrying that she would not get home to be zung at all. The rational part of my brain (a small, neglected, section, or so it seemed this night) told me it was a complete waste of time to plan an argument. Arguments never go as planned, due to the inconvenience of needing a person with whom to argue, who, by definition, is not in a cooperative mode. And it almost never works to say “No, here’s where you say 'Oh yeah? Well I would have if you hadn’t killed our iguana!’” However, that small voice of rationality was easily overruled by the emotional choir, which countered that the time would otherwise be fully consumed by worry. Worry is a powerful force, not to be trifled with. It can ruin just about anything you set out to do, but I’ve found that it’s manageable. Worry requires hope. It’s despair that kills.

Worry stores up energy in the body, and once it is allayed, that energy must be released. In some cases, such as the return of a child who was lost for a time, especially if it is thru no fault of his own that he was lost, this is expressed by giddy euphoria, uncontrolled laughter with tears of joy, and perhaps even an impromptu dance. Other times, and probably more commonly, worry energy is released as anger.

I heard the bolt on the front door turn and was up from the couch and across the room before it was open.

“Shit Frank, you scared the hell out me!”
“I scared you?”
“Yes. I’m not used to someone standing six inches inside my door when I come home.”
“You weren’t expecting me?”
“Not right inside the door, no. Thought you might even be asleep, or watching TV.”
“I was watching TV, some new sitcom about this woman who stays out all night while her … uh… babysitter wonders if she’s dead or what? It was a real riot.”
“Can I come in?”

I gave way, allowing Jill entry to her living room. I knew I sounded just like I hadn’t wanted to, and so far I hadn’t worked in any of the clever, cutting lines I’d rehearsed, instead opting for a lame rant.

“I’m sorry, Frank. I should have called. I didn’t expect to be so late, ok?”
“That makes two of us.” Whatever thoughts logic had of reeling in the petulance, emotion was having none of it.
“I left the office at a reasonable hour, about nine, ok?”
“Traffic must be hell. Or did you get lost?”
“Are we married?”
“I haven’t been that drunk in years.”
“Then back off.”
“Let me see if I follow your logic. If we were married I could be upset that you treated me like shit, but otherwise…”
“I ran into Jack.”
“SHIT!”

I don’t have any studies to prove it, but it’s been my experience that every time you let yourself get a good anger rolling, you end up stepping in it. And not a little bit, not a smudge on the shoe, easily wiped away. No, it’s more of a wading exercise. Indulging in a self-righteous rant is the best way I know to set yourself up for a mental crotch kick. I guess I must like it, often as I’ve done it.

I crossed the room and bolted the door, locking the handle as well, for all the good it would do. This door wouldn’t take more than a single well placed kick to open.

“Where?”
“One of the other gals I work with stayed late too. I thought she had left, but I ran into her in the parking lot and we decided to go grab a drink.”

I could feel my anger returning, in spite of myself.

“Easy, Frank. I was going to call you from the bar, now that my plans had changed, ok? We got a booth, and I ordered a drink, and that’s where I saw Jack.”
“Did he see you?”
“I don’t know. I think so.”

I felt some of the pressure ease. If she couldn’t be sure, then they obviously didn’t speak, and if they didn’t speak then they didn’t have an altercation, and if they didn’t have an altercation then it wasn’t certain Jack would be here any minute. I relaxed just a bit.

“Tell me all about it.”
“I’m gonna fix a drink. You want one?”
“Desperately. But I better not.”
“You think…?”
“I need to hear what happened.”

Jill mixed herself a whiskey on ice. A big one. Jill and Marilyn, a secretary performing paralegal work at secretary wages, had gone to Jilly’s Piano Bar on Rush, a big band place reputedly founded by one of Sinatra’s friends. Jack had walked in with several well heeled men maybe five minutes after they sat down.

At this point the story was interrupted by a sleepwalking Carly. I didn’t know she was sleepwalking, but apparently this was not new to Jill.

“Hey Carly, what do you need, honey? You want a drink?”
“She’s asleep, Frank.”
“What?”
“She’s sleep walking.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on Carly, let’s go back to bed.”
“You have to leave her alone, Frank. Just, let her walk. We just have to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. She’ll probably end up sleeping on the floor somewhere.”
“Why not put her back in bed?”
“You’re not supposed to.”
“Says who? What the hell is she doing now?”

Carly had squatted in the doorway to the kitchen and was urinating.

“Is that normal?”
“She doesn’t usually do that, no. Thank goodness.”
“Not usually? Why can’t you just wake her up, put her on the pot, and then put her in bed?”
“I told you, you’re not supposed to.”
“Says who?”
“I dunno. Dr. Spock?”
“The Vulcan?”
“No. Look, she’s heading back towards her bedroom. Can you just make sure she gets someplace safe while I clean up?”

I went and put Carly back in her bed. Dr. Spock could try his neck pinch on me if that was wrong. Whatever. When I came back, Jill continued her story as if nothing had happened. Much as I wanted to find out more about letting sleeping kids wander and randomly pee on the floor, this was more pressing.

While Jill couldn’t be sure Jack saw her, she felt like he must have, given the position of her table, and the path she had to take to get out of the place. Not wanting to make a scene, she’d had a couple drinks with Marilyn, keeping a wary eye on Jack and trying to be as unnoticeable as possible. No easy task, that. I’d notice her immediately if I was a stranger, and if I’d been married to her, well…

Finally, Jack headed for the men’s room and Jill made what sounded like a pretty ungraceful exit. She would owe Marilyn an explanation tomorrow.

“But he never made eye contact?”
“Not that I saw.”
“He would have, if he saw you. Hell, he’d have come to your table.”
“Probably.”
“I’m sure of it.”
“I don’t know.”
“Look, you still have work tomorrow. Get some sleep.”
“Frank…I just…”
“I’ll stay up.”
“You sure? I can…”
“Positive. Go to bed.”
“Frank, I can’t..”
“Shut up and go to bed. I’m still pissed at you, remember? You don’t want to be starting an argument.”

Jill looked at me and smiled, and I felt a stupid boyish charge that I thoroughly enjoyed.

“Good night, Frank.”
“Night. Scoot.”

I went off to brew some coffee. I wasn’t as sure about Jack as I’d let on with Jill. Certainly the most likely thing would be for Jack to approach her if he saw her. Unless he decided he wanted an uglier confrontation, one that he could wait for, knowing where to find her, later. Still, I was sure he would have let on some way that he’d seen her, so she could go home and worry. Unless he didn’t want to risk her spooking and running to a friend’s. Back to worry, back to unless. It was going to be a long night. I poured half a shot of whiskey into my coffee.

[MeL]

Allo? Anybody here?

[Mad Scientist]

Hello Mel

Christobol - Most excellent installment. I love the bit on worry. Truer words have never been spoken. I am trying to avoid dispair at the moment.

Fisher -nape?

Jamester - I will get some bug info for Meg.

*does a run through of hte boat slapping everyone's ass on her way out*

[Mike Weasel]

Woooooo!

[Kat]

morning Josh hon... and don't sell yourself short.. you were smart enough to put everything we said into a concise, profound, touching statement. There were truer words spoken but not a lot of them.

I don't know about anyone else, but I don't like the term "survivor". It sounds like someone who made it through by the skin of their teeth. I like to think we've all emerged better and stronger, people who can go on to make the world better for those that follow us..
and we start that by teaching all children the word "BOOGER!!" (I'm sorry, I couldn't be serious for too long)

[Kat]

Oh and C-bol.. take a bow my friend.. once again a great installment

[Kat]

We'd make one hell of a support group.. positive action and moataritas!!!

[Kat]

and if Dave does patent "BOOGER" then I say the bloglits get a portion of the copyright money.. and we should all start hanging around school yards with a charge-meter

[Kat]

is it retroactive?? do we have to do 23 good things per person to catch up with the installments?

[Kat]

not that I would mind.. there's always something that needs doing somewhere.. it's just a matter of finding it

[Kat]

sounds like a damn good idea Josh.. and I have no work the next couple of days.. so I now have the time available

[Kat]

Josh.. is there a way to set up a file on the ReMOAT that people can post onto without it all being sent out in the daily ReMOAT digest? Something accessible - not for brags, just a chicken soup for the soul kinda feelgood file (the chicken soup thins is probably copyright, but BOOGER!)

[Kat]

make that thing.. not thins

[Kat]

bee farts? haven't they heard of Beeano?

[Kat]

thank you most kindly Josh... hopefully the idea catches on and the file overflows

[Christobol]

That's a great idea, Joshkr. When this thing is done, I'll have to go on a "good deeds, done dirt cheap" tour.

As ever, thanks to each and all for the continued encouragement, apologies to those who are forced to scroll thru the bloat.

[Jeff Meyerson]

Peri, sly: apropos of nothing probably, but your signs ("imported pineapple" in Canada, duh) reminded me of my favorite road sign seen while driving around Britain: Well Rotted Manure

Hard to pass up that offer.

[Jeff Meyerson]

Joshkr, excellent point about power. That's what they tell us about rape -- it's not about sex but power. People (sick people) hurt us because they can. Once they can't (like Mr. Fisher punching the douchebag & splitting) I guess they have to find a new target. Asswipes.

[Jeff Meyerson]

Morning, MOATies. Caught up now (& another excellent chapter Christobol, not that it needed saying but it never hurts to say thanks).

We had a rough night here but I kept thinking how much worse it's been in Florida (& Bangladesh). Four inches of rain (up to seven in parts of NJ) in one night is a huge amount for us. There is the usual flooding but overall it doesn't seem quite as bad as the last time (in the city, I hasten to add) when the subways were flooded out for a while. But the rain is gone and the day is looking up.

I was going to go for more coffee, which reminded me that there was a story yesterday that they are opening the first Juan Valdez Coffee Shop in Manhattan today to compete with the 179 Starbucks we already have here. The fact that Starbucks just announced a price increase (they already charge more here than in the rest of the country) made a nice counterpoint. Juan plans 500 US stores, while Megabucks plans to expand from 5,000 to 10,000!

Personally, I wish they'd bring back Chock Full o' Nuts. Anyone remember their date & nut bread?

[slyeyes]

This might be important

DUCK!! (as in verb...not Federal's name)

[slyeyes]

well crap.

I'll try again.

second time

*crosses fingers*

[Susan]

Morning all. I brought some coffee and other breakfast goodies for anyone who needs it...I know I do.

Christobol-wonderful. Absolutly wonderful as always.

Josh-you have photos of me in a hospital gown? So that's what that flash was...

Wednesday already? Who is speeding up the time, it seems like it was just the weekend. Although the coming one looks good. I don't have to work Saturday, and my daughter is going to Williamsburg, VA for the weekend. So I have to get her to the school by 6:30am Saturday.

She is so lucky. I never got to go on trips like that when I was in school.

[Susan]

Rita, I'll do that. She'll have no idea who you are, and I doubt she'll be any where near the Porsche show, but I'll tell her. She thinks I'm weird anyway. She saw a few of the pictures on the main blog of Dave and Ridley and various bloggers. She thinks it's (not its) all very odd. Especially all the pirate items.

On a similar note, she has decided I have a boyfriend now. And she says his name is Pirate John Doe. Well, I for one wish I knew who he was. And I wish I knew where she got that idea. But she is known for odd ideas out of nowhere.

[Susan]

My daughter is 12 and thought the coconut bra thing was very very odd. The trip is to Colonial Williamsburg with her ALPHA class (that being the smarter students, I forget what it stands for. When my sister was in school it was G and T, gifted and talented[not gin and tonic]) Needless to say those programs started after I graduated. This is to be an educational trip. The summer art program a few years ago went to Atlanta for a weekend. She also went to Philadelphia with the chorus a few years ago. My only trip in school was my senior year when we went to the state capital for the day.

[Federal Duck]

Every morning I spend the first 30 minutes or so reading all the posts from the blogs I missed yesterday, then the next hour and a half reading the MOAT posts since I left work yesterday. I am continually amazed that we get paid for this.

[Pirate John Doe]

Susan, does this mean it's over? *sniff*

[Susan]

Pirate John Doe? Is it really you? Wow, she was right.

Although to be over, I would think something should have started first.

Refresh my memory? One of those wild drunken nights or something? :)

[Pirate John Doe]

*sob*

I was afraid this might happen. During that terrible storm when you were clocked on the head by the falling mast, you must have lost your memory.

Ahhh, the wild nights of passion, those heaving bosoms, the vast quantities of rum...

[PJD's ex]

Maybe that's a good thing, Susan. I've seen the scabs. The horrors.

[Pirate John Doe]

Hey, I was still new with the hook... I said I'm sorry!

[Susan]

Is that where the scars came from...and the bump on the head.

And I'm sure you're (not your) better with the hook now...

[Mike Weasel]

You can't pinch with a hook...

[D'Artagnan]

Bangi, have a Coke and a smile.

We luv u 2.

[Mr.Fisher]

MAD- Close. But on the front side. Thanks for the back side slap though.

Cbol- Well, keep 'em coming. I'll need to know the truth about that sleepwalk random pee thingawhodidditywhopper ASAP.

This just in............

Flooding reaches Oklahoma!

Ok. In keeping with theme of Hurricanes and flooding, I will now share with you the Tale of The Tulsa Flood. You guys in Florida sounded like you were all having so much fun with your girding, and your bracing, and your bleach and your valium, that I decided to attempt a small Kitchen flooding experiment of my own Last Night. (During the wife's cooking of dinner and the 9 yr old's homeworking at the dinner table.)

*AHEM*

I was actually attempting to hook up a new water line to run to the ice maker in the back of the refrigerator. The hot water tank is in a closet by itself at the other end of the kitchen on the same side of the wall. Easy enough. Tap a hole in the cold water line pipe attached to the tank and the rest is just running hose through the cabinets down to the frig. Alrighty. Well, the kit I bought has a selftapping (bulls#@%) attachment that says no drilling required. Well, after I bent the crap out of the trusty ol selftapper. I grabbed the next best thing. A drill bit. I decided that if I pre clamped the shut off piece stategically enough on the pipe I could drill out a very small hole (pinprick) then I could just slide the shut off over the hole and stop any water that would surely be coming out of the pipe. Because No I did not simply walk outside and shut the water off. Noooo sirree. That would've been too easy. And I wanted a Flood Damn it!!

And a 2 inch flood in the kitchen floor is exactly what I got. Once I broke through the pipe with the drill bit, water came gushing out of that little bity hole like a geyser. It went everywhere and fast. It was bouncing off the walls in the closet and all right into my eyes which was about eight inches away. Before I could scream "OH F@&#!" I was completley soaked and temporarily blinded, and I was standing in a rapidly growing puddle.

Luckily the wife wasn't busy. ;) So she grabbed some towels and threw them down at each end of the kitchen as I frantically ran around the gaarage looking for the water Key and then sprinting outside in the dark to shut it off.

So I just didn't want you guys to feel left out.
And I had a great time cleaning up all that water and showing the family what to do in case of a real Hurricane Flood.

Next on This Old Flooded House. I will move the flood to the bathroom. Overflowing toilets? No problem here. Tune in next week......

[Jeff Meyerson]

Bangi, that's not surprising. Most of our ambassadors are political whores, I mean hacks, who contribute very big bucks to the party in power and get ambassadorships as a reward. The bigger the donation the bigger the prize, I mean country they win, I mean are appointed to serve. Most have never been out of Kansas (or wherever) before, 95-99% don't speak the language of the country they're in (sadly, that often includes English-speaking countries), and they have the tact of water buffaloes in heat.

Booger sums it up nicely.

[jamester]

Bangi, I think you can rant safely here. The only reason I don't rant more about politics is that it descends into "unfunny" very quickly, so what good is that? It's still better to have opinions, it means you're connected with and care about something larger than yourself. (in addition to Shoeab!)

[Jeff Meyerson]

Mr. Fisher: whoops.

Rule #1: a handgun is ALWAYS loaded, even when you KNOW it's (not its) empty

Rule #2: ALWAYS shut off the water &/or electricity before doing those "simple" jobs

But you knew that.

[Mr.Fisher]

Oh, and I WISH I was making that up.

Booger!

[jamester]

If I only had a nickel for every $10 do-it-yourself home repair project that turned into a $200 emergency call....
Well, I guess I'd still be down $199.95 per episode...never mind...

[kingw]

Don't worry Tina you have a tough job. I mean really when was the last time someone showed up at the ER because they won the Lotto. You work there because you want to help and so you can laugh at asshats who cut off their finger and put it in a beer bottle.

[Jeff Meyerson]

Tina, are you kidding? ALL KUDOS to you and others who are able to deal with such horrors on a daily basis and stay sane, let alone keep your sense of humor. (I guess the odd episode like the Thumbkins and Mr. Wheel Down to the Bar help with the latter.)

[kingw]

In light of recent discussions, perhaps a Titan should extend the invitation. I have not read any posts of hers on the MB. So I don't know if she wants to lurk or contribute even if only on occasion.
rita a pinch right back at you.

[Kat]

if they called it Endo-pain would you feel better about it rita?

[Boo Augustus]

Ahh, so this is the new place? Seen better.

BTW, Leetie, I bought a bag of frozen mangos at Trader Joe's. Pretty damn good, with or without the Malibu Coconut Rum. I think I'm hooked.

[D'Artagnan]

I believe djtonyb and I roped Tina into this mess, so it's someone else's turn now.

And remember, I'm no Titan.

[Kat]

then there are the folks such as myself who snuck aboard when the Moat was in the MB and refused to get off.. I'm grateful not have been kicked off though!!

[Kat]

Boo!! How are you on this fine day?

[Kat]

if you can sleep off the sore @ss... then there's really no problem is there?

[Kat]

D'Artobiwan and DJTonyoda.. is it just me or do they sound like Japanese cars?

[Boo Augustus]

Since we're talking drugs here . . .

I've got a long, overnight flight coming up in about two (2) weeks. Any suggestions for sleeping aids . . . other than drinking to the point of passing out?

[D'Artagnan]

*brings dead Tina to Polly for forensic analysis*

[jamester]

Rita dear, please don't mix Endocet with alcohol. Endocet is Oxycodone (a narcotic) and Acetomenophen. (I prolly spelled acetamenophen wrong, I spell it a different way every time).
Oxycodone with alcohol will increase drowsiness etc (yes, it will potentiate the alcohol), and since the liver has to handle both the booze and acetominowhatever, more than 2 drinks with Endocet could be bad news indeed.
Tip of the Day for Suicidal People: Don't make suicide gestures by taking ODs of acetamenophan, you'll probably end up on the liver transplant list. You think you had troubles before???

[Kat]

herbal sleeping tablets.. got to a health store or a pharmacy.. they work with your body's natural chemicals to send you off to dreamland. Also an eyemask and earplugs if you're (not your) a light sleeper

[Mad Scientist]

Fish - Scapula? Adams Apple? Umm where else should I guess? lower?

Tina - keep up the good work.

*borrows Mr. Fisher's drill for "lab improvement project"

[Mike Weasel]

Is it too late to join the hugfest?

[Mike Weasel]

Mad, that's um... a very unusual attachment you're putting on that drill.

[Kat]

oh.. and bring your own travel pillow..
Be grateful you're on a plane and not a train, because on a train, you get woken when they wake up the people around you who are getting off at destinations previous to your final destination. They don't do that on planes unless they really don't like you.

[Mike Weasel]

Wheee! *squoooze!*

[Jeff Meyerson]

Boo, be careful how much you drink. I tried that theory before my second flight to Europe and ended up puking all over my friend's bathroom. Fortunately, the flight was delayed several hours but it took me a day to recover. Be warned!

[jamester]

"I wouldn't mix Tylenol (so much easier to spell"

*Slaps forehead*

[Jeff Meyerson]

Bangi, if she's a friend of yours I'm sure she'll be very welcome.

[jamester]

*floats off to lunch on a cloud thanks to Rita's kiss*

[D'Artagnan]

*dies laughing at mental image*

Posted by: Tina on September 29, 2004 02:39 PM