Space Echoes

[Scott]

Congrats Tim.   

Management scum! 

[Absinthe]

I am sorry about your beloved pet, TLC.  Such tragedy among pet owners lately , it's unbelievable.

Congratulations on your new position, Tim.  Many happy days to you.

[tgraham]

Congrats Tim.   

Management scum! 

We're only in it for the money

[Kram]

Congrats Tim.   

Management scum! 

We're only in it for the money

Tim, now you can afford to gorge yourself on exotic works of art!
;-)

[scorched earth]

Like the pic Mark, of yr new ?

Don't know why the image tags aren't working for you. I was able to temporarily post that pic using them in this space.

[sarah]

Food poisoning is not fun. Not fun at all.

Oooh, you poor thing.  Just remember, this too shall pass.

~s

[tgraham]

Food poisoning is not fun. Not fun at all.

Oooh, you poor thing.  Just remember, this too shall pass.

~s

or purge. Whichever. It will end, and it only seems like a llifetime. been there.

[tgraham]

Miss Sarah,
Glad to hear the loft is progressing. I'm most eager to see the results of the super cool cabinets.

Kin-chan is most eager for you to come back and cook him into a soup, and little Trip says he's sorry his brother is a putz.

Oh Ya, Da' Bears.

[Absinthe]

Geno, I'm sorry you become so ill!  I've had it and it's certainly no fun, you don't know what's going to come out of where or when it will strike.   I hope you're feeling tip top soon.

One of my best friends thought she had it last week but it turns out it was just a terrible flu bug because her husband, daughter and mother-in-law got it and they didn't eat anything that she had.   She told me she's very happy her bathtub was so close to her toilet.   

[Scott]

....She told me she's very happy her bathtub was so close to her toilet.   

Oooh, reading this gave me a rather unhappy flashback.  I was 15 and experimenting with "adult beverages".

vodka.
warm schmidt beer.
pancakes.

I'm so glad that bathtub was there.

[Absinthe]

That's an accident waiting to happen, Scott!   

I unfortunately recall a day when I was about 20 and I went out to lunch with a group of friends on a sweltering hot day.  I had a hamburger with mayonaise on it, a mistake I'd end up regretting for a long time.  After lunch we were all going to go shopping but all of a sudden I felt terribly ill.  I told my friend to take me home and she drove as fast as she could.  Once we got there I couldn't wait and ended up getting sick all over the front lawn.  I proceeded to basically pass out, luckily my dad was home and saw me.  He came running out and carried me in.   I was so sick, I didn't know what to do with myself.  It felt like someone scraped my stomach out with a dull spoon.   I don't know if it was eating meat or mayonaise on a hot day or what, but I'm certain the incident was one of the factors that led to my vegetarian lifestyle. 

I'm sure eveyone has a sick story.  It's what makes us human!

[Sebastian Knight]

I remember a competition in our college dorm called the "tank competition".  What happened was you got into teams of 4, and did relay speed beer drinking.  In each round, two teams would face of on opposite sides of a long table.  Each would be given to freshly poured cups of beer (roughly 10-12 oz).  When the timer started, each team would have to drink the beers one after the order 12344321 (so the guy on the end, the "anchor", had to drink two in a row with no break).  The winning team would advance to the next round.  It was a single-elimination tournament.  The two teams in the finals had, I think, survived four earlier rounds that afternoon, and were drinking their 9th and 10th beers for the win.

My freshman year, a team from my floor (that I was thankfully not on) placed second overall.  Meaning they all drank 10 beers in the space of a couple of hours. 

What I remember most was that all four of them reacted in completely different ways.
1) No major effect.  Which if you think about it is scary.
2) Suddenly became Mister Personality (which he usually wasn't).  Think Jerry Lewis in "The Nutty Professor".
3) Bonked her head on the wall while trying to lean up against it, slowly sat down with her back against the wall and her legs splayed out in front of her and one hand on her head.  Just sort of sat there like that staring forward and feeling miserable for herself.
4) Headed into the bathroom stall.  Stayed there all evening.  We'd occasionally poke our head in and say "Max? You doing OK in there?".  We would inevitably here "I'm fine.  Don't worry" said with the unmistakable acoustic resonance of somebody talking directly into a toilet bowl.

I was also sort of surprised that there were a couple of kids (every year) who never really drank and got talked into it by their friends and had to go hurl into the bushes in the middle of the very first round.

The freshman year activities were particularly sleazy because the floor that ran the event (sort of like its own drunken Frat within the dorm) had all gone to the local high school to find girlfriends ("Oh! Suzie's boyfriend goes to MIT! He must be so smart and successful!") and the 17-year old girls were actually doing the legwork: pouring the beer, cleaning the tables etc.

[The Doc]

Ah, It so takes me back.

We had a tradition at Medical School of the 'Dining in'  Which probably started in the distant past when the senior consultants would invite selected students to dine with them.  By the mid 70s and whith a much bigger hospital and student body it was a thrice yearly event organised by the Student Lady Vice President where some of the students and the staff went up to the hospital dining room and had a big meal and a speaker.  It started with pre dinner drinks ie unlimited glasses of sweet sherry (two years previously one student had arrested and collapsed face down in his first course and had to be resussitated) On my first 'Dining in' the meal was Duck a l'Orange accompanied by unlimited free wine, then following the speaker, Beer at the Med Club bar.

The last thing I remember was going back down the corridor from my room to put the light on as I was having problems getting my key in the door.  The next thing was waking up in bed but with the Duck a l'Orange having made an unwelcome return to my floor.

My parents were coming to see me the next day but (Luckily??) I had got mixed up - or they had given me the wrong info - and I expected them the next week, so I was out at my then girfriends when they arrived.

[Geno]

Thanks all (and thanks for the stories). I'm pretty much getting better now, although it does seem like a waste to take two sick days from work and actually be sick.

[sarah]

February and still cold as crap...

You said this simply in the interest of being a total jerk, right?

Currently in Woodstock the temperature is 4.

Don't even ask about the windchill.

The cold makes me grumpy.

~s