27.12.03 - Unwell
Long time no verbal diacrap. I think humans loose around 20 IQ points every time they become ill with a temperature. For some one who doesn't have that many to start with, that's bad news. This morning I was trying to think of the word "capacitate" and it took me far longer than it would have if my IQ points were in the positive integers. Once I remembered the word I forgot why I wanted it and fell asleep - no doubt due to the strain on my brain for coming up with the word in the first place. I can just imagine the conversation my id had with my ego over that one;
ego: What's that word? You know the one ... that word, that means ... thingy ...
id: Oh crap. Here we go.
ego: Nah com'on, give us it. You know what I mean just dig it out for us will ya?
id: No. I'm feeling unwell. I mean we're feeling unwell. Look please just leave us alone, I'm having enough difficulty controlling our heart.
ego: Erm, I don't think you rightly know what it is that an id does. I think you're thinking of the hypothalamus.
id: You're using big words again, is this crap going to go on the bloody web site?
ego: Yes, I mean no. Dammit I never could lie to you.
id: Alright fine, the word you're looking for is capacitate. Now leave me alone I think I'm going to be sick; I just thought of something very nasty involving our friends' mother.
ego: Bum. I forgot what I wanted that word for.
id: I hate you so much. Woooh, I'm pooped. Time to shut down.
ego: No wait! I think I rememb... zZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZ
I always feel sooo strange after I come out of a fever. Like right now I'm convinced that despite what common sense tells us, a deerstalker hat and navigator sunglasses will look really cool together and I must go acquire them tomorrow. I have no freaking idea how the conversation went between ego and id for that one and I don't think I want to know.
I had to wash in acid before I felt clean after leaving this place
And whilst we're on the subject of goths I'd just like to thank Colwangillion for allowing me to hate them just that little bit more. Above is a picture of a "traditional goth haunt". Note the charming "cock master" emblem in the middle. The goths masterful use of the English language is wasted on the walls of this crypt. Nay, I say that powerfully bold one line poem "Fsck you and die!" (replace the "s" with your imagination) which first caught my eye as I entered the shoulder height "room" should be getting more recognition by being posted in Poetry of the Anguished and Idiotic. Also all goths should be set on fire and/or killed. I'll spare Colwang because like all bigots I already have a friend who belongs to the group of people I've decided to hate whom I consider to be "okay".
See you in the sales. I'll be the one in the deerstalker and navigator shades. Following you.
splinter "queer as ice" khan