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Post by Vene on Feb 6, 2011 10:05:08 GMT -5
If he does die I get his modship. No. I think my actions last night on the irc prove I should get it.
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Post by tygerarmy on Feb 6, 2011 13:22:02 GMT -5
Sandman hope you're feeling better.
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Post by the sandman on Feb 6, 2011 14:52:00 GMT -5
I aint'ent ded yet.
Sheesh. Not even in my grave and the nutters are fightin' over the scraps of my empire.
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Post by SimSim on Feb 6, 2011 14:53:52 GMT -5
When you recover you should go get revenge. Go play the bagpipes outside their windows at 3am. That'll teach 'em.
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Feb 6, 2011 18:43:52 GMT -5
If he does die I get his modship. No. This made me laugh way harder than it should have.
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Post by Vene on Feb 7, 2011 0:35:11 GMT -5
When you recover you should go get revenge. Go play the bagpipes outside their windows at 3am. That'll teach 'em. I live on the third story.
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Post by sugarfreejazz on Feb 7, 2011 1:53:57 GMT -5
When you recover you should go get revenge. Go play the bagpipes outside their windows at 3am. That'll teach 'em. Or he could flash what's under his kilt. Or play bagpipes with what's under his kilt.
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Post by SimSim on Feb 7, 2011 15:42:49 GMT -5
When you recover you should go get revenge. Go play the bagpipes outside their windows at 3am. That'll teach 'em. I live on the third story. You'd still hear it. Bagpipes are fucking loud.
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Post by the sandman on Feb 7, 2011 18:25:44 GMT -5
I live on the third story. You'd still hear it. Bagpipes are fucking loud. 'Specially if they's under me kilts.
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Post by Vene on Feb 7, 2011 19:52:51 GMT -5
I live on the third story. You'd still hear it. Bagpipes are fucking loud. The train will drown him out.
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Post by tgrwulf on Feb 8, 2011 10:18:38 GMT -5
You'd still hear it. Bagpipes are fucking loud. The train will drown him out. One of my coworkers plays the pipes. Believe me, you'ld still hear them.
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Post by Jodie on Feb 8, 2011 15:47:44 GMT -5
Fevers suck! I hope you feel better soon Sandman!
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Post by RavynousHunter on Feb 11, 2011 18:12:34 GMT -5
Get better soon, brotha. I'd try and send ya a Tylenol or two...but they probably wouldn't get there in time.
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Post by terri on Feb 11, 2011 21:01:16 GMT -5
I knew a blind bagpiper in my hometown. I once had to play seeing-eye human for him when he marched with a bagpipe band at an event. He played for a friend of mine... inside a closed room. So I can vouch for a bagpipe's loudness.
Anyway, I hope you're getting better, Sandman....
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Post by the sandman on Feb 15, 2011 22:46:42 GMT -5
Update on the ol' sandman.
Worst. Week. EVER.
Sick all last week, kind of a lingering, feverish malaise. No big deal really, nothing I haven't toughed out before. Advil, plenty of water, should be fine, right?
Wrong. I go in Friday for my last "summons" for small-claims court jury duty. No big deal, even if I'm picked it's small claims. The worst that could happen is a two-day trial/deliberation minor inconvenience.
WRONG. I show up, not feeling great, but liveable, to discover all the prospective jury pools have been bound over to the criminal courts for a major trial, the alleged attempted aggravated murder of an infant by the mother. I sit there all Friday only to find out I was part of the final 45 selected. Feeling worse. Feverish and massive headache.
So I go to the doctor on Saturday. Don't get to see my regular doc, but some "partner" I've never met before who spends 5 minutes with me and declares I have a sinus infection. Prescribes some meds and assures me I should be feeling much better by Monday.
Fine. Great. I head back to the courthouse for final jury selection on Monday and sure enough, I'm picked to be on the jury. But by now I have started to have massive chest pain when I breathe, and around 5 o clock coughing fits set in that are so painful I nearly grey out.
So I go back to the doctor Monday night. See my regular guy. Chest x-rays.
The sandman does not have a sinus infection. The sandman has goddamn flu. The bad flu you don't want to get.
So I have to go back to the courthouse with my wife this morning, carting along documentation from my doctor. I can't even really talk without coughing my head off, so my wife has to go into the courtroom and convince the judge and the attorneys to excuse me on the first damn day of the actual trial.
Judge was NOT happy. But the wife convinces him I was trying to fulfill my obligations (which I absolutely was) and that I was not just messing with the court. Takes her a half hour, but eventually they let me go.
The principal at my school was pissed off about the whole jury duty thing and was going to screw me with the letter of the school policies (which say that after 10 days he can just stop paying me if I'm on jury duty). His concern seems to be solely how much a sub for that long would cost the school. The fact that there is NOTHING I could have done to get out of it seems irrelevant to him. The fact that I am SICK seems irrelevant to him. When I called him with the update, that I was excused from the jury, but so ill that I will have to miss several days of school, he implied that I was not really all that sick. I implied that he was not really a genetic male, an implication he did not pick up on. I told him I have documentation from my doctor. He wanted the doctor's name and phone number. I asked what he meant by that. He said he just wanted to "verify" things. I pointed out that he just called me a liar.
So here I sit, sick, angry, exhausted, and depressed. All in all, not a good week.
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