Recent Mars Images (Marvin the Martian throws down the kaboom in a guest zot)

[Gefn]

I make a killer chicken soup with matzoh balls. Best cure for colds.

[Monkey Face]

I don’t have a cold. I seldom get them because I limit my physical contact with people. If they have a cold, I won’t shake hands.

This is CFIDS, and at the moment, it’s a “mild” relapse. Chicken broth is needed because I have too much nausea to eat a full or even a partial meal.

[stephenjohnbanker]

“I think I’ll write a book. “

Hmmmmm......

[NicknamedBob]

Hmmmmm......

Well, you realize that simply means I'm planning to construct a very elaborate, highly-detailed, bending and fabrication of truth just for the fun of it.

It's like going into politics except that I don't have to shake hands with anybody.

[Monkey Face]

Scary thought, Bob...

[stephenjohnbanker]

” It’s like going into politics except that I don’t have to shake hands with anybody. “

Yeah............, but it also means that you don’t get properly “bought off” : )

[NicknamedBob]

"Scary thought, Bob..."

I watch those monkeys. Every five minutes they've got one digit or another in one orifice or another, and then they want to touch me! Yuck!

I always remember Keith Laumer's Retief series, when the Groaci Ambassador looked at the human hand offered in supposed friendship.

"Liver spots, how unesthetic," the five-eyed stickyfingers observed.

[Tax-chick]

With a little sandpaper, you might be able to fix the bedroom-door sound. Eventually, she’ll learn that the nebulizer isn’t going to do anything to her, but she might still want to get away from the sound.

Hope you found the chicken broth!

[Monkey Face]

No sandpaper, no chicken broth. And I don’t feel like shopping. I tried some soup, but only ate about half a cup. Nothing sounds good.

[Tax-chick]

At least you’ll be thinner!

[Monkey Face]

Yah, that’s what Busdaddy says...small comfort.

I don’t know what the scales will say next week, but I’m sure I won’t be surprised.

[NicknamedBob]

"With a little sandpaper, you might be able to fix the bedroom-door sound."

Sometimes door hinges need a bit more lubrication. But a door that "sticks" may be rubbing wood parts together.

A perhaps easier method of dealing with this on a temporary fashion is to use a bit of hand soap, the solid bar kind. Just rub it on the surfaces that are rubbing together.

It's not likely to stain like oil, but it may make the squeaking and sticking go away.

[Monkey Face]

I will try the soap trick. Thanks.

I need to go have a breathing treatment. My trip down to the mailbox was met with wind and cold. I didn’t have chest pains last night, but there were other things that kept me hopping. Literally.

[Tax-chick]

small comfort.

Yes, that's true.

[NicknamedBob]

"My trip down to the mailbox was met with wind and cold."

My last trip to the mailbox left me with an empty feeling also.

It was dark here, and the U.S. Postal Service, though undeterred by the darkness, or threat of storm, had still not arrived.

[Monkey Face]

But still, the weight will come off. And that’s the goal.

I managed to eat a baked potato, and so far, so good. We shall see what the night holds.

[Tax-chick]

We have a lot of potatoes. I should bake some!

[Monkey Face]

Right now, I have plenty of potatoes so I can eat one a day. I figure the starch is going to upset the system, and I just need to get through tonight.

My phone has to be replaced, and it has to be done by January 25. They will give us $50 towards a new phone, so for some people, it will be an even trade. I don’t know what will happen with mine, and can’t find out until the 3rd.

They will give us $5 off if we let them get into our bank accounts for payment, but that’s not going to happen here. No one gets into my account but me.

I’m trying to pass the time till I can take my last pills and go to bed. With a good nights’ sleep, I may feel like a hoomin bean tomorrow.

[Monkey Face]

...I figure the starch is NOTgoing to upset the system...

*sheesh*

[Monkey Face]

Must be bedtime, or close to it.