Over at Bar Slaves, Old Iron was momentarily lucid, asking any MoronBloggers who were interested in meeting near Detroit (ish) to pipe up on his page to express interest. He then rapidly lost lucidity and degenerated into animal noises and gagging sounds. I guess it was pretty gross. Women and small children were removed from the scene in shock and grown men were seen openly weeping.
But someone slipped him a pint of Guinness or something, his limbic system rebooted, and he was right as rain. Inspirational, I tell you. The picture below shows a normal brain, and next to it is the size of that same brain after repeated abuse and pickling in alcohol. Note that it is the same in every way (sort of – perhaps instead of firm tofu consistency it is more like skim ricotta cheese) but shrunk. This is due to the skull-rending forces of the cranial fluids within the brainpan the day after. I no longer drink but assure you this is true. More than once I was required to work when the night before was a pub crawl that had lost it’s brakes (and sanity), and my brain was bruised from rattling around like Lotto balls inside the ol’ noggin.
(click the pic, it seems to get bigger if you do)
Go read about it the meeting of the minds. Have fun. Poke that old bear with a stick.
Old Iron was momentarily lucid
I’m calling bullshit.
Well, he wasn’t ranting in tongues, so I just assumed…
I can’t believe that someone actually accused me of being lucid.
Hey Lemur, I only speak in tongues when I am drinking either absynthe or Ouzo; everything else just puts me in a quite enjoyable semi-catatonic state.
-Sans lucidity that is.
Much as even a blind squirrel can find a nut eventually, perhaps you only stumbled upon the random sounds that seemed to match up with what you wished to convey.
My sincerest apologies for implying that you were lucid, and I hereby make a solemn promise to commit suicide in the messiest way imagineable should I ever cross the line again.
So for the sake of your livelihood and exhistence on this plane I am now required to run screaming from any form of lucidity and truly become the monkey on the badge of the moronosphere?
-For you LK, I will do this.
It is the bushido way.
Bushido way. Wow, rarely do you see someone so dedicated to their president that they are willing to do such extreme things.
(faux stupidity alert – come on, even the stupidest of us knows that the bushido way is how you eat baked beans straight out of a can)
So, yeah… do what you said. I think.
It’s late, SolidWorks ate my assembly, I’m listening to Enigma, and miles to go before I sleep.
So yeah… do what you said. I think.
Sorry, just got finished last night with season two of Heroes and the last thing I remember is that japanese guy travelling back to feudal Japan.
-The feudal japanese thing is kinda stuck in the old noggin.
You’re talking to a guy who is fascinated with Japanese culture, so it’s cool.
Haven’t seen Heroes beyond one episode as it ended with this gal waking up after she’d been autopsied. Ugh. I didn’t watch any more – not because I was grossed out but because I already had “Eureka”, “Dresden Files”, “Burn Notice”, “House”, and “Dirty Jobs” competing. At least I think those were the ones all competing about that time.
MUAHAHAHA!
Should be fun.
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