June 22, 2006
From the desk of Jane Galt:Incidentally . . .
I'm sick with some mysterious not-quite-flulike ailment, and have an enormous workload, and have to spend the weekend driving my dog upstate before I take off for Europe for several weeks. So if I don't respond to your email or blog post, it is not because I hate you, or am rude, or am, as one letter writer suggested, "Afraid to take me on!" I'm just overwhelmed.
Memo to readers: if you have some sort of mysterious, not-quite-flulike ailment, the one thing you should not, under any circumstances, watch on television? Infomercial for corndogs. You may not even know that there are such things, but it is all too possible to come across one when your resistance is down. And that is Really. Not. Good.
I'm just saying . . .
Posted by Jane Galt at June 22, 2006 5:56 PM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound linksAn infomercial for corndogs? 57 Channels (and nothing's on)
What's wrong with corndogs? Afraid to take them on...?! (Actually, so am I...)
Maybe you're having a delayed reaction to all the diet soda you drink.
"There's someone in my head, but it's not me."
Feel better.
(I haven't been on a plane since 1995.)
I work in a school cafeteria. Anyone who asks what's in the corndogs gets this standard response:
"There's a guy who knows, but he cries out in his sleep."
I empathize. I've been sick with a flu-like ailment for a month now. Mine is less mysterious, though. Hope you get over yours soon.
I wonder what kind of mother Jane will make.
You know the rules kid, no Harry Potter until you finish your "Atlas Shrugged".
In addition to standard reading drills, don't forget the House of Galt Kung Fu practice for three hours daily, during which long volumes of global economic data are recited rote.
Followed, of course, by the Queen's English spelling bee.
Corndogs are Quite Possibly Nature's Perfect Food.
Or would be, if wrapped in bacon.
Jane to her child: Stop whining, children in China go to bed every night without any Atlas Shrugged.
Wait a minute - was this an infomercial for corndogs, or for the Bluth cornball machine?
As the Miller High Life commercial so eloquently stated, "Who cares what's in a hot dog? When diverse, cast-aside elements come together to make something great, why, that's the American Way. No, you do not ask of the hot dog, the hot dog asks of you, what are you made of? What spice do you add to the national knockwurst?"
And if you thought you were craving corn dogs before, you should absolutely not consider the prospect of making your own corn dogs with fresh kielbasa, or spicy italian sausage.
Jane,
Get well soon. And best of luck with the chores. By the way, is the dog the one in the FAQ? If so, cool dog!
I'm glad you still respond to e-mails and comments despite hating us, being rude, and being afraid to take us on.
Hope you feel better. Enjoy your trip, and please try to post about it a little.
Meh. Those kind of ailments are no fun at all! >_
Try to make sure that you eat something even if you don't feel like it. No matter how quickly it comes back up at least a part of it will have been processed and do you some good. A bucket with some water by your bed for you to throw up into may be useful too.
Hope some of this helps and I hope you get well soon. ^_~
Oi. I remember one like this...
Came home sick as a dog one day and my roommate was watching the Science Channel. They were showing how bologna was made.
I barely made it to the bathroom in time. What I did there, as well as what I ended up doing to the linoleum and toilet, was almost as disgusting as what goes in the bologna. (I said I barely made it TO the bathroom. I said nothing about making it all the way into the proper position for, to put it euphemistically, "worship unto the Great God of Porcelain," did I?)
I had the mysterious kind of flu-like ailment a few months ago. Fever for a few days, weakness for another week or so, then an upper respiratory thing (cough, cough) that lasted a month. But it all did go away, eventually.
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