New year resolutions are, and always have been, seasonal crock. You want to improve yourself? Do it. Announcing, making a big deal about it   outside of being cursed is a cry for attention and approval. Self improvement begins and ends with self. When you're supposed to go it alone why enlist others? And for those people who hear the resolution and ( Read more... )

To hell with it. No doom so far. And if it happens, I know who to blame. Or if reason has any weight in this ridiculousness, since this is a later challenge there could be time to prepare, call in bribes. Whatever means necessary.

Growth hold obvious relevance in the medical world. From the time we are born to the age of two our craniums are ( Read more... )

Let me guess, you're lonely. You go to parties and sit in the corner of the room looking longingly at the throng hoping that one of them will approach you and begin that fairytale come true. The clock is ticking, all the elasticity is being worn out in your face. You're holding onto your youth as though it's life itself. How much longer til you ( Read more... )

[IMG. uploaded to network: It's a note written on yellow, lined paper. This piece of paper has been taped to a door. The only part of the door that's legible (That damn note is in the way!) is ous, MD. Who could that ever be?

The note reads: "To Whom It May Concern: You've come this far and need help. Think carefully, because you're perfectly ( Read more... )

Again? Don't you people have something better to do? Check your myspace? Talk to your mother? That cat at your feet, one of four, that's got to be something. There is nothing at all that requires your attention?

Liars. All of you.

This month I lost my personal space rendered a captive to a curse stuck with the most hyper social doctor from Down Under. I'm able to talk about it right now because I'm so well adjusted. This experience reminds me that Valentine's Day is coming up. I think you all remember now too thanks to that last curse. So in preparation for that blessed day ( Read more... )

I'll talk to you. If I have to. No physical contact. You could be contagious. Vaccinations aren't mandatory. Sadly Speed Sticks aren't either.

No, it isn't Lupus. No, I don't care what you think. No, I don't have an accent.

[ooc; Hit him. Hard.]

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[A song plays, at first it is the only sound. It's irritating. After the first chorus, it lowers so that House can talk over it easily.]

Catscratch Fever is easier to say than Cytauxzoonisis Felis--try saying that three times fast. It's actually caused by ticks not cats. The symptoms aligned with our current cast of disease thanks to our ( Read more... )

If you still have the Black Ick, quit your belly aching and make a pathetic distress call. There's a happy ending. There's no "i" in team. With our powers combined we summoned Captain Planet. The day is saved. Is this a victory? I'm going to say no. Why? This wasn't a solution. Abstract problem solving, that's for sure. I'm not happy with it. I'm ( Read more... )

Despite the fact this is my sixty-ninth entry, there's a lack of NC-17 material. I'll work on that. Don't you worry.

I've been preoccupied by the latest Twin Peaks involvement. Wilson, doctor, man, mouse and pushover, has a pint-size, adolescent doppelganger. I used to think that the whole concept of doubles was for the most part reserved for prime ( Read more... )