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Posted by judy1 on July 22, 2002, at 17:07:15
In reply to Re: Allison and Shar:Let's write a story/anyone, posted by allisonm on July 22, 2002, at 14:49:20
I would love to contribute- but the large yellow chunks sounds rather disgusting, can you change that image :-) ?- judy
Posted by Phil on July 22, 2002, at 19:25:27
In reply to Re: Allison and Shar:Let's write a story/anyone » allisonm, posted by judy1 on July 22, 2002, at 17:07:15
Need help already.
Posted by Rach on July 22, 2002, at 20:22:38
In reply to Re: Allison and Shar:Let's write a story/anyone, posted by allisonm on July 22, 2002, at 14:49:20
"Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large yellow chunks of play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when...
Posted by allisonm on July 22, 2002, at 21:24:08
In reply to Re: It's not vomit..., posted by Rach on July 22, 2002, at 20:22:38
Posted by allisonm on July 22, 2002, at 21:32:08
In reply to Re: Allison and Shar:Let's write a story/anyone » allisonm, posted by judy1 on July 22, 2002, at 17:07:15
Actually, I had been imagining stir-fried tofu...
;-)
Posted by judy1 on July 22, 2002, at 21:35:23
In reply to Re: It's not vomit..., posted by Rach on July 22, 2002, at 20:22:38
"Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large
yellow chunks of play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when... along came a couple of Psycho Babblers looking for help...
Posted by judy1 on July 22, 2002, at 21:38:18
In reply to OK, a continuance :-), posted by judy1 on July 22, 2002, at 21:35:23
"Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large
yellow chunks of play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when... along came a couple of Psycho
Babblers looking for help... (which they couldn't find on the admin board)
Posted by Phil on July 22, 2002, at 22:06:21
In reply to OK, a continuance :-), posted by judy1 on July 22, 2002, at 21:35:23
...Hey you, yes you, chunk hair! You got any money or Xanax?
Posted by judy1 on July 22, 2002, at 23:33:39
In reply to Re: OK, a continuance :-), posted by Phil on July 22, 2002, at 22:06:21
Terrified, I pulled a giant wad of yellow gunk out of my hair. Thank God! (faith board) Inside was a 100 count bottle of 2mg Xanax.
Posted by shar on July 24, 2002, at 1:12:37
In reply to LOL » Phil, posted by judy1 on July 22, 2002, at 23:33:39
"Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large yellow chunks of play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when... along came a couple of Psycho Babblers looking for help... (which they couldn't find on the admin board)
...Hey you, yes you, chunk hair! You got any money or Xanax?
Terrified, I pulled a giant wad of yellow gunk out of my hair. Thank God! (faith board) Inside was a 100 count bottle of 2mg Xanax.
I quickly stashed the bottle of Xanax inside my coat pocket, hoping the psycho babblers had not noticed. When I looked to see what they were doing, they were comparing some of their meds...had about 35 bottles between them, ooh'ing and ah'ing over all the pretty colors.
Suddenly, one of the babblers...
Posted by CamW. on July 24, 2002, at 17:37:01
In reply to Another line or two...., posted by shar on July 24, 2002, at 1:12:37
"Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large yellow chunks of play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when... along came a couple of Psycho Babblers looking for help... (which they couldn't find on the admin board)
...Hey you, yes you, chunk hair! You got any money or Xanax?
Terrified, I pulled a giant wad of yellow gunk out of my hair. Thank God! (faith board) Inside was a 100 count bottle of 2mg Xanax.
I quickly stashed the bottle of Xanax inside my coat pocket, hoping the psycho babblers had not noticed. When I looked to see what they were doing, they were comparing some of their meds...had about 35 bottles between them, ooh'ing and ah'ing over all the pretty colors.
Suddenly, one of the babblers...
... happened to comment on something said by Lou, then ....
Posted by judy1 on July 24, 2002, at 22:05:38
In reply to Re: Another line or two...., posted by CamW. on July 24, 2002, at 17:37:01
Posted by Phil on July 25, 2002, at 7:04:20
In reply to Re: Another line or two...., posted by CamW. on July 24, 2002, at 17:37:01
> "Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large yellow chunks of play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when... along came a couple of Psycho Babblers looking for help... (which they couldn't find on the admin board)
>
> ...Hey you, yes you, chunk hair! You got any money or Xanax?
>
> Terrified, I pulled a giant wad of yellow gunk out of my hair. Thank God! (faith board) Inside was a 100 count bottle of 2mg Xanax.
>
> I quickly stashed the bottle of Xanax inside my coat pocket, hoping the psycho babblers had not noticed. When I looked to see what they were doing, they were comparing some of their meds...had about 35 bottles between them, ooh'ing and ah'ing over all the pretty colors.
>
> Suddenly, one of the babblers...
>
> ... happened to comment on something said by Lou, then ....>..noticed that the statue of a horse was relieving himself. So, it came to pass that the rider wasn't the talker. The rider was riding Mr. Ed. So...
>
>
Posted by coral on July 25, 2002, at 10:23:07
In reply to Re: Another line or two...., posted by Phil on July 25, 2002, at 7:04:20
No pun intended, I'm sure, eh, Phil? LOLOLOL
Posted by CamW. on July 25, 2002, at 12:52:25
In reply to Re: Another line or two...., posted by Phil on July 25, 2002, at 7:04:20
"Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large yellow chunks of play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when... along came a couple of Psycho Babblers looking for help... (which they couldn't find on the admin board)
...Hey you, yes you, chunk hair! You got any money or Xanax?
Terrified, I pulled a giant wad of yellow gunk out of my hair. Thank God! (faith board) Inside was a 100 count bottle of 2mg Xanax.
I quickly stashed the bottle of Xanax inside my coat pocket, hoping the psycho babblers had not noticed. When I looked to see what they were doing, they were comparing some of their meds...had about 35 bottles between them, ooh'ing and ah'ing over all the pretty colors.
Suddenly, one of the babblers...
... happened to comment on something said by Lou, then ....
..noticed that the statue of a horse was relieving himself. So, it came to pass that the rider wasn't the talker. The rider was riding Mr. Ed. So...
... many Babblers offered support, medication, and the like; but all offers were ignored. The Babblers decided to go on with their lives, living in a world with a blue sky, until ...
Posted by allisonm on July 25, 2002, at 20:23:45
In reply to Re: Another line or two...., posted by CamW. on July 25, 2002, at 12:52:25
"Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large yellow chunks of
play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when... along came a couple of Psycho Babblers looking for help... (which they
couldn't find on the admin board)...Hey you, yes you, chunk hair! You got any money or Xanax?
Terrified, I pulled a giant wad of yellow gunk out of my hair. Thank God! (faith board) Inside was a 100 count bottle of 2mg Xanax.
I quickly stashed the bottle of Xanax inside my coat pocket, hoping the psycho babblers had not noticed. When I looked to see what
they were doing, they were comparing some of their meds...had about 35 bottles between them, ooh'ing and ah'ing over all the pretty
colors.Suddenly, one of the babblers...
... happened to comment on something said by Lou, then ....
..noticed that the statue of a horse was relieving himself. So, it came to pass that the rider wasn't the talker. The rider was riding Mr. Ed.
So. many Babblers offered support, medication, and the like; but all offers were ignored. The Babblers decided to go on with their lives,
living in a world with a blue sky, until ...Jerry Garcia's ghost appeared from behind the peeing statue and, seeing that the Babblers' hands were full of mind-altering drugs, said, "Hey man, I'm back from the Dead. Care to share some of that?" The blue sky suddenly turned to all varieties of tie-dye pattern and dancing bears dropped from the trees. They all decided they were really hungry after their rescue attempt and went to Alice's Restaurant for a bite to eat. Once the Babblers and the bears found a table (Jerry didn't need a chair 'cause he could float), the waitress stopped by with the menus. "Today's specials," she said, "are.....
Posted by shar on July 28, 2002, at 5:18:26
In reply to Re: Another line or two...., posted by allisonm on July 25, 2002, at 20:23:45
"Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large yellow chunks of play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when... along came a couple of Psycho Babblers looking for help... (which they couldn't find on the admin board)
...Hey you, yes you, chunk hair! You got any money or Xanax?
Terrified, I pulled a giant wad of yellow gunk out of my hair. Thank God! (faith board) Inside was a 100 count bottle of 2mg Xanax.
I quickly stashed the bottle of Xanax inside my coat pocket, hoping the psycho babblers had not noticed. When I looked to see what they were doing, they were comparing some of their meds...had about 35 bottles between them, ooh'ing and ah'ing over all the pretty colors.
Suddenly, one of the babblers...
... happened to comment on something said by Lou, then ....
..noticed that the statue of a horse was relieving himself. So, it came to pass that the rider wasn't the talker. The rider was riding Mr. Ed.
So. many Babblers offered support, medication, and the like; but all offers were ignored. The Babblers decided to go on with their lives, living in a world with a blue sky, until ...Jerry Garcia's ghost appeared from behind the peeing statue and, seeing that the Babblers' hands were full of mind-altering drugs, said, "Hey man, I'm back from the Dead. Care to share some of that?"The blue sky suddenly turned to all varieties of tie-dye pattern and dancing bears dropped from the trees. They all decided they were really hungry after their rescue attempt and went to Alice's Restaurant for a bite to eat. Once the Babblers and the bears found a table (Jerry didn't need a chair 'cause he could float), the waitress stopped by with the menus. "Today's specials," she said, "are.....
...the BP II Steak and Egg Breakfast, the unipolar Black Bean taco, and the MPD Teriyaki Asparagus with Mole Sauce. Sides include OCD French Fries/uniform length and width, and the Unknown Illness-that-Includes-all-those-Symptoms freshly ground columbian coffee over i scream. And, this is the smoking section, so if you sit here you have to smoke."
Well, one of the psycho babblers said 'having a smoking section in a restaurant is like having a peeing section in a swimming pool.' Then, looked up to see the horse, riderless, stroll by.
"Oh! That reminds me," said ...
Posted by judy1 on July 28, 2002, at 12:32:32
In reply to Re: Another line or two...., posted by shar on July 28, 2002, at 5:18:26
and you are most definitely on a roll. My brain is down at the moment, so if you want to keep going, that would be great. take care, judy
Posted by shar on July 31, 2002, at 13:41:07
In reply to Re: Another line or two...., posted by shar on July 28, 2002, at 5:18:26
"Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large yellow chunks of play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when... along came a couple of Psycho Babblers looking for help... (which they couldn't find on the admin board)
...Hey you, yes you, chunk hair! You got any money or Xanax?
Terrified, I pulled a giant wad of yellow gunk out of my hair. Thank God! (faith board) Inside was a 100 count bottle of 2mg Xanax.
I quickly stashed the bottle of Xanax inside my coat pocket, hoping the psycho babblers had not noticed. When I looked to see what they were doing, they were comparing some of their meds...had about 35 bottles between them, ooh'ing and ah'ing over all the pretty colors.
Suddenly, one of the babblers...
... happened to comment on something said by Lou, then ....
..noticed that the statue of a horse was relieving himself. So, it came to pass that the rider wasn't the talker. The rider was riding Mr. Ed.
So. many Babblers offered support, medication, and the like; but all offers were ignored. The Babblers decided to go on with their lives, living in a world with a blue sky, until ...Jerry Garcia's ghost appeared from behind the peeing statue and, seeing that the Babblers' hands were full of mind-altering drugs, said, "Hey man, I'm back from the Dead. Care to share some of that?"
The blue sky suddenly turned to all varieties of tie-dye pattern and dancing bears dropped from the trees. They all decided they were really hungry after their rescue attempt and went to Alice's Restaurant for a bite to eat. Once the Babblers and the bears found a table (Jerry didn't need a chair 'cause he could float), the waitress stopped by with the menus. "Today's specials," she said, "are.....
...the BP II Steak and Egg Breakfast, the unipolar Black Bean taco, and the MPD Teriyaki Asparagus with Mole Sauce. Sides include OCD French Fries/uniform length and width, and the Unknown Illness-that-Includes-all-those-Symptoms freshly ground columbian coffee over i scream. And, this is the smoking section, so if you sit here you have to smoke."
Well, one of the psycho babblers said 'having a smoking section in a restaurant is like having a peeing section in a swimming pool.' Then, looked up to see the horse, riderless, stroll by.
"Oh! That reminds me," said ...
the doctor to the nurse. "That group there thinks they are out among the populace, in the real world, and call themselves Babblers. Of course, they are psycho, too, or they wouldn't be in here."The nurse was impressed. This was by far the most realistic delusion she had ever witnessed people playing out. "But, Doctor, what is it they are doing when they sit at the table and tap their fingers in front of them?"
"Oh," the doc said, "they think they are using a computer. There does not seem to be any harm in it so we don't try to interfere. In fact, the agitation factor of that group is much lower than most of the people here, at least the ones who have been here so long. I may get a research article out of this."
Seeing the doctor and nurse, one of the Babblers said to the group, "who the heck is that and what..."
Posted by allisonm on August 7, 2002, at 22:36:16
In reply to Re: Another line or two....feel free to add more.., posted by shar on July 31, 2002, at 13:41:07
"Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large yellow
chunks of play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when... along came a couple of Psycho Babblers looking for help...
(which they couldn't find on the admin board)...Hey you, yes you, chunk hair! You got any money or Xanax?
Terrified, I pulled a giant wad of yellow gunk out of my hair. Thank God! (faith board) Inside was a 100 count bottle of 2mg
Xanax.I quickly stashed the bottle of Xanax inside my coat pocket, hoping the psycho babblers had not noticed. When I looked to see what they were doing, they were comparing some of their meds...had about 35 bottles between them, ooh'ing and ah'ing over all the pretty colors.
Suddenly, one of the babblers...
... happened to comment on something said by Lou, then ......noticed that the statue of a horse was relieving himself. So, it came to pass that the rider wasn't the talker. The rider was riding
Mr. Ed.
So. many Babblers offered support, medication, and the like; but all offers were ignored. The Babblers decided to go on with
their lives, living in a world with a blue sky, until ...Jerry Garcia's ghost appeared from behind the peeing statue and, seeing that
the Babblers' hands were full of mind-altering drugs, said, "Hey man, I'm back from the Dead. Care to share some of that?"The blue sky suddenly turned to all varieties of tie-dye pattern and dancing bears dropped from the trees. They all decided
they were really hungry after their rescue attempt and went to Alice's Restaurant for a bite to eat. Once the Babblers and the
bears found a table (Jerry didn't need a chair 'cause he could float), the waitress stopped by with the menus. "Today's
specials," she said, "are........the BP II Steak and Egg Breakfast, the unipolar Black Bean taco, and the MPD Teriyaki Asparagus with Mole Sauce. Sides
include OCD French Fries/uniform length and width, and the Unknown Illness-that-Includes-all-those-Symptoms freshly
ground columbian coffee over i scream. And, this is the smoking section, so if you sit here you have to smoke."Well, one of the psycho babblers said 'having a smoking section in a restaurant is like having a peeing section in a swimming
pool.' Then, looked up to see the horse, riderless, stroll by."Oh! That reminds me," said ...
the doctor to the nurse. "That group there thinks they are out among the populace, in the real world, and call themselves
Babblers. Of course, they are psycho, too, or they wouldn't be in here."The nurse was impressed. This was by far the most realistic delusion she had ever witnessed people playing out. "But, Doctor,
what is it they are doing when they sit at the table and tap their fingers in front of them?""Oh," the doc said, "they think they are using a computer. There does not seem to be any harm in it so we don't try to
interfere. In fact, the agitation factor of that group is much lower than most of the people here, at least the ones who have been
here so long. I may get a research article out of this."Seeing the doctor and nurse, one of the Babblers said to the group, "who the heck is that and what...
...are they doing in OUR delusion? Just who do they think they are -- mental health professionals? Fie, I say, fie on you! And while you're at it, waitress, get me some tapioca pudding with whipped cream and Neurontin sprinkles on top!!"
"Please be civil," said a kind and benevolent if occasionally misunderstood Babbler named Phil, "they're only trying to do their jobs, poor bast-.... um.... poor dears.... Please be civil, or you'll have to be blocked."Meantime, I had decided to stay out of the administrative quicksand pit and content myself by continuing to pull the yellow chunks out of my now very thin hair, and try to scrape the rest off the collar of my coat before anyone else in the restaurant noticed -- especially the horse.
But lo and behold, just as those very words were coming out of Phil's mouth, the door to the restaurant opened and in came...
Posted by Kath on August 26, 2002, at 15:54:20
In reply to Re: Another line or two....feel free to add more.., posted by allisonm on August 7, 2002, at 22:36:16
> "Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large yellow
> chunks of play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when... along came a couple of Psycho Babblers looking for help...
> (which they couldn't find on the admin board)
>
> ...Hey you, yes you, chunk hair! You got any money or Xanax?
>
> Terrified, I pulled a giant wad of yellow gunk out of my hair. Thank God! (faith board) Inside was a 100 count bottle of 2mg
> Xanax.
>
> I quickly stashed the bottle of Xanax inside my coat pocket, hoping the psycho babblers had not noticed. When I looked to see what they were doing, they were comparing some of their meds...had about 35 bottles between them, ooh'ing and ah'ing over all the pretty colors.
>
> Suddenly, one of the babblers...
> ... happened to comment on something said by Lou, then ....
>
> ..noticed that the statue of a horse was relieving himself. So, it came to pass that the rider wasn't the talker. The rider was riding
> Mr. Ed.
> So. many Babblers offered support, medication, and the like; but all offers were ignored. The Babblers decided to go on with
> their lives, living in a world with a blue sky, until ...Jerry Garcia's ghost appeared from behind the peeing statue and, seeing that
> the Babblers' hands were full of mind-altering drugs, said, "Hey man, I'm back from the Dead. Care to share some of that?"
>
> The blue sky suddenly turned to all varieties of tie-dye pattern and dancing bears dropped from the trees. They all decided
> they were really hungry after their rescue attempt and went to Alice's Restaurant for a bite to eat. Once the Babblers and the
> bears found a table (Jerry didn't need a chair 'cause he could float), the waitress stopped by with the menus. "Today's
> specials," she said, "are.....
>
> ...the BP II Steak and Egg Breakfast, the unipolar Black Bean taco, and the MPD Teriyaki Asparagus with Mole Sauce. Sides
> include OCD French Fries/uniform length and width, and the Unknown Illness-that-Includes-all-those-Symptoms freshly
> ground columbian coffee over i scream. And, this is the smoking section, so if you sit here you have to smoke."
>
> Well, one of the psycho babblers said 'having a smoking section in a restaurant is like having a peeing section in a swimming
> pool.' Then, looked up to see the horse, riderless, stroll by.
>
> "Oh! That reminds me," said ...
>
> the doctor to the nurse. "That group there thinks they are out among the populace, in the real world, and call themselves
> Babblers. Of course, they are psycho, too, or they wouldn't be in here."
>
> The nurse was impressed. This was by far the most realistic delusion she had ever witnessed people playing out. "But, Doctor,
> what is it they are doing when they sit at the table and tap their fingers in front of them?"
>
> "Oh," the doc said, "they think they are using a computer. There does not seem to be any harm in it so we don't try to
> interfere. In fact, the agitation factor of that group is much lower than most of the people here, at least the ones who have been
> here so long. I may get a research article out of this."
>
> Seeing the doctor and nurse, one of the Babblers said to the group, "who the heck is that and what...
>
> ...are they doing in OUR delusion? Just who do they think they are -- mental health professionals? Fie, I say, fie on you! And while you're at it, waitress, get me some tapioca pudding with whipped cream and Neurontin sprinkles on top!!"
> "Please be civil," said a kind and benevolent if occasionally misunderstood Babbler named Phil, "they're only trying to do their jobs, poor bast-.... um.... poor dears.... Please be civil, or you'll have to be blocked."
>
> Meantime, I had decided to stay out of the administrative quicksand pit and content myself by continuing to pull the yellow chunks out of my now very thin hair, and try to scrape the rest off the collar of my coat before anyone else in the restaurant noticed -- especially the horse.
> But lo and behold, just as those very words were coming out of Phil's mouth, the door to the restaurant opened and in came...Dr. Bob, leading Kath by the hand. He scowled and said, "This one escaped! Haven't seen her for a god's age - eh, I mean goddess' age - eh I mean dog's age. She's still taking her Celexa, but says she is feeling loony enough to pop in here for a bit of fun....I found her sitting at a table tapping her fingers on it & laughing her ass off at what she thought she was reading!" Everyone stared, especially Cam, and before anyone knew what was happening -
Posted by tina on October 4, 2002, at 8:03:55
In reply to Re: Another line or two....feel free to add more.., posted by Kath on August 26, 2002, at 15:54:20
> > "Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large yellow
> > chunks of play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when... along came a couple of Psycho Babblers looking for help...
> > (which they couldn't find on the admin board)
> >
> > ...Hey you, yes you, chunk hair! You got any money or Xanax?
> >
> > Terrified, I pulled a giant wad of yellow gunk out of my hair. Thank God! (faith board) Inside was a 100 count bottle of 2mg
> > Xanax.
> >
> > I quickly stashed the bottle of Xanax inside my coat pocket, hoping the psycho babblers had not noticed. When I looked to see what they were doing, they were comparing some of their meds...had about 35 bottles between them, ooh'ing and ah'ing over all the pretty colors.
> >
> > Suddenly, one of the babblers...
> > ... happened to comment on something said by Lou, then ....
> >
> > ..noticed that the statue of a horse was relieving himself. So, it came to pass that the rider wasn't the talker. The rider was riding
> > Mr. Ed.
> > So. many Babblers offered support, medication, and the like; but all offers were ignored. The Babblers decided to go on with
> > their lives, living in a world with a blue sky, until ...Jerry Garcia's ghost appeared from behind the peeing statue and, seeing that
> > the Babblers' hands were full of mind-altering drugs, said, "Hey man, I'm back from the Dead. Care to share some of that?"
> >
> > The blue sky suddenly turned to all varieties of tie-dye pattern and dancing bears dropped from the trees. They all decided
> > they were really hungry after their rescue attempt and went to Alice's Restaurant for a bite to eat. Once the Babblers and the
> > bears found a table (Jerry didn't need a chair 'cause he could float), the waitress stopped by with the menus. "Today's
> > specials," she said, "are.....
> >
> > ...the BP II Steak and Egg Breakfast, the unipolar Black Bean taco, and the MPD Teriyaki Asparagus with Mole Sauce. Sides
> > include OCD French Fries/uniform length and width, and the Unknown Illness-that-Includes-all-those-Symptoms freshly
> > ground columbian coffee over i scream. And, this is the smoking section, so if you sit here you have to smoke."
> >
> > Well, one of the psycho babblers said 'having a smoking section in a restaurant is like having a peeing section in a swimming
> > pool.' Then, looked up to see the horse, riderless, stroll by.
> >
> > "Oh! That reminds me," said ...
> >
> > the doctor to the nurse. "That group there thinks they are out among the populace, in the real world, and call themselves
> > Babblers. Of course, they are psycho, too, or they wouldn't be in here."
> >
> > The nurse was impressed. This was by far the most realistic delusion she had ever witnessed people playing out. "But, Doctor,
> > what is it they are doing when they sit at the table and tap their fingers in front of them?"
> >
> > "Oh," the doc said, "they think they are using a computer. There does not seem to be any harm in it so we don't try to
> > interfere. In fact, the agitation factor of that group is much lower than most of the people here, at least the ones who have been
> > here so long. I may get a research article out of this."
> >
> > Seeing the doctor and nurse, one of the Babblers said to the group, "who the heck is that and what...
> >
> > ...are they doing in OUR delusion? Just who do they think they are -- mental health professionals? Fie, I say, fie on you! And while you're at it, waitress, get me some tapioca pudding with whipped cream and Neurontin sprinkles on top!!"
> > "Please be civil," said a kind and benevolent if occasionally misunderstood Babbler named Phil, "they're only trying to do their jobs, poor bast-.... um.... poor dears.... Please be civil, or you'll have to be blocked."
> >
> > Meantime, I had decided to stay out of the administrative quicksand pit and content myself by continuing to pull the yellow chunks out of my now very thin hair, and try to scrape the rest off the collar of my coat before anyone else in the restaurant noticed -- especially the horse.
> > But lo and behold, just as those very words were coming out of Phil's mouth, the door to the restaurant opened and in came...
>
> Dr. Bob, leading Kath by the hand. He scowled and said, "This one escaped! Haven't seen her for a god's age - eh, I mean goddess' age - eh I mean dog's age. She's still taking her Celexa, but says she is feeling loony enough to pop in here for a bit of fun....I found her sitting at a table tapping her fingers on it & laughing her ass off at what she thought she was reading!" Everyone stared, especially Cam, and before anyone knew what was happening -
>Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy materialised in the room, phasers drawn and looking quite ridiculous dressed in bellbottom flood pants and polyester tunics......
>
>
Posted by kath on November 4, 2002, at 20:11:26
In reply to Re: Another line or two....feel free to add more.., posted by tina on October 4, 2002, at 8:03:55
> > > "Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large yellow
> > > chunks of play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when... along came a couple of Psycho Babblers looking for help...
> > > (which they couldn't find on the admin board)
> > >
> > > ...Hey you, yes you, chunk hair! You got any money or Xanax?
> > >
> > > Terrified, I pulled a giant wad of yellow gunk out of my hair. Thank God! (faith board) Inside was a 100 count bottle of 2mg
> > > Xanax.
> > >
> > > I quickly stashed the bottle of Xanax inside my coat pocket, hoping the psycho babblers had not noticed. When I looked to see what they were doing, they were comparing some of their meds...had about 35 bottles between them, ooh'ing and ah'ing over all the pretty colors.
> > >
> > > Suddenly, one of the babblers...
> > > ... happened to comment on something said by Lou, then ....
> > >
> > > ..noticed that the statue of a horse was relieving himself. So, it came to pass that the rider wasn't the talker. The rider was riding
> > > Mr. Ed.
> > > So. many Babblers offered support, medication, and the like; but all offers were ignored. The Babblers decided to go on with
> > > their lives, living in a world with a blue sky, until ...Jerry Garcia's ghost appeared from behind the peeing statue and, seeing that
> > > the Babblers' hands were full of mind-altering drugs, said, "Hey man, I'm back from the Dead. Care to share some of that?"
> > >
> > > The blue sky suddenly turned to all varieties of tie-dye pattern and dancing bears dropped from the trees. They all decided
> > > they were really hungry after their rescue attempt and went to Alice's Restaurant for a bite to eat. Once the Babblers and the
> > > bears found a table (Jerry didn't need a chair 'cause he could float), the waitress stopped by with the menus. "Today's
> > > specials," she said, "are.....
> > >
> > > ...the BP II Steak and Egg Breakfast, the unipolar Black Bean taco, and the MPD Teriyaki Asparagus with Mole Sauce. Sides
> > > include OCD French Fries/uniform length and width, and the Unknown Illness-that-Includes-all-those-Symptoms freshly
> > > ground columbian coffee over i scream. And, this is the smoking section, so if you sit here you have to smoke."
> > >
> > > Well, one of the psycho babblers said 'having a smoking section in a restaurant is like having a peeing section in a swimming
> > > pool.' Then, looked up to see the horse, riderless, stroll by.
> > >
> > > "Oh! That reminds me," said ...
> > >
> > > the doctor to the nurse. "That group there thinks they are out among the populace, in the real world, and call themselves
> > > Babblers. Of course, they are psycho, too, or they wouldn't be in here."
> > >
> > > The nurse was impressed. This was by far the most realistic delusion she had ever witnessed people playing out. "But, Doctor,
> > > what is it they are doing when they sit at the table and tap their fingers in front of them?"
> > >
> > > "Oh," the doc said, "they think they are using a computer. There does not seem to be any harm in it so we don't try to
> > > interfere. In fact, the agitation factor of that group is much lower than most of the people here, at least the ones who have been
> > > here so long. I may get a research article out of this."
> > >
> > > Seeing the doctor and nurse, one of the Babblers said to the group, "who the heck is that and what...
> > >
> > > ...are they doing in OUR delusion? Just who do they think they are -- mental health professionals? Fie, I say, fie on you! And while you're at it, waitress, get me some tapioca pudding with whipped cream and Neurontin sprinkles on top!!"
> > > "Please be civil," said a kind and benevolent if occasionally misunderstood Babbler named Phil, "they're only trying to do their jobs, poor bast-.... um.... poor dears.... Please be civil, or you'll have to be blocked."
> > >
> > > Meantime, I had decided to stay out of the administrative quicksand pit and content myself by continuing to pull the yellow chunks out of my now very thin hair, and try to scrape the rest off the collar of my coat before anyone else in the restaurant noticed -- especially the horse.
> > > But lo and behold, just as those very words were coming out of Phil's mouth, the door to the restaurant opened and in came...
> >
> > Dr. Bob, leading Kath by the hand. He scowled and said, "This one escaped! Haven't seen her for a god's age - eh, I mean goddess' age - eh I mean dog's age. She's still taking her Celexa, but says she is feeling loony enough to pop in here for a bit of fun....I found her sitting at a table tapping her fingers on it & laughing her ass off at what she thought she was reading!" Everyone stared, especially Cam, and before anyone knew what was happening -
> >
>
> Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy materialised in the room, phasers drawn and looking quite ridiculous dressed in bellbottom flood pants and polyester tunics......
Dr. Bob paled, and took 3 quick steps towards them. "What do you think you're doing?!" he asked angrily. "Don't you know that phasers & civility cannot exist in the same place?" He put his hands on his hips & frowned frighteningly. "Please be civil! Ditch the phasers this instant!"
Dr. McCoy glanced quickly at Captain Kirk & said to Dr. Bob, "I can't do that, Bob. We're here to apprehend Jerry Garcia's ghost. Please get out of our way!"...............
Posted by noa on December 24, 2002, at 20:15:54
In reply to Re: Another line or two....feel free to add more.., posted by kath on November 4, 2002, at 20:11:26
But Kirk interrupted with his classic gesture, hand extended upright in that wise, philosophical posture of the intergallactic priest, "Wait", he whispered, "McCoy, what are those tiny multi-colored orbs they are playing with, is it some sort of cosmic game?" "No", whispered back McCoy, "those are relics of medicine's dark past about which we doctors cringe with hideous shame, relics of a time when medical professionals knew no more than to bombard the delicate networks of the human brain with the brute force of tiny little, though not without a certain esthetic in their color schemes, dirty bombs laden with overkill."
"Oh", said Kirk, "then...
Posted by noa on December 24, 2002, at 21:57:14
In reply to Re: Another line or two....feel free to add more.., posted by kath on November 4, 2002, at 20:11:26
> > > > "Yesterday I was sitting on the low end of the teeter-totter at the playground on Elm Street, carefully picking large yellow
> > > > chunks of play-doh out of my hair. I was singing to myself when... along came a couple of Psycho Babblers looking for help...
> > > > (which they couldn't find on the admin board)
> > > >
> > > > ...Hey you, yes you, chunk hair! You got any money or Xanax?
> > > >
> > > > Terrified, I pulled a giant wad of yellow gunk out of my hair. Thank God! (faith board) Inside was a 100 count bottle of 2mg
> > > > Xanax.
> > > >
> > > > I quickly stashed the bottle of Xanax inside my coat pocket, hoping the psycho babblers had not noticed. When I looked to see what they were doing, they were comparing some of their meds...had about 35 bottles between them, ooh'ing and ah'ing over all the pretty colors.
> > > >
> > > > Suddenly, one of the babblers...
> > > > ... happened to comment on something said by Lou, then ....
> > > >
> > > > ..noticed that the statue of a horse was relieving himself. So, it came to pass that the rider wasn't the talker. The rider was riding
> > > > Mr. Ed.
> > > > So. many Babblers offered support, medication, and the like; but all offers were ignored. The Babblers decided to go on with
> > > > their lives, living in a world with a blue sky, until ...Jerry Garcia's ghost appeared from behind the peeing statue and, seeing that
> > > > the Babblers' hands were full of mind-altering drugs, said, "Hey man, I'm back from the Dead. Care to share some of that?"
> > > >
> > > > The blue sky suddenly turned to all varieties of tie-dye pattern and dancing bears dropped from the trees. They all decided
> > > > they were really hungry after their rescue attempt and went to Alice's Restaurant for a bite to eat. Once the Babblers and the
> > > > bears found a table (Jerry didn't need a chair 'cause he could float), the waitress stopped by with the menus. "Today's
> > > > specials," she said, "are.....
> > > >
> > > > ...the BP II Steak and Egg Breakfast, the unipolar Black Bean taco, and the MPD Teriyaki Asparagus with Mole Sauce. Sides
> > > > include OCD French Fries/uniform length and width, and the Unknown Illness-that-Includes-all-those-Symptoms freshly
> > > > ground columbian coffee over i scream. And, this is the smoking section, so if you sit here you have to smoke."
> > > >
> > > > Well, one of the psycho babblers said 'having a smoking section in a restaurant is like having a peeing section in a swimming
> > > > pool.' Then, looked up to see the horse, riderless, stroll by.
> > > >
> > > > "Oh! That reminds me," said ...
> > > >
> > > > the doctor to the nurse. "That group there thinks they are out among the populace, in the real world, and call themselves
> > > > Babblers. Of course, they are psycho, too, or they wouldn't be in here."
> > > >
> > > > The nurse was impressed. This was by far the most realistic delusion she had ever witnessed people playing out. "But, Doctor,
> > > > what is it they are doing when they sit at the table and tap their fingers in front of them?"
> > > >
> > > > "Oh," the doc said, "they think they are using a computer. There does not seem to be any harm in it so we don't try to
> > > > interfere. In fact, the agitation factor of that group is much lower than most of the people here, at least the ones who have been
> > > > here so long. I may get a research article out of this."
> > > >
> > > > Seeing the doctor and nurse, one of the Babblers said to the group, "who the heck is that and what...
> > > >
> > > > ...are they doing in OUR delusion? Just who do they think they are -- mental health professionals? Fie, I say, fie on you! And while you're at it, waitress, get me some tapioca pudding with whipped cream and Neurontin sprinkles on top!!"
> > > > "Please be civil," said a kind and benevolent if occasionally misunderstood Babbler named Phil, "they're only trying to do their jobs, poor bast-.... um.... poor dears.... Please be civil, or you'll have to be blocked."
> > > >
> > > > Meantime, I had decided to stay out of the administrative quicksand pit and content myself by continuing to pull the yellow chunks out of my now very thin hair, and try to scrape the rest off the collar of my coat before anyone else in the restaurant noticed -- especially the horse.
> > > > But lo and behold, just as those very words were coming out of Phil's mouth, the door to the restaurant opened and in came...
> > >
> > > Dr. Bob, leading Kath by the hand. He scowled and said, "This one escaped! Haven't seen her for a god's age - eh, I mean goddess' age - eh I mean dog's age. She's still taking her Celexa, but says she is feeling loony enough to pop in here for a bit of fun....I found her sitting at a table tapping her fingers on it & laughing her ass off at what she thought she was reading!" Everyone stared, especially Cam, and before anyone knew what was happening -
> > >
> >
> > Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy materialised in the room, phasers drawn and looking quite ridiculous dressed in bellbottom flood pants and polyester tunics......
>
> Dr. Bob paled, and took 3 quick steps towards them. "What do you think you're doing?!" he asked angrily. "Don't you know that phasers & civility cannot exist in the same place?" He put his hands on his hips & frowned frighteningly. "Please be civil! Ditch the phasers this instant!"
> Dr. McCoy glanced quickly at Captain Kirk & said to Dr. Bob, "I can't do that, Bob. We're here to apprehend Jerry Garcia's ghost. Please get out of our way!"...............But Kirk interrupted with his classic gesture, hand extended upright in that wise, philosophical posture of the intergallactic priest, "Wait", he whispered, "McCoy, what are those tiny multi-colored orbs they are playing with, is it some sort of cosmic game?" "No", whispered back McCoy, "those are relics of medicine's dark past about which we doctors cringe with hideous shame, relics of a time when medical professionals knew no more than to bombard the delicate networks of the human brain with the brute force of tiny little, though not without a certain esthetic in their color schemes, dirty bombs laden with overkill."
"Oh", said Kirk, "then...
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