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April 24, 2001 :: "Adventures in Idiotville"
Today was quite possibly one of the stupidest days in my entire existence. All of it my fault. It began last night. My dear friend Susan had just returned from a long cruise and wanted to go out to dinner with me to catch up. I declined in favor of finishing up some freelance. Big mistake. The freelance went fine. It was what I did for a meal that did me in.
I needed something quick to eat, so I hastily threw together a sandwich. I noticed that the rye bread had some blue mold on the edges. Being a typical guy, I ripped off the edges and ate it anyways. This is known as A Very Bad Thing To Do.
Know anything about moldy rye bread? Back in the Middle Ages it was responsible for several outbreaks of religious visions known as St. Anthony’s Fire. Mold on rye bread becomes ergot - homemade LSD. I woke up at 3 am vomiting on my chest. Nice. A good start to the day. Enough about that.
When I finally fell asleep I had a bizarre dream. I was building an interface in Flash. Every button turned into a large sunflower seed and oozed out of the monitor onto my desk. I started screaming that someone had obviously sabotaged my computer. I also noticed that the sliders I created on this interface weren’t behaving. Rather than changing pages they changed the weather outside.
Think I’ve been working too much?
The day only got better. I received a nice email from Michael. He was asking about how I switched this site to Greymatter. Then he said how much he’s always liked my site and followed it’s progress. I answered back, writing that his site, Oddfellow, was always one of my personal favorites too.
This would be fine if the email had in fact, come from Michael Brown, creator of Oddfellow. It didn’t. Oops! It was from the other Michael that I link to. The I.Me.Michael Michael. As I hit send I noticed the error. Too late of course. I turned eight shades of red.
Yes, I apologized to Michael. I felt terrible and still do. [ BTW, both Michaels have recently done beautiful site redesigns. ]
Was that the last stupid thing I did? Oh no. I managed to top those. I locked my keys in my truck. And my cell phone. And my backpack. And my jacket. And my security passes for GM.
It was 45° out and the sun was dropping below the horizon. Half hour and $65 later I had them back.
I sure hope tomorrow is better...
Wow. You've really been through the wars. Hope you're feeling better now tho!
Sorry to hear about the "trip." I wonder what you could get for that bread on the street? I'm sure SOMEone would buy it.
so, was there a coyote with the voice of johnny cash?
Uh... ya lost me on that Denise.
Is it safe to eat moldy bread?
I’ll let you know by morning
sorry, that was a reference to when homer ate the guatemalan chili pepper of insanity.
wow. where can i get me one of them thangs?
Your dream reminds me of when we were kids and would be tripping and the phone rang. Everyone was too scared to answer it, because there were voices on the other end. And we NEVER turned on the TV.
This is also interesting:
He said. She said. There’s 10 Comments
Also, just wanted to say that the article you linked on St Anthony's Fire was extremely interesting - because halfway down I discovered it talking about the drug I'm currently taking for my migraines. Very, *very* interesting stuff... thanks for linking it.
pixeldiva :: 25 April, 2001 11:43 AM
Not me, of course. What?
michaelbrown :: 25 April, 2001 01:03 PM
denise :: 25 April, 2001 01:51 PM
Davezilla :: 25 April, 2001 02:04 PM
Leia :: 25 April, 2001 02:21 PM
Davezilla :: 25 April, 2001 02:41 PM
denise :: 25 April, 2001 02:54 PM
Davezilla :: 25 April, 2001 04:20 PM
Charles :: 25 April, 2001 06:53 PM
". . . mold is responsible for several women being labeled "witches" during the Salem Witch Trials. She says that in 1692, women attending a witches coven in Salem ate bread made from moldy rye flour. The mold produced a poison called ergot, which caused hallucinations, nausea, temporary blindness and deafness, and pinching and burning sensations in those who ate the bread.Additionally, a sliced tree showed the rings (each ring equals one growing season) back to that time indicating a wetter than usual growing season for 1691-2. Since the bread was made from rye, which is subject to molding wet environments, this supports such a hypothesis"
from
http://answermd.com/HealthAndVitality/mold.html
charles :: 25 April, 2001 07:01 PM
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