I could think of worse times to be struck down with illness. For instance, say in the future, there's a nuclear war, and sealed-off communities are created for people who're fit, healthy and intelligent so that they may survive and recreate the human race once Nuclear Winter has finished. You, and thousands of other people, travel to the sealed off community, where a man in a radiation or biohazard suit hands out a piece of paper with a list of questions on to test your suitability.
After handing the piece of paper back, and camping outside the settlement (and fighting off radioactive zombies), another man in a biohazard suit comes outside, wanders over to you and three other people and asks them to come inside the settlement to the "quarrantine" area. Once there, you get to see the life of relative luxury the people inside lead, and you're sat down to be interviewed. Despite your nervousness, you pull off the interview perfectly, regaling the people with stories about how you perfected cold fusion and such-like. Suffice to say, the settlement people are impressed, and they go to fetch their leader so that he may meet you and, like them, be impressed by your depth of skill and knowledge. The Mayor, who is also wearing a biohazard suit, offers you a place inside the settlement. You agree, and he smiles and takes off his helmet.
Then you sneeze, destroying the purity of the settlement, spreading an infection amongst the otherwise sterile environment. The human race is doomed, and the radioactive zombies get the ones that don't catch the illness you carry.
I too am feeling the effects of some sort of flu-like bug since Friday evening, and do remember chatting with you a couple of times. Andy-B reports similar, as does my other half, Miss Eve. Such is the way with large gatherings... I recommend huge amounts of food and sleep. (which is my excuse for staying in bed and stuffing my face.)
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Date: 2005-04-17 01:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-17 03:00 pm (UTC)Get well soon.
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Date: 2005-04-17 03:35 pm (UTC)After handing the piece of paper back, and camping outside the settlement (and fighting off radioactive zombies), another man in a biohazard suit comes outside, wanders over to you and three other people and asks them to come inside the settlement to the "quarrantine" area. Once there, you get to see the life of relative luxury the people inside lead, and you're sat down to be interviewed. Despite your nervousness, you pull off the interview perfectly, regaling the people with stories about how you perfected cold fusion and such-like. Suffice to say, the settlement people are impressed, and they go to fetch their leader so that he may meet you and, like them, be impressed by your depth of skill and knowledge. The Mayor, who is also wearing a biohazard suit, offers you a place inside the settlement. You agree, and he smiles and takes off his helmet.
Then you sneeze, destroying the purity of the settlement, spreading an infection amongst the otherwise sterile environment. The human race is doomed, and the radioactive zombies get the ones that don't catch the illness you carry.
See? There are worse times to get an illness.
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Date: 2005-04-18 11:24 am (UTC)