As Murphy laughs...

When I saw my doctor on Thursday, he mentioned that he had been out a couple of days himself with a sore throat. Sounded pretty hoarse. I joked with him in the "physician, heal thyself" vein and went to do my labs.

Guess what I woke up with yesterday?

So, low K, allergies from hell, and a sore throat.

Hans Moravec, where are you in my hour of need? I want my mind uploaded to a bush robot, and I want it now!

Of course, I'm now amused by the image of a fractal robot with a Giants cap perched on top...

Beer.

Beer is a wonderful thing.

When one has a sore throat, one beer sooths it. Two beers and you forget you had a sore throat in the first place.

It can almost help you deal with a heartbreaking Giants loss.

And it makes this so much better:

That's Phillip Wellman, manager of the AA Mississippi Braves, melting down after a disagreement with the umpires.

Wonder if I have any chili left... it makes a wonderful companion to good beer.

Attention Bay Area Fandom

Do not ever try to use my health issues as an argument against kshandra's ability to perform her duties at a convention. What is going on with me is none of your fucking business, and I will not tolerate it. At all.

There was one time all Baycon where I needed Kiri to not work, and that was to get me out of the hospital Saturday morning. Other than that, she did what she had to do.

If there is anyone who actually thinks that I'm so frail that being married to me is a detriment to her ability to work cons, let me know and I'll meet you in the dojo/alleyway of your choice for a personal demonstration of just how fit I am. Be sure to bring your medical insurance card and some contact numbers for afterwards.

Yes, I really am this pissed off. Yes, my health is dicey, but to try to use it in fannish politics is so low that I am ready to go on jihad against the moron who pulled this crap. She knows who she is, and should know to avoid me for the next few years.