I see, on her bedside table, a dog-eared copy of Tom Robbins' Jitterbug Perfume. This tells me two things about her:
1.She probably wouldn't know good literature if it bit her on the ass.
2.She'll probably let me bite her in the ass.
I need pictures, like teeth on a hefty roll of ass-flesh...just don't come down with a case of the grippe.
Posted by: Carleton Chester Apes at 08.03.04 21:05Chet- By "grippe" I assume you mean influenza. This is not contracted through ass-biting. Some believe that exposure to the elements causes the flu, as in "I opened up the window and influenza". This is also a fallacy. Dr. Beate Eigler (http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=de&u=http://www.netdoktor.de/krankheiten/fakta/influenza.htm&prev=/search%3Fq%3D%2Bgrippe%26start%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26ie%3DUTF-8%26client%3DREAL-tb%26sa%3DN) explains:
"Flu (Influenza) is an infection of the respiratory system through Influenza viruses so mentioned. These viruses damage the mucous membrane of the respiratory system. Thus the entrance of viralen poison materials (Toxine) or certain bacteria is made possible into the body.
Flu arises frequently up in the typical flu season (in the Northern Hemisphere from December to April) and is much sticking on: A frequent consequence are flu epidemic diseases so mentioned (strongly accumulated up occurrence of flu in a limited area and at a certain time). Global epidemic diseases or Pandemien (propagation of an infection over countries and continents) were since the Pandemie of 1918/19 (Spanish flu), with which more than 20 million humans deceased to register all ten to 15 years. At the end of of 1997 and 2004 broke the bird flu off , with which flu viruses became to transfer from chickens to humans in Asia. A Pandemie could be prevented only by the mass slaughtering by chickens."
Watch out for them chickens!
oh, uh...pardon me, I meant 'malaise'...very general malaise...the sort of malaise which might prompt the question "Am I really sick..." to wit, one might hollowly respond "...I'm not sure." A protracted period of vaugeness might follow, and then just more general malaise and then maybe the question "Oh, do you like Tom Robbins?"
I actually wouldn't be too critical in this situation if I were this purported inducting single guy. A Tom Robbins book on the night stand indicates nothing more than one who enjoys harmless reading. In fact its refreshingly unpretentious...like old spice deodorant, or diet cola, or a book about Hank Aaron. It might have been Paul Auster, or Don Delillo but instead it was the slightly more goofy and annoying Robbins. What the hey. When I think of the books I've product placed in key areas around my various abodes I'm almost ashamed : Knots by RD Laing, The Bhagavad Gita, HL Mencken, Mythologies by Roland Barthes, Wittgensteins blue and brown books, A pictoral history of Barbie, Ham on Rye, The way of Zen, 100 years of solitude, Anti-semite and Jew by Sartre, Vachss, The French Laundry Cookbook, From Caligari to Hittler, Wealth of Nations the list goes on and on and on and on...and you know what, I have no idea what I was trying to accomplish by having these fucking books all over the place...well, except for the French Laundry because you have to make sesame tuiles perfect or not at all. The point is that a malaise, in addition to the flu is what must be gaurded against.
oh, uh...pardon me, I meant 'malaise'...very general malaise...the sort of malaise which might prompt the question "Am I really sick..." to wit, one might hollowly respond "...I'm not sure." A protracted period of vaugeness might follow, and then just more general malaise and then maybe the question "Oh, do you like Tom Robbins?"
I actually wouldn't be too critical in this situation if I were this purported inducting single guy. A Tom Robbins book on the night stand indicates nothing more than one who enjoys harmless reading. In fact its refreshingly unpretentious...like old spice deodorant, or diet cola, or a book about Hank Aaron. It might have been Paul Auster, or Don Delillo but instead it was the slightly more goofy and annoying Robbins. What the hey. When I think of the books I've product placed in key areas around my various abodes I'm almost ashamed : Knots by RD Laing, The Bhagavad Gita, HL Mencken, Mythologies by Roland Barthes, Wittgensteins blue and brown books, A pictoral history of Barbie, Ham on Rye, The way of Zen, 100 years of solitude, Anti-semite and Jew by Sartre, Vachss, The French Laundry Cookbook, From Caligari to Hittler, Wealth of Nations the list goes on and on and on and on...and you know what, I have no idea what I was trying to accomplish by having these fucking books all over the place...well, except for the French Laundry because you have to make sesame tuiles perfect or not at all. The point is that a malaise, in addition to the flu is what must be gaurded against.