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Head & Games

Thursday, Jul. 20, 2006 - 1:07 a.m.

This is possibly one of the most obviously under-maintained web sites I have ever seen.

But somehow, I'll forgive this particular fellow. :-)

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John was so utterly wiped out by being up with me through Tuesday night that he took Wednesday off.

I barfed so hard that night I actually got a scalp cramp.

After the worst was over, and I was eating terrible food, he asked me how my migraine was doing, and it was okay, relatively speaking, and he remembered something he'd read once about the description of a hangover by a writer named Andrew Offutt, and when he relayed that description to me, I felt far too much kindred. In fact, I modified the original wording so that it more accurately described a migraine.

It went something like this:

First, pretend the inside of your skull is a big wooden floor, like a dance studio. No carpeting, just wall to wall wood. Then pretend one end of that room is filled with dozens of old metal roller skates that you put on your shoe with a key, along with several shopping carts, and maybe a few metal trash cans.

Every time you tilt your head to an angle, all of those skates and trash cans and shopping carts go roaring down that slanted floor to the far wall.

Rollrollrollrollrollroll CRAASSHHHH!!!!

Then when you tilt your head the other way, the same thing happens again: Rollrollrollrollrollroll CRAASSHHHH!!!!

Heaven forbid, if you have the temerity to presume you are going to do drastic things like actually stand up, or turn on a light, then you get to add either of the following:

One big guy with a gong, like at the beginning of those movie credits, or

An industrial-sized toy box full of those little wind-up monkeys that screech and play the cymbals.

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Anyway, somehow, it's over with.

Thank you, John.

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Zinedine Zidane is on the hot seat at a FIFA hearing about the headbutt.

Butthead. Headbutt. Butthead. Headbutt.

And Floyd Landis hit his wall a smidge too early and dropped from first to eleventh place in the overall standings in the Tour De France.

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I think that's it. Have a good Thursday.

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