Or to be more precise, something’s gone viral on me. Yes, someone among the skulking lot of disease-ridden individuals at WFC managed to breach my defenses and fulfill the mindless will of their viral overlord. Whoever you are, you have infected me. My lungs are filled with itchy cottage cheese, my eyes are drippy, and when I cough, all my bones rattle. I find the transmission of disease, while an all-too common occurrence at cons, a very emotionally-unsatisfying form of personal contact. I would much rather have a nice neckrub. Please keep this in mind for future reference.
In other news, I attended the Underland Press reading last night, which was lovely, despite my constant coughing. There was a fine turnout of locals (some of whom I didn’t get to say more than “hi” to … C.S. Cole, let’s catch up at Orycon, yes?) I was quite intrigued by Jeff Johnson’s reading from his book “Tattoo Machine.” I’ll have to get ahold of a copy of that. I got to meet Kip Manley, a Portlander who does the very cool serialized adventure novel City of Roses, and I got to hang out with Cat Rambo & her crew of merry pranksters. And we even got Voodoo Donuts afterward!
Then I came home and finished reading “Soulless” by Gail Carriger. This was one of the “it” books of WFC, and I can see why. What a delightful confection. I’ll post a full review later, after I feel confident it’s not just the Cherry NyQuil clouding my judgement and tinging everything with its delightful rosy glow. Ah, Cherry NyQuil. You shall always be La Fee Rouge to me.
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Lame! Sounds like what Keffy got. He’s still fighting off lungs of crud, too.
There was so much junk floating around WFC I kinda figured I’d get something. I’m just glad it doesn’t appear to be the 103-degree fever version.
I would much rather have a nice neckrub. Please keep this in mind for future reference.
Duly noted.
Aaaaaaahhhhh-CHOO!!!
Jeez. You are viral.
Next, I’ll probably be dyeing my hair white.
(“Serge, it’s already almost all white.”)
Oh, right.
Nevermind.
I got the same thing. Knocked me out Thursday and Friday and am now starting to feel better. Lots of sleep helped. The cough is still with me though. hack hack.
I dunno. You sure all the kinks have been worked out of them Klingon cigareets?
It’s the green glow that makes them good!
And now you are Typoid Mary.
coughgagsplutter!!!
Do you know that after her infectious state was confirmed, Typhoid Mary was exiled to a hospital on North Brother Island (an island in the East River) for over 20 years? Kind of a raw deal, but she got 3 hots and a cot. Me, I wouldn’t mind being exiled to an island off Manhattan, as long as I could bring my computer, and they ferried me in some good Pho every now and again.