Dr. Greg House, MD

I demand an explaination for this. No. I'm not talking about Claire.

I know that it doesn't make sense. That's a cop out. Everyone says that this place has no logic, but everything makes sense somehow in its way. There's a method or mode that it's exicuted. Is there a quota to be filled? Some kind of a request order for some preestablished critieria for those that stay or go?

 For reference, I am capable of giving out compliments that do not have any kind of backhanded insult attached. 

Cameron, you have pretty hair.

Chase, you have pretty hair.

Ta-da. And that's uncursed. I don't know why everyone is so reliant on ass kissing. Anyone can give compliments. When they're doled out on rare occasion like Grandma's fine china it means more. Chew on that.

Now I know why fire hose kept popping up on my shopping list. This time you're all lucky. This time.

Why bother? I'll wager to say we all hate you. Unless you're into that.

So. You like cute.

How about tularemia? That one is just delightful. See, it's an infectious disease that can be transferred from dead rabbit tissue through an open would or saliva. Or even bunny droppings. This rascal of a disease creates ulcers, inflames glands and can last beyond four weeks. Not cute?

Aww. What about Powassan? It's got a 60% survival rate, it's symptoms are simple enough to be confused with many other conditions that it being disorientation, sleepiness and in some casses semicomatose state of being. Couldn't you just die? Yes. Yes you could. I can't even keep up the sarcastic cute stuff. Seriously, don't you people ever use your brains? This doesn't even cover rabies or ticks. Who really goes out to grab animals because they can?

To hell with it. No doom so far. And if it happens, I know who to blame. Or if reason has any weight in this ridiculousness, since this is a later challenge there could be time to prepare, call in bribes. Whatever means necessary.

Growth hold obvious relevance in the medical world. From the time we are born to the age of two our craniums are measured regularly to check growth progress. Abnormal numbers above or below the norm could be a sign of one or more of the following:

• Chronic disease
• Emotional (psychosocial) health
• Genetics
• Infection
• Poor nutrition

Life is still in the equation. Big or small headed people alike can tell you that. Look around you. With the aid of hormones and with a possibility of a close to normal life outside of the circus or the next Austin Powers movie. Dramatic differences on the other hand leave the door open for other issue possibilities gastrointestinal problems that prompt a slow or stunted growth due to digestive enzymes, cerebral palsy to throw out a few rockstars of the category. And all of this is possible within the first leg of life. Makes you wonder by what miracle or luck of the draw this many people pass through the first round of the real Real World.

And we continually grow. We get older, our capacity for learning becomes more complicated with critical thinking, memorization, and any kind of social upbringing. These are all dependent on were we go from the start. Genes get blamed, it's the genetics passed down from our parents and their parents. Health is more than possible in early life. Then comes that oh so sudden decline of aging, ready willing and able to put it's hand into the grab bag of genetic issues that your Grandma's cousin first removed had.

Growth usually has such a positive connotation. You grow ill. You grow weary. Growth can also mean progression. Tumors for one thing. Flesh eating viruses grow.  Or Joseph Merrick experienced growth and then some. Who said it was a happy subject?

There.

Give me my prize.

( private;;unhackable; )

Two things: what's the status of the human matchstick?
What's the deal with the usual suspects around here?

The line starts here for rabies shots. Seriously. And while you're at it, pick up some Advantage on your way home. You'll thank me. A young boy who shall remain nameless can testify to the magical healing powers of precaution.

Feeling bad? Could be worse. You could have hirsutism or hypertrichosis. Talk about a hairy situation. Hormones and DNA are to blame, it depends on the case. Imagine having to lint roll yourself everyday. Really it would be easy though especially if you make a cool million off of the Ringling Brothers.

I've covered hairy and bitches to some degree. But not as much as I should. Paging Dr. Lisa Cuddy. I have a feeling she skipped out. This calls for pizza with everything and beer.

Voice;

I'm going to simplify my confusion into one, and only one, question. The answer, the hard part, is up to you. Be concise.  The amount of focus it takes to write down my own symptoms on a napkin with a pen is tremendous.

And I don't feel much. Cool. Drugs, kids. They're something.

Back to the question: What the hell is going on?

I've seen some displays of sap. But you? I feel like I've been nursing off of a redwood. One more holiday to go and then the season of peak insincerity can finally come to a close. Do we all really love each other with that wishes of peace? I mean, besides the nazis. That's more than a little obvious. And the monsters. Nazis and monsters aside, do you honestly give a crap about everyone else? No. You don't. Because you can't possibly have feelings for every single person. It's not logical also more than half of you are idiots.

While I'm on a roll: City made the Zombie AIDS and then cured it. Game over with a fizzle. No hunt. No build up. I can't think of a time I've been this disappointed. The deities should stick to playing another game and leave mine alone.

You're all still here. You're stuck. Great. I think that this may be the best month ever. Now all that needs to happen is for me to get shot. SO either we re-enact the Donner Party Thursday or you know your role and shut your mouth.

It isn't lupus. It's old. Really, really old. Do you like to hit up on old things? If you're a woman and you're answering yes, gimme your age and a brief description. If you're a man, well you can come on down to The Best Little Whore House in the City something could be arranged with some imagination.

I ran out of Halloween candy a long time ago. I don't know why you're bothering to knock.

[ooc; My House is a season 3er, not quite the zomfg season's end. He doesn't know about the new team. Other than that, let's get this party started bbys. I have to go to work so there will be backdating but for this post ONLY.]