vicodincrutch: (yeah i work out)
Can I get a quick poll? How many people here actually watch scary movies? ....how many of you went into one of those houses?

I have a sneaking suspicion--or maybe I should say creeping suspicion-- that people that have not actually went through with it. People that have seen horror movies and waltzed on in, well, that is not only a display of a lack of common sense but disregard for self preservation. Maybe even a death wish.

How close am I?
vicodincrutch: (don't know=don't care)
 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.
vicodincrutch: (t-rex attack)
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?
vicodincrutch: (that's not tea)
Eden, I had no idea how treacherous your life is. Now that I do, I think I'm going to get you lifts for Christmas. There, that one was easy.

I know not everyone spent the majority of their day on a desktop or licking Vicodin--for lack of a tool and trust worthy help to crumble it a person will do what they must. Any tiny man complex jokes will be dealt with accordingly.

I feel compelled to ask the masses how their trip went. A lot less Jefferson Airplane than I take it. We'll talk about that. Not other stuff like how many curses there have been. Who wants to hear about that? The concentration of curses has lead people to believe that something big and or bad is going to happen. No one wants to hear a chaos theory this time of year because we going to compare trees in an absolutely Freudian free way.

Does anyone have a cold? Does anyone want a cold?
vicodincrutch: (this is a sandwich)
In the event that you find your skin to be orange after consuming your weight in carrots, City carrots no less, don't be alarmed. Consuming that much beta carotene, it should be no surprise. I wouldn't recommend a diet of that many carrots unless you want to increase your chances of prostate cancer, lung cancer, or cardiovascular problems.

The mystery is solved. If it isn't that, take Motrin. If it does nothing...someone will see you eventually.

This is way, way more clinic duty than I've ever willingly undertaken. Surely, someone has an infectious disease or maybe a bacteria not yet diagnosed. You're holding out on me. I'd ask about any downstairs mix ups but I still think it's too soon. Right, Dr. Cameron? Dr. Chase? They'll be modest. Always.

I would like to say, loudly and proudly, on the network that meat is good. Cows are delicious when prepared properly. Not eating meat doesn't make sense because our body processes it. How much and of what sort, it can vary. People say eating red meat is unnatural, that's not entirely so. It again goes back to how much. How frequently. How now brown cow.
vicodincrutch: (Default)
Does anyone want a clock with screwed up numbers? While under the influence of a curse I bought four. Two of them are still in the package. You know you're interested.

For more pressing business, the artifacts Dr. Wombatus listed need to be back at the hospital. I say need not because it's a personal want of mine. It will be for your self preservation. The cops are on your trail. You're as good as doomed.
vicodincrutch: (studying/hmmm/)
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.

vicodincrutch: (studying/hmmm/)
An over exposure to steam, like say a sauna or for most recent event relevance a steam engine, will reduce sperm count for one to five weeks. Contribute that to the no-brainer lung deficiencies. The more you know.

I'm curious to know what an ipod looked like with that technological slant. A gramophone the size of a brick?

Filtered to Chase::Unhackable;
You can borrow this. Don't get too attached. It's festive and might save you explaining time. Unless you want a crutchpurse.
end;

Private to Eden::Unhackable;
Your work space is a mess.
end;

[ooc; Going to work, lovelies. I'll be back laters with tags and such.]


vicodincrutch: (smug/i'm right/ lookingood)
I don't think I've laughed this hard at society this much before in a long time. Great job, everybody. Wilson. Cameron. Everybody take a bow. You deserve it.

Expected ration of asshole aside, let me pose a philosophical question to those who like to verbally wrestle anyway. Do you know anymore now than you did back then?
vicodincrutch: (studying/hmmm/)
Killing Cameron is like kicking a puppy. It only makes you look like a bad person and does absolutely nothing for the rest of the world. Whodunit? Did you forget to give someone a lollipop and sticker?

Besides that terrific excitement, I have to applaud the Scooby Doo and Blue's Clues efforts everywhere. I think that there weren't enough ridiculously colored canines to go around. You all were just as incompetent without them. Maybe even a little bit more so.

Can I get a show of hands? Butlers, did you do it? No?
vicodincrutch: (glare/not funny/serious business)
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.
vicodincrutch: (gross/rock impression/grrr)
As big of a fan as I am of being a warrior of all that is blunt I think that being anonymous is a bunch of bull. You have something to say, say it with a face, a name. Otherwise you're a faceless liar, rather than just being a liar. Did that hurt your feelings? It shouldn't. Everybody lies.

The appointment book is looking slim again. Cough. Cough. Do we have to do this every time? I'll come around with my white coat and shake a can for annoying patients. Ick.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to EDEN

Open
up your presents.

Can you believe that she didn't want to tell anyone? Peppermint Patty can be so surprisingly shy.
vicodincrutch: (sigh/don't know=don't care)
Two Lifetime channel curses in one month. I thought only two of the deities were women. If I'm not mistaken there is a significantly large amount of estrogen running this place. I'd recommend hormone therapy. But not PEMU, gotta save them horses. Is Little Orphan Annie out of the closet? The literal closet, not the metaphorical. A runaway secret lesbian is pushing the scenario way too much. Crossing over into cinemaxxx territory.

If Cuddy wanted a kid she could have just popped over to this place and waited.

I'm having a hard time believing that none of you get ill. Or shot. Or have a case of anemia. You're all a bunch of penny pinching liars who would die from stubbornness if you could die here.
vicodincrutch: (gross/rock impression/grrr)
I don't ever want to sit through another free taping of The View again.  Yuck.

Even if it was a collective menstrual week, perish the thought of seven days of that, there wouldn't be enough midol to ensure any lives to those of us with a y chromosome.
vicodincrutch: (Default)
You know that word I taught you, Giselle? Infarction? Mine is doing that bad thing called hurt. I can't think of any cheery, happy tunes. I'm staying in bed. All day.

Enjoy the dresses. I don't want them.
vicodincrutch: (gross/rock impression/grrr)
The lesson of the weekend is lay off of the rocks, kids. Especially you. The place better be exactly as I left it.

Now repeat after me: crack is whack.
vicodincrutch: (sigh/don't know=don't care)
Dear Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley,

I hate you. I wish I never read your book.

You should have just told Percy to shut up and be Romantic on his own. You were always on your own anyway?  Instead you ended up with dead babies and a literary classic.

Way to go.

Sincerely,
Greg House


The corpse I got a hold of is not moving anymore. At all. No matter what I do.

Someone forgot to hold little Jimmy?  Timmy? Jolly's hand. Amber Alert anyone?

Dresden. I meant to get back to you about your hand.
vicodincrutch: (looking up/dun squish/message from above)
Well. That was an interesting weekend. I saw what you all were doing, and I think that maybe it would be a good idea to just close your windows. I got a little airsick on someone's roof somewhere. I hope it rains?

Lee's visit was nice. I hope we never do it again.

The calender is looking a little thin. Why am I doing this? Anyone have a splinter? Sniffles? Lime disease? Lupus? Haha, kidding on the last one.

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