DASFA Alternate Party Report
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mishalakThe Alternate was quite all right, though small. I missed having Jane and Rose there among other people because they had previously said they were going to come to more. Though they both had perfectly valid excuses. I suspect I am going to have to start phoning Dasfans to get a better turn out.
So C.J. is in the middle of a kitchen reconstruction project. Fantastically competent person, our C.J. is. Just got frustrated one day and took out all the cabinets. Then set to work building new and better shelves, installing a new stove and oven and generally improving the works.
I was possibly less perky than usual because I'm recovering from a tooth problem. Either I got some sort of infection under my new crown, the never has become suddenly sensitive, or else the dentist misjudged that he had gotten rid of all the decay when drilling down in. I am quite hopeful it is one of the two former and not the later. That way eventually it will go away either due to our friend amoxicillin or just giving it a bit of time. In the meanwhile I am occasionally taking some non-localized analgesics to deal with the pain. Either just ordinary ibuprofen or a generic version of vicoden depending upon how bad the pain is.
All that is a complex way of explaining how Karen came to be at the dead dog. I didn't feel well enough to drive, well I did, I just was very reluctant to do so. So my mom was ever so kind and drove me to the dead dog. I am very glad I did so because I had a great time talking to C.J., Paul, and Erik.
Most impressive thing of the evening was C.J. opening a bottle of wine without a corkscrew. Two wood screws inserted so the cork could be carefully twisted while at the same time slowly and carefully pulled out. I applauded when the task was done, though it didn't do me any good. No alcohol for the next 9 days while I'm taking the antibiotics. Gah! How will I ever survive?
So C.J. is in the middle of a kitchen reconstruction project. Fantastically competent person, our C.J. is. Just got frustrated one day and took out all the cabinets. Then set to work building new and better shelves, installing a new stove and oven and generally improving the works.
I was possibly less perky than usual because I'm recovering from a tooth problem. Either I got some sort of infection under my new crown, the never has become suddenly sensitive, or else the dentist misjudged that he had gotten rid of all the decay when drilling down in. I am quite hopeful it is one of the two former and not the later. That way eventually it will go away either due to our friend amoxicillin or just giving it a bit of time. In the meanwhile I am occasionally taking some non-localized analgesics to deal with the pain. Either just ordinary ibuprofen or a generic version of vicoden depending upon how bad the pain is.
All that is a complex way of explaining how Karen came to be at the dead dog. I didn't feel well enough to drive, well I did, I just was very reluctant to do so. So my mom was ever so kind and drove me to the dead dog. I am very glad I did so because I had a great time talking to C.J., Paul, and Erik.
Most impressive thing of the evening was C.J. opening a bottle of wine without a corkscrew. Two wood screws inserted so the cork could be carefully twisted while at the same time slowly and carefully pulled out. I applauded when the task was done, though it didn't do me any good. No alcohol for the next 9 days while I'm taking the antibiotics. Gah! How will I ever survive?
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Date: 2004-02-08 11:11 pm (UTC)What happened to the dog, and why were you visiting its corpse?
I mean, I gather that it's an occasion of some sort, but where does the term come from?
Re: Dead Dogs
Date: 2004-02-09 12:17 am (UTC)Good question! The answer is historic, folkloric, but not automotive. There was a common phrase that went, "The party lasted until the last dog was hung." I have no idea where it comes from, and no one I know has ever been able to say. But it used to be quite common back in the dawning days of science fiction fandom. Someone used this phrase and so it became traditional to call a party after some other event, like a convention or club meeting, a dead dog. So when DASFA was formed back in 1968 somehow we ended up with enough fannish genetics to aquire the name. So we called the parties after our meetings dead dogs and even had a flag made to mark the house where the party was happening. What just happened was the Alternate Party, the one that happens without a meeting ahead of time.
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Date: 2004-02-09 09:17 am (UTC)I heard this in the 80s that antibiotics don't work if you drink, but since then I've asked several dooctors about it and they've said, "nah, it's an urban myth. Of course you shouldn't drink too much, it will worsen your general condition, but taken in reasonable amounts, like a couple of beers or a few glasses of wine, alcohol certainly does not interfere with the antibiotics."
Of course, this might differ from antibiotic to antibiotic. Do you know for a fact that the particular drug you're taking must not be mixed with alcohol?
Re: Amoxicillian
Date: 2004-02-09 04:03 pm (UTC)Re: Amoxicillian
Date: 2004-02-09 04:14 pm (UTC)Some statements ring so loud of truth that you have to clap your hands to your ears. This is one of them.
Re: Amoxicillian
Date: 2004-02-09 05:05 pm (UTC)