Accident aftermath (6)

My latest stupidity in this pathetic process of mental decay was forgetting that I turned on the deep fryer. This is getting dangerous.

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Accident aftermath (5)

Slowly but surely changing into a demented lump of fat.



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Accident aftermath (4)

Two days ago I started with my daily injections, I hope they will help. I recognize signs of some sort of dementia. I keep loosing things and yesterday I forgot that I was filling the bath and had the water run for three hours.

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My muse

Scending at rescuing affinity.

Weltrusten en gezond weer op

Omein!



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Accident aftermath (3)

Like paralyzed when a tension of 400 grams is set to pull my head. Fainting when being massaged. Fattening 700-800 grams per week. Suffering from neck pain, amnesia, insomnia, morning temper and dulled emotions. My normal reasonable chess rating is in a free fall.

But for the rest I’m fine.

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Reflections for sabbath (13)

The remarkable methodical logic that is used to procure clearness in halachical issues is set aside when explaining Torah.

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Accident aftermath (2)

Filling my days with nothing
too languid to write something.



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Accident aftermath

Like an indifferent outsider, I'm stoically observing how my intellectual powers are degenerating. Passivity and abating emotions are insidious overcoming me, yet I will try to keep blogging and describe this process of deterioration.

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Libidon't

After my accident, the only morning stiffness I have is in my neck.



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One happy fatalist (13)

This broken pituitary means that I have to inject myself daily for the rest of my life. With my luck that probably will be a long time too.

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Reflections for sabbath (12)

Moral of this week’s parshah (Vayigash)

Humiliate your brother so later he will share with you in his prosperity.



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An orthi, God unworthy (2)

My satire would be slier if liar wouldn’t rhyme on frayer
but on orthi.

Eureka

The test showed my pituitary
obvious nonhereditary
stopped working for good
expecting now I should
be screwed by th'insurance dignitaries.

Laaa la la la laaaaa la
Laaa la la la laaaaa la



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Second opinion

I asked my doctor for a second opinion.
“Ok” he said “you’re ugly too”.

Henny Youngman (1906-1998)



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Respectable racists

The breeder's bunch

In the name of God

God placed the serpent in the tree to persuade Eve. The poor serpent did what he was meant to do and got punished.

Moral of the story:
When you think you are acting in the name of God you might end up limbless.

Mr.Noble

What's in a name?

Is your glass half full or half empty?

Who drank from my glass dammit?!

Is the word "orthi" derogatory?

Discussion here.

Obviation (20)

He mite be.
No, for sure.


Mite: small (often parasitic) insect which feeds on decaying matter.


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