Either That or it’s Swine Flu

I’ve spewed these shrimp from both ends now
From front and back, and still somehow,
It’s shrimp gone rotten I recall
I really can’t eat shrimmmmmp…
At allllllll…

To those who were expecting to hear back from me early this week, my apologies. I think the worst has been purged.

This entry was written by Peter Watts , posted on Tuesday January 05 2010at 02:01 pm , filed under misc . Bookmark the permalink . Post a comment below or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

21 Responses to “Either That or it’s Swine Flu”

  1. Nothing So Poignant as Good Food Gone Bad

    All of them,
    Why did I eat all of theee-ee-em?
    Even though their freshness was doubtful!

    They were so good I had to choo-o-ose them;
    And in the end I had to lose them.

    Their goodbye left me with eyes that cry-y-y,
    clutching the rim of the convenience.

    I barfed the barf as was my given part,
    but why’d I eat all of them?

  2. Frankenlouie said: Try catnip, or grass to help your tummy…
    http://www.snotr.com/video/3400 , also, Franken likes the movie, “The Thing”, too, he seems to really relate to the morphology…he thought the “pissed off cabbage of dogs” was great.

  3. Ouch. I hope you are back to 100 percent soon!

  4. Thank you for the great podcast Kate!

  5. There is some irony in the fact that a marine biologist gets sick from eating shrimp. But, somehow, I have a hard time visualizing Joni Mitchell singing this verse.

  6. Hey Anony mouse:

    Do I remembner, lying here in these sweat-soaked sheets, you making some kind of claim a while back to having known me twenty years ago?

    Who are you?

  7. Intermittent off-topic stuff continues. These are the sorts of things I would normally email Peter about, the strange, the cool, etc. Of course that was mostly to stimulate his brain and to get him to finish Dumbspeech. 😉

    Anyway, if Dark Roasted Blend is not on your RSS feed or however you kids keep track of websites, you should add it. The link is to their best of 2009, which includes an articles on: the crazy climates of other planets, supercomputers, weird artwork, etc.

    WARNING: There is the most annoying commercial all the way at the bottom. As soon as the page loads, do yourself a favor and click the volume/Mute thingy.

  8. It was actually closer to twenty-five years ago. Who else is old enough to recognize Joni Mitchell’s lyrics? I will give you a couple clues. I was also a marine bio flunkie. I watched another Guelph grad sink a rental van into the ocean. Ciliates can beat the crap out of harbour porpoises.

    I get to TO quite frequently. If you guess who I am I will buy you a beer. Actually, I probably owe you a few for getting a couple of your books from the library instead of buying them.

  9. Oh noooo: /parasitesrus
    “This domain may be for sale. Buy this Domain….”

  10. I think anony mouse needs to put up or shut his trap!

  11. >>It was actually closer to twenty-five years ago. Who else is old enough
    >> to recognize Joni Mitchell’s lyrics? I will give you a couple clues. I was
    >> also a marine bio flunkie. I watched another Guelph grad sink a rental
    >> van into the ocean. Ciliates can beat the crap out of harbour
    >>porpoises.

    Hmmmm – The Van – Mininster’s Island causeway, by any chance? 1985?

  12. I was thinking that myself. It’s the ciliates part that I can’t figure out.

    Hugh whatsisname ended up studying clams, as I recall. Greg Humphries would never refer to himself as a marine bio flunkie. I think Les Chisholm was more into flatworms and besides, she’s in Australia now; I still hear from her occasionally.

    I’m thinking maybe “Anony mouse” is female, but that doesn’t leave me any further ahead; no women ever talked to me back then…

    PS. The Birg says hi. You never write, you never call…

  13. “Hmmmm – The Van – Mininster’s Island causeway, by any chance? 1985?”

    The location is correct but I am not certain of the year.

    Sorry Peter, none of the above. Not even the female part. Maybe I should have said tintinnids instead of ciliates. There were also some copepods involved.

  14. Dark Roasted Blend? We make that stuff over here, on the “Big Island”.

    Weird artwork!? Thanks Chris in NY. After my foray into “earning a degree” in Biology, getting upset cause I had to kill the drunk rats at the end of my Cancer Research project (but then I was 19 and I made friends wirth most of the lab rats, I even helped one little guy escape and he came home with me-I just put him on my shoulder and he played with my ear with his little paws-so simple), among other things, I switched to fine art in the hope of merging and melding art and science, like some weird concoction of electron microscopy and mixed media sensory provocation, but alas, being artistic and making a living as an artist are two polar opposites.

  15. Peter, man, dude, it certainly has not been a great 4+ weeks for you, with the bad border experience and the revenge of the decapod crustaceans, but your friends and loved ones are there for you so take heart. In the meantime, while I was listening to this good-fun song, (always makes me wanna jump jiggle-jive like an oblivious fool) somehow, someway, I saw it fitting you and your situation. I tinkered with the lyrics and made a goofy remake. Hope it makes you crack a smile.

    Sung, or read, to “Rubberband Man”, by the Spinners (1976).
    (I recommend listening to the song first, or better yet, listen along to the song while reading…)

    Right on, can you dig it? Dig the song here:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDCvO2sZlj4

    Man he down-cry –walkin-pain
    Man he down laid flat
    Sorry now and won’t be great
    ‘Cause he ain’t got time, his cat

    You, uh see he was goin’ out
    To cross the border grounds
    Guards were ‘teed to blow his mind
    So high he can’t come down

    Hey, y’all prepare yourself
    For the SciFi-word man
    You never read a book
    Like the SciFi-word man’s
    You’re bound to lose control
    When the SciFi-word starts to jam

    Oh, Lord, this dude wrote Blind-uh, sight
    Every “thing” he does
    seems to come out right

    Once I went to hear him read
    At a ‘Con outside of town
    I was so surprised, I was hypnotized
    By the words this cat’s puttin’ down

    When I saw this tall sad guy
    Stretch a word inside his brain
    Hey, I smiled so hard ‘cause the man got down
    When he finally sang Je-thro Tull woa woa

    Hey, y’all prepare yourself
    For the SciFi-word man
    You never read a word
    Like the SciFi-word man’s
    You’re bound to lose control
    When the SciFi-word starts to jam

    Got that SciFi-word
    Up on his blog
    And then it wriggled itself
    All around the Net

    (Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
    Guaranteed to hack your mind
    (Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
    Writin’ all that story, yet bloggin’ time
    (Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
    Where the world of Rifters exists, oh, Lord
    (Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
    Lord, help him Scram-bler-way

    Hey, y’all prepare yourself
    For the SciFi-word man
    You never read the “Things”
    Like the SciFi-word man’s
    You’re bound to lose control
    When the SciFi-word starts to jam

    Doo doo doo doo doo
    Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
    Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
    SciFi-word man, SciFi-word man

    How much of this stuff do you think he can stand
    Being peppered, punched, a bad shrimp scare, for one man, Lord
    And then he had nerve to dare ask his question
    Out the car, got the feelin’ in his head, y’all

    Ah, where is, Niblet

    Hey, y’all prepare yourself
    For the SciFi-word man
    You never heard a word
    Like the Sci-fi-word man’s
    You’re bound to lose control
    When the SciFi-word starts to jam

    SciFi-word man starts to jam
    Movin’ up and down across his blog
    Got people all in his ways
    Everything about him seems out in space

    Just a writen’, just a writen’, just a write-write-writen’
    Just a SciFi-word, SciFi-word man
    Just a blogin’, just a blogin’, just a blog-blog-blogin’
    Just a SciFi-word, SciFi-word man

    Get down
    Oh, get down Siri
    Uh-ha-uh!
    (Doo doo doo doo doo doo)

    p.s. I suspect some people would like to donate to help you, either in Memory of Niblet or to your legal defense costs, but may not want to do the cyberspace paypal thing. Is there another way for those who are not inclined to take the chance of injecting personal-identity information through the tanglement of internet webbery?

    p.s.s. Anyone into Major Tom Coming Home-click “keanani”

  16. “like some weird concoction of electron microscopy and mixed media sensory provocation, but alas, being artistic and making a living as an artist are two polar opposites.”

    Too true (for 99.5% of us anyway). But (regarding science vs. art) we all have a duality in our personalities. The trick is to use the right one at the right time and to keep the other “dark passenger” under control when it tries to force itself to the fore.

    Though I haven’t thought about it much at all over the past 20 or so years, there are old friends I now miss, even with all their foibles. I guess rough times can make some people (namely me) reminisce a bit too much. Danger of being so damn sentimental I suppose. It was the worst of times, it was the best of times, and all that. And even though I dislike him for most of what he stands for, I have to say Nietzsche got the part about “what doesn’t kill me” right.

    But all of that is in the scientific view, rubbish. It’s just chemistry, my dear Watson! :)

    “p.s. I suspect some people would like to donate to help you, either in Memory of Niblet or to your legal defense costs, but may not want to do the cyberspace paypal thing. Is there another way for those who are not inclined to take the chance of injecting personal-identity information through the tanglement of internet webbery?”

    I can answer that. Mail or visit the bookstore in Toronto:

    Bakka-Phoenix Books / 697 Queen St. West / Toronto, Ontario / M6J 1E6

  17. It’s always shrimp…always.

    I fear them now.

    -M

  18. @keanani, that was wonderful. Thank you. I especially liked the call-out to Niblet.

    @ Hljóðlegur, what the hell is that tune? The first two lines made me think “Yesterday”, but nothing else lines up.

    @Hank Roberts: Yes, that domain has been retired. Much like the guy who wanted it set up in the first place.

    @Anony mouse: And you are currently holed up in Ottawa. But the only males from that time I know are up there were all macrofaunal types.

    When you say “another Guelph grad”, do mean in addition to you, or in addition to me? Were you at the Carriage House or up the hill?

    Do you remember the time I woke up having vomited in my sleep all over Carol’s bed, and tried to escape into the wilds with the bedding and mattress wrapped around me?

    Do you remember Disco Steve?

    Did you plant that condom water-balloon in my bed?

  19. All of Me.

    It was before your time, I fear.

  20. “do mean in addition to you, or in addition to me?” in addition to me

    “Were you at the Carriage House.. ” Grad house.

    “Do you remember the time…” I don’t remember the actual event but I’m pretty sure I was at the party. Was Carol the lady who looked lovely in a mermaid costume?

    “Do you remember Disco Steve?” French guy from Shippagan NB? Actually admitted owning Thriller?. Drove a rabbit? studied crab stomachs? I think he roomed with Pauli. How could I forget.

    “Did you plant that condom water-balloon in my bed?” No, but it wasn’t beyond my level of immaturity at the time. Although I was party to a similar event using sea cucumbers stolen from the aquarium (different victim).

  21. I hope you’ve gotten better, Peter.