Influenza Virus
Just a note to say that I have not abandoned this blog, and I’m not ignoring it. I’ve been sick as a bastard, I’ve had the flu and I’m still getting over it. (Strange blogging has been going on over at my other blog, if anyone’s interested. Buck was pinch hitting for me.) I really miss blogging here, and I can’t wait until I feel strong enough to get back on here and post. I need to interview Buck about his recent trip to NASA, and how he somehow managed to alienate members of our space program. See you soon. 
Glad you’re on the mend! Take your time. The internet has no patience at all! But I do.
Dr. Buck went to NASA? That’s like rocket science isn’t it?
BTW, have you heard the song “Dr. Buck’s Letter” by The Fall?
I’m glad you’re mending. Take your time. You know, that picture looks like a bunch of Mickey Mouse symbols all over it. I must be needing to go to Disneyland or something.
@ David – Yes, it is rocket science, which may be where the problems began.
@ Little Miss – OMG, you’re right! And ironically, Mickey Mouse has something to do with Buck’s problems in Florida.
Get well soon! I look forward to having you back, and I love the “Buck interviews”, so I am seriously curious about that NASA topic
Damn, that influenza virus would make a cool hat for the pig.
I glad you are feeling better!
I can’t wait to hear about Buck and NASA!
We’ve missed you, Wendy! Hope you’re feeling better.
Hope you recuperate soon from this horrible, evil, vile, disgusting, horrendous, parasitic son-of-a-bitching illness that stays like a rude party guest who not only won’t leave, but wasn’t invited in the first place.
Do I sound bitter?
The thought of Buck alienating NASA somehow makes me feel better about making a priest angry enough to want to kill me. Thank you for that.
Ways of being told you’re sick:
Stu says, “You are one sick bastie!”
Stu’s friends say, “Ack! Get a way from me!”
M&M’s (a.k.a. the Orbs of Life) tell you buy going from tasting awesome to tasting nasty.
Stu’s former drill instructor says, “You are one sick mother f*$#@er, aren’t you?” To which you normally respond, “Yes Sir!”
Michael Jackson says nothing, but stops returning your phone calls, increases the amount of time he spends in his oxygen chamber, then sicks his monkey on you when you don’t stop calling.
Get well!
Gosh, I hope you are finally feeling better. I’m going to feel a little guilty when I get around to telling what I’ve been doing for the last week…
Shucks… sorry to hear the bastard gotcha down. I hope you are feeling better soon.
Happy Birthday!
You’re a Pisces! No wonder I like you!
feel better soon!!!
Thank you everybody! I’m finally-finally feeling better. What a horrible flu that was this year.
I know I’m a little late to this, but glad you’re feeling better. I heard that this flu was absolutely terrible, so I am keeping my fingers crossed that I don’t get it. Ugh.
Hi Brian!
Thanks, I”m okay now. It really was a bad one, though, and I’m so glad you didn’t get it!
Like Brian, I was stopping to see how you are feeling. Hugs from the swampy side of the state.
@ betme- Thank you! I’m okay now, but that flu was a bitch.