Thursday, March 16, 2006

Programming update: we have a man down

If you've been missing Flop's prose stylings, it's because he's taken a hit and finds himself on the disabled list.

In his own words:
The blog hasn't really been a priority of mine for the past week. I've been feeling really crappy and I thought for the past couple days that I was going to need surgery, either for appendicits or a hernia.

Turns out, it's just a torn or strained abdominal muscle, which I acquired while cleaning my room last Wednesday night.

Most pathetic injury ever.
It's also the most character-appropriate injury ever. Shame on me, as I took small pleasure in hearing about his housekeeping injury: Flop's off-the-blog conduct has very nearly led to me seeking emergency room treatment on more than one occasion, so the schaudenfreude runs a little deep.

I'd also like to note that when I tore an abdominal muscle last summer, it was in a waterskiing fall. For Flop, it was extreme housekeeping.

Tonight I start the preparations for my eighth annual St. Patrick's dinner, and will be in virtual seclusion until Saturday night. No substantive blogging, but I might post a snapshot of soda bread or peeled potatoes if that's your thing.

And with that, this site becomes Better Homes & Gardens as written by injury-prone retards.


Flop said...

I was trying to work up a post on this, but the ridicule is better this way.

spinachdip said...

Not to make any light of the injury, but this is the kind of thing that needs to videoblogged.

CrimeNotes said...

Oh, everybody should make light of the injury. Pile on.

As far as the videoblogging -- Flop, do you still keep that hidden camera in your room to chronicle your exploits with all the ladies? If so, maybe there's some footage there.

tommy o said...

It is like a joke log jam.

I don't know if I should make fun of Flop because it is so rare that he cleans or that he managed to injury himself while doing it.

Let this be a lesson for you, Flop, always stretch before cleaning. Not stretching properly is the number one cause of season ending injuries. And with spring cleaning right around the corner we can't afford to have you out for the season.

Crunk Raconteur said...

Can we just fast-forward a month to when it comes out that Flop was really carrying a load of deer meat up to his apartment when he got injured?

Or opening a DVD?

Or sneezing really hard?

Flop said...

You're all very funny. I'm glad this is an anonymous blog.

winston said...

jesus, flop, how long had it been since you cleaned?

seriously, i'm sorry you're wounded, and i hope it didn't impede your dramatic reading of yeats on saturday night.

Flop said...

Too long.

Thanks for your concern. The reading not only went off without a hitch, but in fact was widely acclaimed. I even got an encore.