Longtime blogger and popular Blogcritic Blog Bloke recently suffered what doctor's think was a stroke. Test results will be back soon. In the meantime, the Bloke has resumed blogging and it reads pretty good to me. There might even be an improvement! : )
Bloke thought he had the flu, took to bed, sweated a lake and woke up with slurry speech. So he took some aspirin. This is what real men do when it appears the end is near. They roll over.
Take a minute to send him your best wishes. He's a good egg. And I'm very glad he's still with us.
Curt
Article comments
1 - RJ Elliott
Get well, buddy!
The odd thing is, I had a horrible dream last night about someone close to me having a stroke...no shit.
Of course, the Bloke isn't "close to me" but still, you gotta admit it's odd...
2 - Mac Diva
Curt, I suspect you should change "apparent stroke" to 'BIG lie.' No one has and recovers from a stroke in a few days. I suspect a pathetic play for sympathy. Cursing everyone out didn't allow him to get his way, so now the scoundrel is playing sick.
3 - CW Fisher
Will you do my eulogy? That's exactly the tone I'm looking for. Something like: "Grieve not this lying slug, for IF he's dead, we're better off, and if he's not, the casket's locked." Something like that. Oh, you write it. You've got the touch. ;=)
4 - CW Fisher
Btw, strokes can and DO happen like that. Ministrokes and such. We took care of an indigent old lady for about three months after she had a bad stroke. She had aphasia (couldn't speak well) and had a complete personality change. She quit smoking. I found her cigarettes in the trash, all twisted up. I said, "Did you do this?" She said, "Somebody put them in my purse! Yuck!" Then she wanted to go to mass with us. Weird. Seeing Fran at mass was like seeing the Pope at a massage parlor. She knew all the prayers but hadn't been to church since she was eleven. Months pass. She's incontinent, peeing the couch. We're whispering. Wondering what to do. Then Fran comes thumping into the kitchen in her bare feet. "Who took my fuckin cigarettes?" Spontaneous healing. Blip! It does happen. It's all about circuitry, the restoration of blood and the moving of files from one damaged sector to a new one. The reason we don't use "90%" of our brains (and I don't know if this is true) could have to do with having the room to do all those file swaps. Huh? Make sense? Anyway. Give the man the benefit of the doubt, tough guy, and go make yourself some hot cocoa. Put some gin in it.
5 - Mac Diva
Mark my word, Curt. Before long at all, this weasel will try to turn a manufactured sympathy into grounds for another go at disrupting Blogcritics. I wish you had not posted this entry. I, and several other BCers, have been aware of what BB was up to for days. We chose to keep mum rather than give him, or a proxy, an opportunity to restart where he left off. (I was particularly amused about how 'the wife' only seems to exist for the purpose of informing people of the alleged stroke.)
Fixing the cocoa. Will pass on the gin.
6 - Shark
McDemon, more public proof that you are truly Evil incarnate.