9/6/12
An odd squeaking sound can be heard as it repeats in a cyclical manner. From a large, wide, path in the woods a rickshaw is approaching the clearing with the tea table in the heart of Vapeland. The cab approaches slowly it's wheels complaining as the rustling sound of wicker and rattan can be heard. It is self-propelled as noone is pulling it! It draws up slowly and out steps James -yardbyrd's assistant. James is a heavy old man, white hair, including a white goatee, wearing a tuxedo, complete with tails, spats, horned rimmed glasses and a diamond pinky ring. He leans into the cab and speaks a few words in an Asian tongue and the rickshaw rolls away out of sight.
James looks around for a moment, getting oriented, and looking aloft a tiny speck can be seen moving across the sky of Vapeland. It's hard to tell is it blue?
Turning forward James begins to speak:
"Hi every...er..uh Hail Vaplandians! My employer, through his sage, kind, and wise urgings has convinced me to come today to address a couple of topics currently under discussion; he feels my own peronsal experiences merit my appearance and the relating of them.
Firstly: Rev67 I too suffered (suffer) from those analog cravings and here is the way that I deal (dealt?) with them. When that grisly old analog demon raises his ugly head I direct drip high or very high Nic (24mg or 36mg) e-liquid. I personally prefer tobacco flavors and usually will use it but the flavor isn't as important as the Nic level for me. I found that the much more intense flavor and vapor -from direct dripping closely
match the experience of an analog for me and exorcise this demon instantly.
He pauses a moment and looks up toward the tiny speck in the sky and it seems to break off a piece of itself that is drifting slowly down toward Vapeland.
Secondly: lettucehead I'm so sorry to hear what you are going through. I am a Cancer survivor and have been Cancer free for over 20 years. I underwent three major surgeries (the first to remove a malignant football sized tumor)and a 20 week protocol of Chemotherapy that took 6 months to deliver. I had to go into the hospital every third week and stay in the hospital for a week to receive Chemotherapy. I also received a weekly Chemo shot that I didn't have to worry about unless the fever it always caused rose above 103.6 degrees!
Group therapy was required as part of my treatment and I always remember a lovely, elderly, lady who said, "Remember, always, all of us who fight, our many brethren who outright refuse surgery and treatment and pay the highest price a human being can pay for it -their lives."
There are many traps and snares along your route and the emotional/psychological ones can be particularly dangerous. I became very depressed, during treatment, and felt so very guilty about what I was putting my family and friends through, emotionally, psychologically, and financially. Then I realized, one day, by the Grace of God, that I just couldn't worry about any of these things if I was going to truly honor them. I needed every positive thought, prayer, and energy point to fight. I also realized that until I was well I couldn't really do anything to affect any of these areas. So I decided that I was going to fight tooth and nail for life! My conclusion was that whatever the outcome of my life was to be that in the final thirty minutes or so I could be at peace knowing I had done everything I could possibly do to fight for life. This eased me, somehow, and my focus changed and my attitude improved. I realized that many Chemotherapy drugs can induce depression so at the first signs of a downward trend I would think, "It's the chemo...if I hold on for a few minutes the depression will leave." This worked extremely well and supported my belief that my body was trying to get even with me for what I was putting it through! Never quit, don't give in, and fight like the warrior that you are; fight for yourself, your family, and life and you can at least enjoy some peace of mind."
He pauses again and looks up. A small parachute can be
seen drifting down from above and it carries an 8"X 8" box. The stamped logo on it's side "Acme LLC" is clearly visible.
James concludes.
"Please forgive the ramblings of an old man. It was my employer who felt my own personal, human, experiences could possibly help bring a little peace and relief to those who seek refuge here in this fairie like wondrous land that we have come to love. It was due to his kind, caring, and convincing prodding that I came to share with you today. I would also like to thank another wily friend for his help with transportation today."
The package has landed and James walks over to it and opens it up. He takes out a large, jet black, slim, flat oval; it could be felt or velvet. Looking up with a near roguish smile he throws it onto the ground and jumping on top of it falls into the instant hole. As James is passing from sight the hole, parachute, and
box fade away; the tiny dot in the sky above is also gone.
An odd squeaking sound can be heard as it repeats in a cyclical manner. From a large, wide, path in the woods a rickshaw is approaching the clearing with the tea table in the heart of Vapeland. The cab approaches slowly it's wheels complaining as the rustling sound of wicker and rattan can be heard. It is self-propelled as noone is pulling it! It draws up slowly and out steps James -yardbyrd's assistant. James is a heavy old man, white hair, including a white goatee, wearing a tuxedo, complete with tails, spats, horned rimmed glasses and a diamond pinky ring. He leans into the cab and speaks a few words in an Asian tongue and the rickshaw rolls away out of sight.
James looks around for a moment, getting oriented, and looking aloft a tiny speck can be seen moving across the sky of Vapeland. It's hard to tell is it blue?
Turning forward James begins to speak:
"Hi every...er..uh Hail Vaplandians! My employer, through his sage, kind, and wise urgings has convinced me to come today to address a couple of topics currently under discussion; he feels my own peronsal experiences merit my appearance and the relating of them.
Firstly: Rev67 I too suffered (suffer) from those analog cravings and here is the way that I deal (dealt?) with them. When that grisly old analog demon raises his ugly head I direct drip high or very high Nic (24mg or 36mg) e-liquid. I personally prefer tobacco flavors and usually will use it but the flavor isn't as important as the Nic level for me. I found that the much more intense flavor and vapor -from direct dripping closely
match the experience of an analog for me and exorcise this demon instantly.
He pauses a moment and looks up toward the tiny speck in the sky and it seems to break off a piece of itself that is drifting slowly down toward Vapeland.
Secondly: lettucehead I'm so sorry to hear what you are going through. I am a Cancer survivor and have been Cancer free for over 20 years. I underwent three major surgeries (the first to remove a malignant football sized tumor)and a 20 week protocol of Chemotherapy that took 6 months to deliver. I had to go into the hospital every third week and stay in the hospital for a week to receive Chemotherapy. I also received a weekly Chemo shot that I didn't have to worry about unless the fever it always caused rose above 103.6 degrees!
Group therapy was required as part of my treatment and I always remember a lovely, elderly, lady who said, "Remember, always, all of us who fight, our many brethren who outright refuse surgery and treatment and pay the highest price a human being can pay for it -their lives."
There are many traps and snares along your route and the emotional/psychological ones can be particularly dangerous. I became very depressed, during treatment, and felt so very guilty about what I was putting my family and friends through, emotionally, psychologically, and financially. Then I realized, one day, by the Grace of God, that I just couldn't worry about any of these things if I was going to truly honor them. I needed every positive thought, prayer, and energy point to fight. I also realized that until I was well I couldn't really do anything to affect any of these areas. So I decided that I was going to fight tooth and nail for life! My conclusion was that whatever the outcome of my life was to be that in the final thirty minutes or so I could be at peace knowing I had done everything I could possibly do to fight for life. This eased me, somehow, and my focus changed and my attitude improved. I realized that many Chemotherapy drugs can induce depression so at the first signs of a downward trend I would think, "It's the chemo...if I hold on for a few minutes the depression will leave." This worked extremely well and supported my belief that my body was trying to get even with me for what I was putting it through! Never quit, don't give in, and fight like the warrior that you are; fight for yourself, your family, and life and you can at least enjoy some peace of mind."
He pauses again and looks up. A small parachute can be
seen drifting down from above and it carries an 8"X 8" box. The stamped logo on it's side "Acme LLC" is clearly visible.
James concludes.
"Please forgive the ramblings of an old man. It was my employer who felt my own personal, human, experiences could possibly help bring a little peace and relief to those who seek refuge here in this fairie like wondrous land that we have come to love. It was due to his kind, caring, and convincing prodding that I came to share with you today. I would also like to thank another wily friend for his help with transportation today."
The package has landed and James walks over to it and opens it up. He takes out a large, jet black, slim, flat oval; it could be felt or velvet. Looking up with a near roguish smile he throws it onto the ground and jumping on top of it falls into the instant hole. As James is passing from sight the hole, parachute, and
box fade away; the tiny dot in the sky above is also gone.
