You have to google act-3 of BG3 or be stuck there forever,
mentally coaxed by
(lemme see)
mentally coaxed by
(lemme see)
- Shar (a sadistic goddess)
- Raphael (a devil)
- The ruler of the city and his mind-controlled robots (who're really people?)
- A gigantic brain
- Bhaal (a sadistic god)
- Selune (M.O.R. god, aloof and mainstream)
- A mysterious stranger (the "emperor")
So forgive me all to hell for mind-wandering over to hypnosis, which I can't really bring up.
They only use hypnosis in Monster-movies and in Porn.
and you'll end up stuck, but being mentally prepared and influenced, you'll go far, supposedly.
Unless you wrote the damn thing, and they're prolly ranting, "What? It's so easy, follow the clues"PS the total vagueness of this entire entry goes against my grain.
I can't discuss "Hypnosis" without controversy.
Lotsa different viewpoints.
Lotsa different viewpoints.
Fucket.
First time I heard any US-religion likes hypnosis. They use it, they condemn anyone else using it, that's what I thought (But this is online) Soporific Homilies and endlessly repetitive prayers, it's stupefying, but is it hypnotic? |
(cultist-link) |
My body cannot process oil from food normally, and since they never bothered to check *why*, I don't know.
A distantly related link: https://www.google.com/search?q=oily+food&oq=oily+food (Feeling nauseous? Drink some tea)
Is it incurable?
Well I'd guess, for people with medical groups like mine.
https://www.cnn.com/2023/08/24/health/chagas-disease-kff-health-news-partner/index.html (doctors say "whut?")
(link) |
Anyway melted cheese (cheddar) does a number on my digestion, my butt has a fire sale "Everything must go"
And so I googled "least oily cheese"
and got back the answer, "Ricotta", which has milk, and I'm lactose intolerant, and it's High Fodmap, dangerous (I've been told).
So don't melt the cheddar, gotcha.
One of the more self-righteous organs, the liver admonishes and punishes (like BG3) |
Plus you die anyway, but they nag you til the grave, and I've got persistent nausea right this second.
Liver or some tattling organ to my liver?
Yes, I ate cheese.
No, I'm not sorry.
Lay off with the nausea.
I'm self-medicating (tylenol-codeine, "Lomotil"-generic) as an anti-emetic
and maybe it'll help, it's *something*, damnit.
OMG |
You can google til dawn, it doesn't help doctors find stuff (they'll just say "Munchhausen's," etc.)
I'm not bringing it up!
well, maybe if someone asks, "Hello, how are you today?"
But I'm not hopeful.
That question nurses always ask pre-visit, "are you in any pain" is supposed to weed out addicts. I always say "none, TYVM."
Besides the usual obvious (lower back pain, bruising near navel)
"I'm fine. Seriously" except they send you home and you lose a leg.
(F'n doctors)
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I like this next picture, models-actresses trying to sell you something.
It's relevant because of two mighty search engines, "Bing" looks a lot like Google's retarded cousin.
Every Bing search I've done comes up lame.
Google FTW (they will rule the world someday, evil-incarnate SOB's but they do a good job of knowing where stuff is)
So if you have Dr. Google and I have PA Bing (o nvm.)
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