Friday, January 28, 2005

Hairballs

Hairballs. Not the #1 killer of domestic cats (that would be "feline aids"!), but oh what a mess!!! My cat "Pookie" has a terrible hairball problem! All Pookie does all day is hack up hairballs, to the tune of hundreds of dollars in vet bills! These severe "attacks" can be very painful and may even cause the digestive tract to stop working! Not to mention Pookie's!

And what about the perils of getting up in the middle of the night to go empty my bladder only to slip on one of Pookie's gigantic wet slimy hairballs and possibly suffer extensive injuries!

Guess what? Pookie just hacked up another doozie! I'm watching "Ellen", so will have to wait for commercial.

Holy Socks

The meds havent kicked in yet.

My favorite pasttime: sitting cross-legged on the floor, watching TBN and "The Fire and Brimstone Variety Hour", and making holes in my socks. It starts with a little thread. Sticking out. It's not supposed to be there and it disturbs me. I pull at it and I pull it and twist it and.. the thread gets longer. Eventually it breaks off and I have a little hole. Then I make it bigger and bigger until I no longer can wear the sock. When I finish the right foot, I go to the left foot. Then I put on a new pair and eventually it suffers the same fate.

I spend many hours, and many dollars, on my socks. I'd forget socks altogether and go barefoot, but then there's the danger of warts. Or cutting my feet on glass. Or stepping on poop and getting a horrible disease. Or stepping on other people's phlegm.

It's official: I'm screwed.

Monday, January 24, 2005

I Think I'll Pass

My cousin Kelly wants me to go see a taping of "The Ellen DeGeneres Show", in Los Angeles. First of all, I suffer from terrible Aviophobia! Flying is not an option for me, unless you get me good and drunk 1st! Secondly, I've heard about some of the hardships one goes through at these tapings of her's. You have to stand for many many hours, on your feet. I'm genetically prone to painful & unsightly varicose veins and I am sure standing for long hours to go see Ellen will bring it on! Also I have heard about the security there. They wave an x-ray wand up and down your body (translate: see you naked) when you enter the gates. I dont know why Ellen allows this to go on.

Then you sit down in these hard wooden benches for another hour or so. I am genetically prone to painful and unsightly hemorroids, and I am sure that sitting on hard wooden benches to see Ellen will aggravate it!! That, along with varicose veins, is not something I feel is worth suffering through for Ellen. No matter how talented a talk show host she is.

At some point, between standing outside all day, and sitting on those wooden benches, you no doubt have to empty your bladder. The only relief is found across the street at a deserted park where lascivious men lay in wait near the women's bathroom (no thanks!) or standing in yet another line! The dangers of having uremic poisoning or a burst bladder, because of not being able to empty it in a timely fashion, is very real!

Eventually, you go into the studio and are escorted to your seat by a "page". Once in there, you begin the process of slowly freezing to death! That studio is kept so cold, one could store meat! They don't let the public in on this but I have heard from a source (Weekly World News) that several audience members had turned blue and had frozen nearly to death and were rushed to a nearby hospital!

This is probably why there is so much frantic dancing in the studio, led by a DJ named "Tony". Tony is the one who keeps the audience on their feet and dancing so that they don't become blocks of ice! But the music Mr. Tony plays is so loud, it can (and often has) burst the ear drum. Remember that lady named "Kitty"? Her ears were in horrible pain from Tony's incessantly loud disco music. I felt so sorry for that poor woman.

I hear that Ellen watches the audience make fools of themselves and picks out the worst dancers and airs them in all their glory on a future broadcast. OH the embarrassment and humilation! If I went to one of these Ellen tapings, I would NOT dance! I would just sit and let all the dancing fools around me make asses out of themselves. No "I danced with Ellen" teeshirt (bribery) is worth it. Besides, you're not dancing "with" Ellen. Ellen is just sitting in her cozy dressing room laughing at you!

Another danger, seldom if ever addressed, is the flimsy wooden platforms upon which the audience dances. All that humanity stomping their feet and jumping up and down.. I'm surprised it hasnt all toppled over yet!!

If you survive all that, and with a smile (because frowning & unhappy or listless audience members get seated in the back row where you can't see worth a dime), Ellen comes out and greets you with a smile and a wave. Well, that's all fine and dandy but I am risking hemmoroids, varicose veins, personal space-violation, uremic poisoning, burst bladder, dangerously low body temperature, and a busted eardrum for a smile and a wave from Ellen to her 200 audience members?? I should be treated special, as a reward for going all out like that. But no. To Ellen, we're but a sea of faces she won't remember 5 minutes later. If that!

Sometimes however, you get a bit more of Ellen. She might dance right down your aisle.. and step on your toes! Well, normally that might be a thrill.. but I have gout!

I think I'll pass.

Friday, January 14, 2005

Survivor Fears

Saw the new cast of Survivor last night on TV..

I'm thinking of trying out for Survivor. My family thinks it would be good for me. But I dont know. I'd probably contract a horrible skin disease or malaria, or my hair would fall out. Either that or, knowing my luck, my tribe would all go hungry and we'd be forced to eat each other. I know that has yet to happen on Survivor but, mark my words, I'll end up on the season where cannabilism is introduced as the only food source.

Then again, who REALLY knows what goes on behind the scenes. They only SAY there are "16" or whatever castaways. Do you really believe everything the media tells you??

I always wondered if fish was the only thing that big guy Rupert was eating.

Things that make you go "Hmmmm".

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

It Figures

Tonight, despite my persistant warnings about MSG and the high salt content of soy sauce leading to high blood pressure and possible heart attack or stroke, my cousin Roxy wanted to try out the new Chinese restaurant in town.

Roxy and her friends all had Pecking Duck. But it looked and tasted too much like cat to me. So I stuck with something safe: boiled water with mushroom.

But then I thought: wait a minute, Debbie.. where exactly did that mushroom come from?? Maybe someone snuck a poison mushroom from their lawn and it made it's way into my soup!! After all, you can't tell the difference! I warned Roxy and her friends about this potentially deadly possibility but, as usual, they didnt listen. :(

So I hailed the waiter down and nicely explained to him that I am worried about poison garden mushrooms being snuck into the food supply. I asked him to please exchange my order for a simple cup of hot water with boullion cube. But I told him not to make it so hot that I could burn myself and I reminded him about the lady at McDonalds sueing for injuries caused by boiling water being spilled on her lap. The waiter didnt seem to know what I was talking about. So I just said "never mind. Just bring me tepid water with a boullion cube".

For dessert, we all had fortune cookies. Everyone had such neat fortunes.

But mine?

Blank. :/

It's Official.. I'm going to die.


Sunday, January 09, 2005

1st Post, Hopefully Not my Last

My friends and family want me to start blogging so that I have an outlet for all of my insightful observations on life. But I dont like spending long hours at the computer. It can lead to poor eyesight, maybe even partial blindness! Crippling cramps in the mouse arm and wrists and fingers from hours of typing. Not to mention the very real possiblility of Internet Porn and viruses invading my hard drive and erasing all it's memory! I fear attracting stalkers who will want their way with me because they think I am hot. And spam! What about spam? Everytime you so much as even open an email, you risk hackers gaining access to your computer and logging your keystrokes so that they can steal all your credit card and bank info and wipe out your entire life savings!!!!

Not safe. Not safe at all.