Thursday, October 13, 2005

The Latest

I'm Lisa, Debbie's co-worker. Look for a new Debbie Downer post in her blog soon! She was busy with Bob Bummer, so hadnt been around to post very much. However, Bob was caught in a menage-a-trois with Polly Positive and Charlie Cheerful, per his therapist request to change his outlook on life.

Thus, Debbie is once again alone. :-/

So, she is doing standby for Saturday Night Live tomorrow morning and throughout the night! She will report to me via text message and IM, and I will transcribe it over to here. Should be an interesting evening for Ms. Downer! :) She is sooo excited to see SNL. And that is saying alot because Debbie rarely gets excited over anything. Another reason Bob left her. :-/

Stay Tuned.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Know Your Banana

Sorry I havent posted in awhile. I've been busier than a devil recruiting for hell.

I've also been feeling a bit down. :-/

I suspect it's the time of year. Late spring into summer. Full Blown Allergy Season! The flowers are in bloom, wreaking havoc on my nasal passages! The rugrats are let out of school and terrorizing the neighborhood (and my sanity) with their screaming and laughing and rambunctious play.

I hate this time of year.

Anyway, I am looking into natural forms of therapy to relieve my symptoms of depression. I had heard wonderful things about bananas, and how bananas can raise your level of seratonin.. the hormone that increases your sense of well being. So I immediately, and with great excitement, ran out to the grocery store to aquire a bunch and start my "feel-good-banana diet".

As customary with me, I googled "bananas" "danger", just to see what comes up. Well, get a gander at THIS: (!!!)

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk_news/story/0,3604,875612,00.html

Here is an excerpt:

"It is a freakish, doped-up, mutant clone which hasn't had sex for thousands of years - and the strain may be about to tell on the nation's fruitbowl favourite. Scientists based in France have warned that, without radical and swift action, in 10 years' time we really could have no bananas.

Two fungal diseases, Panama disease and black Sigatoka, are cutting a swath through banana plantations, just as blight once devastated potato crops. But unlike the potato, and other crops where disease-resistant strains can be bred by conventional means, making a fungus-free variety of the banana is extraordinarily difficult".


Well, isnt that wonderful? Not only are my potassium and seratonin levels in serious jeopardy, but I have already had 2 of these fungus-riddled mutant fruits!!

In addition, that's all I need.. consuming something that, like me, hasn't had sex in years. :-/

Tomorrow I will be returning these to the grocer and demand my money back!!

(L.L)

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Dr. Phil

Dr. Phil.. if you read this blog (as I am sure you do), can I please be a guest on your show? My friends and family think I am a perfect candidate to sit alongside you while you pick at my brain and analyze my every thought process. I have terrible stagefright and will probably pee all over myself when I get out there. But nothing some sturdy Depends can't take care of. I realize I need some help, and maybe you can be my saviour. Although I am beyond help and I don't believe in miracles. But still, I post.

I shouldnt be posting, actually. I have carpal tunnel, and it hurts. Bad. I'm on alot of meds right now. I will probably become hooked on them and so starts the downward spiral of addiction and abuse of pain meds. Eventually I will have to sell my body in order to afford to maintain my new habit. And who would want THIS body? I doubt I could do more than perhaps sell it to science.

I have spent some time lately lurking a message board called, "The Prestigious Welshly Arms". It's a board about lamb shanks and hot tubs and omelets. I hate lamb meat. It smells bad. And I am a vegetarian anyway. Not by choice. Meat makes me have terrible bouts of diarrhea. And I'm not a fan of hot tubs. I googled "hot tub diseases" and this is one I found. Take note:

Standing pools of water can be breeding grounds for disease-causing organisms. Hot tub owners must carefully balance chlorine and pH levels of the water to reduce the risk of water contamination. One condition sometimes seen in hot tub users is folliculitis, an infection usually caused by the bacteria, Pseudomonas aeruginosa. About one to two days after soaking in contaminated water, a rash or itchy bumps appear on the skin. The bumps may enlarge and become red or fill with pus. In many cases, the symptoms clear on their own. But sometimes topical anti-itch medications and/or topical antibiotics are needed.

The famous "Lovahs" sketch with Roger and Virginia Klavin failed to address the fact that they had this skin condition. And they would invite other hotel guests, friends and lovahs into the ha-tub to play with them, thus exposing these unsuspecting people to a host of painful and embarrassing skin and genital diseases as well.

No wonder Roger had a bad back.

And I am unable to partake of the "build-your-own-omlet" station, as I'm allergic to eggs. Besides very real concerns over pesticides and hormones, eggs make me break out in hives, followed by painful stomach cramps accompanied by violent vomiting and diarrhea.

So much for the "Denny's Grand Slam" breakfast deal, eh? :-/ More likely I'd be taking a "grand slam" in the Denny's restroom! :-/

Not exactly the kind of guest the Welshly Arms would welcome with .. eh.. welcoming ARMS. ;-/

So, why do I lurk on this message board? The people are nice, seem mentally stable, aren't walking harbingers of diseases, and I like Rachel Dratch. I don't know her actually, but I suspect she is a nice sort.

I love the Saturday Night Live sketch she does about that lady who is always down about everything.

I've never known anyone like that.

Hmm :-/

(L.L)

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Saint Patricks Day Warning

Just a warning to all those who think you can get away with not wearing green. I have news for you. You CAN'T! Just try it if you don't believe me. You'll get pinched, by everyone. And it will hurt. And may cause a puncture wound which in turn could lead to a nasty infection, especially if they have dirty fingernails.

I don't have anything green, but I did spill guacamole on my new white blouse the other day, and havent yet washed it. So, I'll wear that to the office.
(LL)

Monday, March 07, 2005

Some People are just too damned happy!

One of my friends at work, Polly, is having just TOO good a day! You KNOW that, when that happens, devastation is sure to follow.

Here is a portion of her email to me this afternoon, followed by my reply (in red).

Polly: It's going to be in the 80s all week long!! :)

me: Just think of all the poor little tender seedlings relying on cool moist spring air to grow, but will now burn and die. :-(

Polly: I get to drive home topless!! :-)

me: driving topless is the #1 cause of highway and road accidents in the U.S!! :-(

Polly: I FEEL BETTER!! :-)

me: For now, you mean. You still are a harbinger of bacteria!! :-(

I know I still have my Oscar Adventures to report. Please be patient. I've had a rough week.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Hollywood - City of Glitter, Stars and STDs

After hours on a plane (and I don't remember the flight because I was knocked out on valium), I'm in Hollywood, in a "bargain motel" near the corner of Hollywood Bl. and Western Ave. Priceline had a deal I couldnt pass up. It's a bit small here, I keep thinking I see insects crawling around on the floor and up my leg (but it's probably just the meds kicking in), and there's strange noises going on in the next room. The bed is lumpy, and I have to share a bathroom. I'll probably catch some vile disease before my Hollywood vacation is over.

I used to babysit for Hilary Swank. And, for some reason.. why, I can't imagine... I was her favorite babysitter. She says I inspired her to get into acting, because we used to put on little plays together in her living room, for the family. So, to make a long story short (and to spare you the gory details of why I could no longer be her babysitter), she invited me to attend the Oscars with her and her husband.

I'm dreading having to sit for 4+ hours, however. The hemorrhoids will most surely act up, and I will be in severe pain. But, Hilary is counting on me.

I have until Sunday to find proper clothes. Thanks to my scoliosis, it's extremely difficult to find clothes that fit me right.

Shoes will be a problem as well. I have a bad case of gout. Just about any kind of pressure on my toe is painful. Even bed sheets!

Speaking of the bed, why do I keep hearing squeaking mattress springs next door?? I imagine it's because the guests brought some kids and they're jumping on the bed?? I hate kids. And they must be driving their poor parents crazy, as I hear them moaning. In a minute, I am going to knock on the wall and tell them all to shut up.

Anyway, I'm sure I'll have plenty to report to you sunday night later, when I get back to the motel. That is, if my laptop hasnt been stolen by then.

There's a real nice, very well dressed man on the street corner. He goes by the name Willy Divine. He wears alot of jewelry, and I worry about him standing there all night on the corner. Maybe he's lonely. I think I will go talk to him for a bit, warn him about the possibility of being mugged. Maybe he'd have coffee with me and go see a movie. I see some interesting movie theatres up and down this block, showing films I've never even heard of. "The Secret Adventures of Pinocchio" sounds delightful! It must be the sequel to the movie I saw as a child.

More Later. The moaning, banging and squeaking sounds from next door must be stopped now! My migrane is returning.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

D-D Detained

Hi! This is Sleepwalker G. Vinaigrette. Debbie Downer has been temporarily detained. ;)

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Lunch

Lunch with Sleepwalker G. Vinaigrette, later today. I've never met her before in my life. She's an online friend and I'm meeting her in person for the 1st time today. I'm on a liquid rectal-cleansing diet, so I'll probably just watch her eat.

More about it later, when inspiration hits me on the head. Hopefully not too hard. I have a soft head. ps: No death or dismemberment this week.

Not yet anyway.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

This Week: Death & Dismemberment

Today, at work, one of my cubicle neighbors, Francine Fortuneteller, gave me a tarot reading during the lunch break. I got the Death card (death), 3 of swords (heartache), 7 of swords (theft), and 10 of swords, (death and dismemberment). About as good a reading as I ever could expect. Thanks, Francine!

to be continued..

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.