Hey you! Here's what you need to do: email as many friends who live on different continents as you can, and make them look at my blog. I don't even care if they read it or not. They just have to click on the link one measly little time and then it will show up on my map on the bottom of this page there. Yeah, that map! See that teeny little thumbnail thingy down there above the blog logo? Ees a very cool thing. It shows the location (as well as personally identifying information such as favorite color and underwear size) of folks who are perusing my site. How freakin' cool is that? I need you to email all your worldly pals so I can shamelessly pad the numbers of people who look at it and therefore make the map look cooler and myself feel more popular and adored. Does anybody have a friend in Greenland? That's what I'm really rooting for....or maybe somebody doing research in Antarctica...
Thanks for your patronage. I may post something reasonably informative and/or rivetingly interesting in the near future, but don't hold your breath or nuthin'.
K
ps: My interest is piqued already--apparently, 113 different people have looked at my blog since Tuesday, when I first created it. I don’t have 113 friends! What the heck? I feel validated yet slightly unnerved...
Friday, August 25, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Wendy has more spleens than you
One of the biggest and bestest intentions I had with this new site o' mine was to promote PCD awareness, and I have been negligent. Melon-headed kitties sure are cool, though...
Okay, so here's the main scoop. Many of you fine folks may not be aware of this: I, along with many other wonderful and important people, have a bizarre genetic condition that is also ridiculously rare, and therefore hard to diagnose/treat/know what the heck to do about it at all. It's called PCD, which stands for Primary Ciliary Dyskinesia. That basically means that all of the billions and billions (think Carl Sagan) of little teeny sub-cellular sized hairlike thingies that line the lungs, sinuses, ears, and other places do not work. They are supposed to wave in a synchronized fashion to the tune of many times per second. It's a beautiful thing. They look like wheat fields in the wind, only on high speed. At least when they work.
When they don't, all kinds of havoc ensues. Mainly snot. In all seriousness, it's not an imminently fatal or life-crushing disease, but it is very not fun and it CAN have some very serious effects, particularly for the lungs. As in many older patients are getting lung transplants, and that's not a good thing. Very little is known about it thus far. I encourage all of you, I mean ALL of you, to please peruse the PCD Foundation website link to the right just there. Please.
This is all a prelude to me asking you for all your money. I will be hosting a walkathon for the PCDF in October, and I'd really like everybody who can to participate, either by becoming a walker and collecting pledges, or by pledging money to another walker. I have a lofty goal of raising at least $4,000.00. I can't do it without you all! More details on the walk will be posted here as they come up.
I have also provided links to my friend Wendy's art site and blog.Here is her wildlife art site. Her blog link is at the right. She is a fabulous artist, and even better, she has a lot of spleens. Truly. We plan on hosting some sort of deal to raise more money for the PCDF through the purchasing of her art--something like $1.00 of every print ordered going to the foundation. Please check it out and let me know if you want to buy something and we'll work out the donation details. She's a starving artist/PCD survivor so you really ought to buy something from her--maybe she'll be able to get a spleen consolidation operation or something. Thanks so much for your devotion, adoration, accolades, money, fast cars, sock puppets, chocolate...
Okay, so here's the main scoop. Many of you fine folks may not be aware of this: I, along with many other wonderful and important people, have a bizarre genetic condition that is also ridiculously rare, and therefore hard to diagnose/treat/know what the heck to do about it at all. It's called PCD, which stands for Primary Ciliary Dyskinesia. That basically means that all of the billions and billions (think Carl Sagan) of little teeny sub-cellular sized hairlike thingies that line the lungs, sinuses, ears, and other places do not work. They are supposed to wave in a synchronized fashion to the tune of many times per second. It's a beautiful thing. They look like wheat fields in the wind, only on high speed. At least when they work.
When they don't, all kinds of havoc ensues. Mainly snot. In all seriousness, it's not an imminently fatal or life-crushing disease, but it is very not fun and it CAN have some very serious effects, particularly for the lungs. As in many older patients are getting lung transplants, and that's not a good thing. Very little is known about it thus far. I encourage all of you, I mean ALL of you, to please peruse the PCD Foundation website link to the right just there. Please.
This is all a prelude to me asking you for all your money. I will be hosting a walkathon for the PCDF in October, and I'd really like everybody who can to participate, either by becoming a walker and collecting pledges, or by pledging money to another walker. I have a lofty goal of raising at least $4,000.00. I can't do it without you all! More details on the walk will be posted here as they come up.
I have also provided links to my friend Wendy's art site and blog.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Fruity Cat Helmets
well, hey all. I wasn't going to post today, because then I'd be one of those blogging-every-spare-moment kind of bloggers, and that might make me feel a little conflicted when I make fun of bloggers who blog a lot. Yeah, well, so what. Big deal! And furthermore I'm going to pepper my message with incomplete sentences that lack proper capitalization! WHOA! I sure know how to live on the edge. don't I?
And now, somehow, we arrive at the original point of this here posty-thing. It has come to my attention that a tragically high number of my acquaintances are unfamiliar with the following photo. Truly shocking. Please click now before it's too late!!
Melon Haid! or... Big Green Citrus-fruit Haid!
HOLY COW!!
Now that you have been educated as to the finer applications of fruity objects to feline noggins, I suggest you try this link that supplies step-by-step photos so you can learn how to make your very own fruity cat helmet. But they use a cooler name that I think is patented and therefore I durst not use it.
make your own
And now, somehow, we arrive at the original point of this here posty-thing. It has come to my attention that a tragically high number of my acquaintances are unfamiliar with the following photo. Truly shocking. Please click now before it's too late!!
HOLY COW!!
Now that you have been educated as to the finer applications of fruity objects to feline noggins, I suggest you try this link that supplies step-by-step photos so you can learn how to make your very own fruity cat helmet. But they use a cooler name that I think is patented and therefore I durst not use it.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Truly bloggy thoughts. Grammar!
Ok, so I realized last night that my entire wardrobe is almost completely composed of varying hues of red, green, and blue. Up to the rest of the world to find the significance therein. In other news, I have decided to reveal the true purpose of the birth of this blog: to inoculate the feebly punctuated internet world with a healthy dose of capital letters and well-placed apostrophes. And complete sentences! (that was a test) Truly, the state of syntax these days is beyond deplorable. I have recently acquired a copy of "Eats, Shoots and Leaves" and I plan to proselytize from its pages with annoying regularity. Be thankful I'm too tired right now to choose a worthy passage.
In all seriousness, you can look forward to grammartorial snippets and how-tos, as well as exciting words of the day and other nerdyness that you would expect from someone who considers the OED to be the most exciting Christmas present ever received. YEEEEEEEEEEE HA!
I still reserve the right to make up my own words as long as they follow the basic rules of the English language. It's my blog and I can invent if I want to. !
and don't worry, there will still be cartoons...yay for cartoons!
~~snore~~
In all seriousness, you can look forward to grammartorial snippets and how-tos, as well as exciting words of the day and other nerdyness that you would expect from someone who considers the OED to be the most exciting Christmas present ever received. YEEEEEEEEEEE HA!
I still reserve the right to make up my own words as long as they follow the basic rules of the English language. It's my blog and I can invent if I want to. !
and don't worry, there will still be cartoons...yay for cartoons!
~~snore~~
argh
Hey there! I've got no time to waste on frivolity and extracurricular luxuries, so it must be time for me to finally start writing one of these bloggy thingies. Here it is!
Yeah, well, it will get better. Perhaps. Pictures, links, and stupid cartoons galore are looming on the fuzzy horizon. Amidst the raisins.
K
Yeah, well, it will get better. Perhaps. Pictures, links, and stupid cartoons galore are looming on the fuzzy horizon. Amidst the raisins.
K
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