Category Archives: environment

Notes on Being Ill

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i don’t know about you, but every time I get sick I think I have cancer. A cough and/or upper respiratory infection is lung cancer. A headache is a brain tumor. Diarrhea is colon cancer, and indigestion is esophageal cancer or possibly a heart attack. Uaually it just turns out that I had a cough, a headache, diarrhea, or indigestion.

Since I’ve been sick for almost 2 weeks with an upper respiratory infection, I’ve been getting my affairs in order for the inevitable  I pulled out the photo albums and looked through pictures of my loving family who I will probably never see again.  I wondered if they would miss me as much as I am missing them right now.  I cried for them and I cried for me. Then I moved on to cursing the ones who could care less about me and banished them from my impending funeral.  i wondered if the little ones would even remember me and pulled out the calculator to figure out exactly how long I had to live to stay in their memories   Two six year olds, divided by memory, divided by awesome things I did for them, equals at least three more years.  “OMG!,” I thought to myself “could I hang on another 3 years?”

Then I cursed myself for not updating my will and considered writing an addendum  I felt too sick to pull out a pen and paper.  This confirmed to me that I was about to die  I grabbed a box of Kleenex and cried and coughed up flem all night.  “Do I still want my fiefdom divided the way I wanted it divided last year?  I need to change my will because I’m sure I’m fighting with a different family member this year.  Come to think of it, maybe I should just divide the fiefdom equally because every year someone in the family has made amends for being an asshole and someone else takes over the role of asshole.  It’s  like musical assholes around here.”

Anyhoo, back to the point  I’m sick and probably dying of lung cancer…based on the cough and upper respiratory infection.

My gooogle search for home remedies convinced me that I was, indeed, dying of lung cancer.  I switched my search to cancer cures and found out that stress, lack of oxygen, lack of water, and a poor diet were the root causes of my self-diagnosed cancer.

Where the fuck can I find oxygen?  I thought it was in the air we breathe.  Do they sell that shit online?  I couldn’t find it anywhere, not even on Amazon.

Then I remembered grade school:  trees take in carbon dioxide and release oxygen  Humans take in oxygen and release carbon dioxide   So I googled trees and found out that one large tree can supply enough oxygen for 4 adults  Perfect.  I whipped out the calculator.  I have six large trees in my yard, divided by one adult, divided by small birds and maybe the occasional owl, definitely divided by squirrels, equals…..I’m killing my trees!  I need more adults to balance this ecosystem

So now I’m thinking maybe I have too much oxygen, not enough roommates, too many fucking squirrels, and not enough doctors.  Not to mention I’d prefer death than having to eat seaweed everyday for the rest of my life.

Then I read the very fine print on the cancer cure websites  It said they were not medical doctors and neither are you.  It said that they only practice in quackery and if you’ve been sick more than a week, you should consult a doctor now asshole instead of believing everything you read online

So maybe I’m the asshole in the family this year.  I can live with that.  I’m  not in my will.

Interview with a Potato

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Hello all, and welcome to the Stay Home Show.  I’m your host, the Stay at Home Philosopher.  Today we have a veeery special guest.  Known and loved by billions all around the world.  Whether you’ve run into him half baked, deep fried, or shredded, there is no denying the power of this starchy, tuberous crop.  Soooooo, without further ado, (as she WHIPS the audience into a frenzy) please welcome Potato to the Stay Home show.

The audience screams and shouts with joy!

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I know they may look calm to you, but I couldn’t figure out how to get everyone’s hands up at the same time.  Trust me, they were ecstatic to see potato in his original form.

Stay at Home:  Mr. Potato, welcome to the Stay Home Show.  Welcome, Welllcoooome!  (Stay at Home laughs and drinks her beer while she waits for the audience to calm down).  Mr. Potato, you seem to have quite a following.  What do you attribute this to?  How did you rise to this level?

Potato:  Well, I have been around for a while.  (Potato laughs with the audience.  “Duhhhh, what a stupid question,” they think to themselves).  As a matter of fact, I’ve been around forever!  (Crowd and Potato still laughing at The Stay At Home Philosopher).

Stay at Home:  What do you mean you’ve been around forever?  (Stay at Home feels stupid about the question she just asked.  How is she supposed to know what a real potato is?  Does anyone know what a real potato looks like anymore?  Feeling backed into a corner, she decides to ask a hard hitting question to get her dignity back.  She doesn’t know much about Potato but she does know her history).  Are you hinting at the Irish Potato famine?  Were you there?  (audience goes silent).

Potato:  I’ve been blamed for good times and bad times throughout history and I took a lot of heat for it.  No pun intended.  (Audience and Potato laugh).

Stay at Home:  So you were there?

Potato:  Yes.  I was there. (Audience goes into a more silent hush than the previous hush).

Stay at Home:  So what you are telling us today is that you are responsible for the death of millions and the invasion, I mean emigration, of the Irish, to the United States.  (audience, most of whom are Irish, boooo Stay at Home).

Potato:  The Irish did depend heavily on me.  That was their mistake, not mine.  A lot of people would like to blame me for the blight, but it’s not my fault.  It was a political and social problem.  The same kind we have today.

Stay at Home:  Are you saying you’re not to blame for the death of millions with your rotted core and black leaves when you were the only thing that 80% of the Irish relied on?

Potato:  What I’m saying is that I’m just a potato.  I’m delicious and nutritious.  Loaded with vitamin C.  There are so many things that can be done with me including starting a war.

Stay at Home:  I think we can all agree that you are delicious.  Audience, raise your hand if you think Potato is delicious.  (Audience raises their hands).  But who said anything about a war?  Mr. Potato, are you saying that the United States had something to do with the Irish Potato Famine?  (Silence falls over the audience again).

Potato:  I wouldn’t say it’s their fault but they certainly have culpability in this matter.  (Audience screams and jeers at Potato.  His own wife starts to eat Potato chips.)

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Stay at Home:  And is revenge what you’re up to Potato?  Did you reinvent yourself and make yourself with so many new and delicious flavors that Americans would become obese?  (Mr. Potato remains silent).  Answer the question Mr. Potato!  (the audience demands answers as well).

Potato:  If I knew you were going to go in this direction, I would have prepared a better answer yesterpotato.  All I can say, today, is that everyone would do well by taking 100% responsibility for all of history.  The earth would progress much more quickly.

The crowd goes into a frenzy and shreds Potato.

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Stay at Home:  Thank you all for coming to today’s show.  Tomorrow, we’ll be making hash browns.  Our special guest will be Vegetable Oil.  Have a wonderful night!

 

I'm badly shredded but still alive!

I’m badly shredded but still alive!

 

Just Another Friday Night…at home with the kids

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Just Another Friday night at home with the kids.

Mommy:  Ha ha ha.  That’s so funny.  Ha ha ha.  That’s funny too.

Kids:  We like it too mom…

Mommy:  Ohhh!  Shh…Shh…This is my favorite show.  Oh my gosh…look at that beautiful…look at what she’s wearing..look at those beautiful shoes!  Ohhh!  She got a new purse!

Mommy pouting:  I want one of them!  How come you never get me stuff like that?

Kids yelling:  Yeah Dad!  How come you never get us stuff like that?

Daddy jumping up:  You stupid bitch!

Mommy:  NO!  The kids are watching……………………………………………………………..

Daddy:  Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you started talking about that goddamn purse!

Mommy:  But..the..kids..are..watching…..TV!  I…give…up.  You…win.  That’s not funny.

Daddy to daughter:  Your mother keeps interrupting the show.  But we worked it all out.

Mommy:  That’s right honey.  Everything is all better now.  Now, all of you, get to bed!  Go on.  Right now!

 

10 minutes later….

Daddy:  You should stop doing that.

Mommy:  Doing this?

Daddy:  No.  Not this.  Did I say this?  No.  I said that.  Maybe if I were a TV show you’d listen to me.

Mommy:  Ha ha ha.  Your so funny.  But I still don’t know what you want me to stop doing.

Daddy:  You should stop putting the kids to bed without reading to them.  The TV says that it makes them dumb.

Mommy:  When did the TV say that?

Daddy:  I saw it on Oprah today.

Mommy:  Wowww!  You mean all I have to do is read to the kids and they’ll be smart?

Daddy:  Guaranteed!  I told you dumb-ass…I saw it on Oprah.

Help Free BARBIE!

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How can millions of Americans stand idly by while packagers strap Barbie, and her friends, down by the head, neck, arms, waist, and legs?  (Mattel, the world’s largest toy company – based on revenue, closed it’s last US manufacturing plant in 2002.  China now makes our favorite toy!)  We have to help free Barbie and I have some solutions.

Put her in a box.  It’s made out of paper and is biodegradable.  No research or rocket science involved in making boxes.  Guess which countries produce the most paper in the world?  The good ole’ US of A and Canada.  Which state produces the most paper?  Wisconsin.   No reason for alarm from tree-huggers either because today most paper is made from a combination of recycled materials, hemp, and kenaf (Google that shit).

Use a piece of tape or two to keep the box closed until Barbie reaches her final destination.  I don’t know anything about tape except that it is awesome.  It might be biodegradable, it might not be.  OK – I just Googled that – Cellulose tape is biodegradable. Decorate the box with all things Barbie and put a picture of what you’re getting on the front.  That way, when you open the box, you can see that the picture matches what’s inside the box.  (BRILLIANT!)

Once you’ve got your new Barbie, throw the box in the trash.

WAIT!  I know what you’re thinking.  That box is way to cute to throw away.  Here are some things to do with your new Barbie box:

1.)  Make a Barbie Bed.  Everyone deserves a safe, comfortable place of their own to sleep.

You can’t make a bed out of this:  (remnants of the plastic packaging.  I know… it’s hard to see.)

2.)  Store some of your old stuff in your new box.  But if you do that you should probably change the picture on the front so you don’t confuse yourself.

3.)  Make a birdhouse out of the box.  Just kidding…I bought the birdhouse.  But those Martha Stewart types could birdhouse the shit out of that box!

Help free Barbie, save the environment, and bring jobs to the United States!  Just say, “NO!” to sadistic plastic packaging.

Here is how you say, “NO!”:

Step 1.  Email Mattel and tell them that you won’t buy anything Barbie until they free Barbie!  (Buy your favorite Barbie first – then boycott Mattel).

Step 2.  Email Michael Moore…He’s awesome at stuff like this.

Step 3.  Tell everyone on Facebook to do the same thing.  The same thing is to email Mattel…(go back to step 1.).

Don’t get me wrong.  I Love Plastic.  Barbie and a lot of really great people are made of plastic.  But in the packaging department it is just not working and China doesn’t have to clean up the plastic packaging mess they are making…We do!

Notes to Mattel:

  • Don’t steal my idea about selling a Barbie… in a box… that is a bed.  I will sue you.
  • Bugger off the kids imagination.  Just give us the doll, in a cardboard box, and walk away.
  • If you need some solutions for store displays, call me.  I’ve been thinking about it and have some really good ideas.