Friday Photo #36

WTF? CLOWNS!?!??!!! For my Birthday?!?

Okay, so like many establishments, a local South Side restaurant partakes in one of those ubiquitous rewards programs in which you eat there for like 20 years in order to receive ten bucks off of your dinner. It's kinda annoying, so naturally I signed up. And naturally I always forget my card. At this rate, I'll be well into my Zombie, post-death years before I see any kind of pay off. Mmmmm... brains... Whatev.

Anywho, they sent me a coupon for a free birthday dinner. Sweet, right? No. Not sweet. The dill weeds put a freaking clown on the card!?

A CLOWN! To me!

WTF?! And I couldn't even cut the bastard off the card because the coupon was positioned BEHIND his disgusting fat-ole-creepy-painted-John Wayne Gacy-pedophile mug.

What were they thinking? Seriously. It's like they don't even know me.

Staring The Scary Age Monster Square In The Face

or a juvenile joins the ranks of adulthood

*snort* NOT!

Okay, so today is the anniversary of my birth. To be specific, it is the 50th anniversary of my birth. I know, right? Crazy. Me? She of the 12 year old boy potty humor... 50!?!

Fortunately I had the help of my wonderfully whack friends and work mates to help usher me across the enemy decade line to the land of AARP discounts, early bird dinners and the perpetual left turn signal in style and sophistication.

Ah, screw it. If you can't laugh at yourself and enjoy being an idiot...what's the point, right?

The day all started with cawffee at Heather's

And ended with cake

Holy Crap! Is that a big enough piece of cake, or what?! Seriously.

Forthwith is a small pictorial of the random crap that happened in between:

The Morning Gang (just how many TV types can you jam into a viewfinder?)

Abusing the visage of my dear KJo

A plethora of platitudes and aging attitudes

some of my work partners in immature crime

Fun with our Mascot, Todd the Frog *slurp* (please don't call PETA. he likes it, I swear.)

Me and my old college chum, Martan, smashing faces. I don't know why. It's what we do.

Su-Su-Sushi!!

After all the abuse, Todd the Frog has a well-earned cocktail

You just knew SOMEONE was going to be a smart ass

Shrimp got your tongue? (see how mature aging has made me)

"I crush your head"

a portrait of a self-portrait

How about a little bromance, Scarecrow?

Shakin' their groove thang for the "Spotlight" dance

CAKE...on a steeeeck!!! Nom Nom Nom

The entire motley crew of near-do-wells

Now pay the bill and get the Hell out, Round Eye

Thus ends the irreverent beginnings to a new decade. I could not think of a better way to celebrate my Large Marge birthday than surrounded by these folks. The only thing missing from the frivolity was my Geo.

So to all my friends, family and assorted associates...thank you from the bottom of my restless heart for your well wishes, your love, your support, your hugs and your irrepressible immaturity that makes my world go round. Life would be oh-so dull without you all. (Dude...that rhymes!)

Special thanks to Beets for managing the madness.

You guys ROCK!! I love you, Man!

What Would Pope Benedict Tweet?

or the Popester... embracing social media?!?

Okay, so I think the Apocalypse is nigh. Seriously.

The Pope put out a statement to priests that they must now start blogging and Facebooking to connect with the younger types, as reported in the uber-hip, trend-citing site, Mashable.

http://mashable.com/2010/01/24/pope-priests-blog/

No word as to when the Pontiff will open his own Twitter account--I think WWJT (What Would Jesus Tweet) would be a sweet handle for him or maybe PBPopeyPope--but I look forward to the day Ole Benny XVI sports a "Which Mad Men Character Are You?" Avatar.

They're also looking into developing Catholic-specific, "Get Into Heaven Free" iPhone Apps. Social Media fueled Religion. Bizarro World, man.

"Need to work off some indulgences? Yeah... We got an App for that."

In Which I Discover My Second Career

Okay, so Friday was beauty day. Big Mar, Suzette and I piled in the car and headed to Angie's for our six week cut, color (or as I prefer to call it...natural color enhancement. yes. I am in denial. Don't judge me.) and in my case mustachio management. This last item is accomplished with gobs of chocolate scented wax.

Ponder that image a minute. Me...Brown wax...on my upper lip. Think about it. Totally looks like a "Dirty Sanchez". Ewwwwwwwww...

Moving on...

Suzette is the Mexican Hairless. I, on the other hand, have my share, her share, Tom Selleck's share of upper lip hair. I'm not kidding. If I didn't know I had girlie bits, I'D swear I was a man. Seriously. Those bloody bastard are already showing by the time I pull into the driveway.

So anywho, a couple months ago I was in the bathroom when the sun came through the window in such a way that highlighted my jaw line. Hmmmm. What is that? Blonde hair? But it wasn't just a rogue, wiry blonde hair or three. I've ripped those puppies out lots of times. No. This was more diabolical. It was a full-on, thick coat of one-half inch long blonde hair spanning one end of my jaw to the other. WTF?

I have a freaking BEARD!?!?!

When the Hell did this happen? I am officially a Yeti. A Sasquatch. The mysterious bi-pedal, fur covered, mono-syllabic beasty who eludes curious seekers in the deep woodlands.

Holy F*cking Crap!

I immediately took out Geo's electric razor and manscaped that baby. You would not believe the amount of fur I carved off my chin. Good Lord! I could have lined a pair of UGGs with that pile of felled follicles.

So now my cut and color includes a complete De-Yetification in which I resemble an Amish gent named Jedediah, what with the chocolate brown wax all up on my grill.

De-Yetification... That sounds like the title to a Lauren Hill record: "The De-Yetification of Murray Pops"

Well, at least now if I lose my job at the Special K, I know what my second career will be. I can join the rest of the carnival freaks, because I'm a shoe-in for the Bearded Lady.

"Step right up, folks...."

Why I Would Have Been A Fun, But Bad Parent

Because I would have totally bought this book and read it to my baby every day until she memorized its contents.

Yes, each page contains an actual cocktail recipe. Hey, in this economy everybody needs to know a useful trade :D

Now quit crying and mix me a drink, Baby!

In Which I Am In Awe Of The Positive Power Of Social Media

Okay, so I have a well-documented love/hate relationship with social media. I love Facebook for it's warm, fuzzy family feel and the way it has allowed me the opportunity to reconnect with friends with whom I'd lost track. By contrast I have been openly antagonistic towards Twitter, even though I am an active participant.

I know. It makes no sense.

Whereas I find Facebook a viable, legitimate form of cyberspace communication with your real-life friends and family; Twitter seems shallow, superficial and narcissistic. More a time wasting vehicle for self-serving drivel and the famous to court each other while promoting their own careers.

That opinion changed after the events of this past week.

When the devastating earthquake befell Haiti, it became known, via Twitter, that two local sisters, Jaime and Ali McMutrie (actual sisters, not nuns) who have selflessly spent the past few years of their young lives caring for and placing hundreds of Haitian orphans, were forced to live on their lawn because their building was unstable. They had very little fresh water, food or supplies and over 100 children for which to care.

Desperate to get the girls and the children to the US safely, a beloved local blogger formerly known as Pitt Girl, (Virginia Montanez) put the call for help out via the much maligned by me, Twitter. And boy did people step up. Folks spread the word across the country by retweeting info and working whatever connections they had to get coverage on the networks and newspapers, procure supply donations, charter planes, and plead with the politicos to slice through the red tape of government bureaucracy in order to transport 54 children to Pittsburgh.

Then yesterday after overcoming numerous obstacles, the plane carrying the orphans touched down at Pittsburgh International Airport. You can watch the video here. I can tell you there was not a dry eye in the studio.

There are so many people to thank for the happy outcome of this ordeal. Many of those involved will never be known. The politicians and hospital PR yahoos got to stand in front of the press conference mic and pat themselves on the back for a job well done, but the reality is this...

A blogger was able to galvanize the public and prod the political machine into swift action by using the immediate connective capabilities of Twitter.

The events of this past week have given me a new found respect for the impact of these networks. Through them the world has gotten so small--in a good way. Do I still think these sites are a waste of time? Sure, but right now... at this minute, I am in awe of the positive power of social media.

We All Need A Little Help Sometimes

or we're all in this together

Cancer sucks.

I just wanted to throw that out there. Whether it's the so-called "good" kind, the "bad" kind, the quiet kind, the loud kind... It all sucks. It is the only truly indiscriminating thing on Earth.

And I hate it.

I know what you're thinking... "What the ef? What's up with you, Murray? Why the downer topic? Not enough milk in your Cheerios? Did you forget the Bailey's in your java juice this morning? Fat Cat got your 401K?"

Well, actually all of the above, but mainly it's because six of my dear friends and a family member have battled this hideous disease over the past few years. They've all come through the mental and physical ordeal of being poked, prodded and gassed up on enough chemicals to stop a raging bull to tell about it. Save one.

And I miss her every day.

As a spectator, it's difficult to know exactly how to approach a friend's illness. Do you ask questions? Do you distract them? Do you ignore it? What I've learned from my dear departed friend is this: what cancer patients want more than anything is some sense of normalcy. It's such a traumatic, all encompassing event that has turned their life into complete turmoil that they are desperate for a distraction from the self-absorbing nature of this new day-to-day existence.

The best thing you can do as a friend is treat her as you always have: lend her your shoulder to lean on, let her talk it out, dish about co-workers, allow her the opportunity to listen to your woes however insignificant they may be, be ready with the big bear hugs and above all else... bring the funny.

Even if you think the story is stupid, tell it. Even if you know you're making an ass of yourself, do it. Even if you think it is completely off-color and inappropriate for someone in her "condition", share it. Few things are as uplifting or freeing as a great big ole belly laugh.

So be the dancing monkey. Lighten her load.

And when you find she needs more than you can offer, needs to be assured she isn't alone in her trials, send her to this website:

http://www.navigatingcancer.com/

It's brand spanking new and its mission is to help cancer patients share their stories, connect with other patients to compare treatment notes, discuss doctors, form support groups, whatever they need to understand and deal with this insane, upside-down world in which they find themselves an unwilling participant.

You're not passing her off. You're lovingly passing her on to others who know what she's going through first hand.

Knowledge is power. Compassion a gift. Understanding a comfort.