THE EX-human FACTOR!

2011, day 165.

I should have brought my guitar with me to... Whatever state I'm in. I am suddenly struck with the urge to play (to the best of my ability) a bluesy-(ish)-sounding version of "You are my Sunshine" with only the smallest of nods to the original melody... plus I'm singing it, so any ACTUAL notes will be totally unplanned and only to be taken as a random occurence, NOT as a claim to any real singing abilities.

^That's what you get when lawyers edit your posts. (Even if they only have honorary degrees from AREC-U... and they live in my thumb... with an ex-human.)

Just a little update on me: I'n in the hospital for my semi-should-be-more-often CF tune up. No worries, I'm not real sick or anything, just a standard thing for CF-ers. (Is that supposed to be hyphenated?)

Yes, I have Cystic Fibrosis; no, I do not have cysts on my fibrosis; and no, I don't think "fibrosis" is a noun either... it's definitely not a body part.

I hope.

Where were we?

Ah yes... the issue of Ex-humans. It has come to my attention that some people have had their membership card to  the human race revoked. This bothered me for many reasons.

First: We have cards?
Second: Where's mine?
Third: Did I ever have one?
Fourth: AM I NOT HUMAN? OMFEOR (That is: "Oh My Funny Eggs On Rye" ... What did you think it meant?)
Fifth: What the hell does an ex-human look like?
Sixth: If you could choose one person whose memebership card you could revoke, (be they living or dead--or Cryogenically frozen) who would it be?
Seven: Do you think Walt Disney is Cryogenically frozen? (I like to think I blog about the important and pertinent issues of the day.)
Eight: I don't think Cryogenically should be capitalized every time.
Nine: When did this stop being about ex-humans bothering me?
Ten: Might as well make it a top ten list.
Eleven: ...with eleven entries.

Well... I've got nothin'

Sorry for waiting so long to post again. Please follow my blog, and tell your friends about it (and me)! --But not too much about me... I mean. My SSN is private info, dude(ette).

I will leave you with this quote: "Oops." ~Dr. Killroy... during Roy's brain surgery.

Ciao!

~Rafe