By George, He's Coming!

Just announced last week: George Michael is doing a concert tour in the USA this summer! Performance locations include Las Vegas, L.A., Chicago, New York, Boston, and Washington D.C. (which is on Tuesday, July 29th at the Verizon Center.) For other dates and cities, click here then click on "tour".

Tickets go on sale this Friday for DC. Do you have an American Express card? You can buy tickets Tuesday. Better yet- are you a member of George Michael's fanclub? You can get tickets now.

Riddle Me This (achoo!)

Q: "What does an eskimo and Ernie have in common?"
A: "No matter what they do, they can't get rid of the cold."

Works Every Time.

Telemarketer: "Can I speak with Mr. Deomap- Deomapolos?"
Me: "Catchong. Wukka wee canna heecho. Pomana?"
T: "Do you speak English?"
M: "Hanna mukka mukka. Teelap."
T: "Thank you."

(click)

I'm Breaking Up With Paul.

Paul Frank, not Paul, my man.

Several weeks ago, Paul Frank Industries established a partnership with Creata, a major promotion and marketing company whose clients are McDonald's, Coca-Cola and Sony.

Julius The Monkey, Paul Frank's mascot, was exclusive to Paul Frank Industries and its retail stores. The company prided itself by being owned and operated similar to a "mom and pop" business, where everything was done "in-house", relying on it's own talents and creativity.

But working with Creata, the purpose of the partnership will be to take Paul Frank and Julius to a globally-known household name level, by putting Julius in Happy Meals, school supplies, groceries, and tee-shirts found at Wal-Mart and Target.

Paul Frank retail stores will soon close. Gone is the exclusivity of Julius. The limited-edition production of Paul Frank merchandise is in the past. Prepare for Julius to be as widely-known as Spongebob Squarepants.

Read more about how a once great company sells out by clicking here.

Happy Easter, Everyone...

hope you had a nice weekend.

FYI- I'm back in my house in Arlington, Virginia, right outside of Washington, D.C. My parents left for the Philippines last Friday, creating the perfect opportunity to cut the umbilical cord and go through chemo without the help of mom's TLC. It was good, I ate well, it was just time to switch the nurse-on-duty to Paul.

Poor, poor guy. I know I'm a handful, especially now since I caught a cold.

MRI Results:

None of my brain tumors grew in size, no new tumors were discovered however, no shrinkage of existing tumors due to chemo.

My doctor said as long as things appear stable, he wants to continue to administer chemotherapy, possibly up to a year.

I promptly replied, "No."

Silver Lining In Their Hair

Dennis Quaid. Harrison Ford. Mark Harmon. George Clooney. Even Nicholson, Pacino, and Kevin Costner. You know why I admire these guys? Because these "older" actors did not succumb to the typical Hollywood practice of having plastic surgery to preserve their once youthful face.

I have so much respect for them- perhaps the reason why they've all become legends is due to their untouched rugged good looks. They offer an example that maybe we should follow: "We grow older, and it's okay if we look like it. Love your looks in all stages of your life."

Call me an antique shopper, but I prefer the first four men I mentioned over Brad, Leo, or Johnny.

Non-Idol Results

Want to know whether my chemo's working or not?

So do I. Tomorrow is my first MRI since being on chemo. It will detect whether the regimen was successful or just something to make me exhausted all the live long day.

Tuesday's part two of my MRI. On Thursday I meet with the doctor for the results. I hear a drumroll in the distance.

I Need Your Help.

Ever since he was a child, my grandfather who's now eighty-eight years old drank Postum every morning, a caffeine-free alternative to coffee.

Recently, Kraft Foods discontinued manufacturing Postum before we even had a chance to stock up. Now he's going through "withdrawal" of his normal morning routine and longs to have a cup of Postum again.

If you go to your grocery store today or over the weekend, could you check the coffee aisle for Postum? If they have it, call me on my cell phone (434)227-9709, and we'll work something out for picking up can five jars. (red or blue label is fine).

Small mom-and-pop grocery stores may have Postum still on their shelf.

Thank you for helping me keep my grandpa happy,

Ernie

Fierce. Tranny. Hot Mess.

The more I watch this, the more I laugh. Sometimes "Chemo Brain Up In Here!" needs a good laugh.

Project Runway Winner, Christian Siriano

"Fierce." (pronounced "feirth")

"Tranny."

"Hot Mess."

What does that mean?

Moonlighting, Yet Unemployed

Oh, Ernie, Ernie, Ernie. You're always stuck in the past, revelling in the days of yore, wanting to relive history in so many ways, whether you're purchasing novelty playthings on ebay or reviewing high school yearbooks to google former classmates.

But you've reached rock-bottom (again). This time, you're helplessy trying to revive a tv show that's been resting in peace for over twenty years.

Ernie spent this weekend with a bunch of "Moonlighting" episodes recorded back-to-back on VHS. And although you've seen them all before, you still feel a bond with Maddie and David, Agnes, and Bert. (And Sam, played by actor, Mark Harmon (woof.))

Bong Hit?

What's that in Ernie's head? Is he having a little bit o' whammy-jammy to help him cope with chemo?

Hardly. It's yet another medicine he's on called pentamidine, which is now part of his weekly treatment. Allegedly, it's nothing big without any side effects. If so, then why:

*While I'm sucking in that stuff, nobody could is allowed to be in the room with me?

*The nurse calls the paraphernalia a "peace pipe"?

*It makes a gurgling sound as I inhale it in?

Sure sounds fishy. Not "fishy" rather, "trippy."

Where's Ernie?

He has many e-mails that he needs to write.

He has calls to return.

If he can blog, why can't he get off his lazy butt and write or call you back?

Because he's exhausted thanks to his dear friend who is nothing but an energy-suck, Mr. Chemo.

He will reply...just let him nap a wee bit more.

New: Egg Beaters With Yolk

Um, I'm not sure I get it. Then what's the point?