Things your mother told you would wreck your body. Fact, or old wives tales?
"Swallowed chewing gum takes 7 years to exit your system." It's not true. It follows the rule of GIGO down the alimentary canal, just like everything else you eat.
"Feed a cold and starve a fever." This is also not actually true. While it's true that your body needs energy (food) to fight a cold, you also need fuel in order to combat a fever. Bottom line: feed them both.
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away." That one is quasi-true. Apples contain antioxidants that help fight cancer, stroke and heart disease. They're also packed with pectin, a soluble fiber which helps the body eliminate cholesterol and fends off certain environmental toxins.
"Wait an hour after eating before going swimming." Nope, not true. Although it's probably beneficial to wait a little while before swimming to avoid cramps, there's no need to wait an entire hour. Professional athletes don't, and they rarely drown because they snacked before diving in.
"Chocolate causes acne." No, it does not! In fact, the contrary is true. Chocolate contains anti-oxidants which actually aid better skin and complexion. Acne is caused by bacteria, stress levels, the accumulation of dead skin cells, and hormonal activity. The next time you're hormonal, take your chocolate. You won't add insult to injury by getting zits.
"Chicken soup is good for a cold (and so many other things)." It IS true, in a circuitous kind of way. It's not a direct cure, but its ingredients help. When you're sick, you become dehydrated. Hot soup restores two vital ingredients in our bodies: water and salt, which are needed to hydrate your body.
"Cracking your knuckles causes arthritis." Wrong! Arthritis is caused by a variety of factors such as genetics, age, weight, previous injury, high-level sports and joint infections. If you crack your knuckles, your fingers will stretch out the lubricant between joints, known as synovial fluid. Bubbles then form in the fluid and they burst, hence the popping sound. And that's all there is to that.
Mama might have a thing or two to say about some of my own proclivities, too. Sometimes I do things I know I shouldn't do. I know before I do it that it's probably a bad idea, never mind that it seems like a good idea at the time. Whoa, mama -- the siren calls of some spots of trouble are simply irresistible. There are things to which I have no resistance. So, sue me. I am easily tempted if the circumstances and the phase of the moon are right. Say the right words and I'll show you my manuscript, send you a proposal, offer to help you out with a dozen different things, take your SOS call at 2:00 A.M., tell you my secrets. If it's sleek and fast, I want in. If it's innovative and exciting, I want a piece of it. If it's likely to snap me out of my comfortably numb inertia, I'm up for it. A lot of the time, it turns out okay. There are those times, however, when I end up getting myself busted into a million little pieces. I guess that's punishment enough for faltering, huh? Every time, I tell myself I'm not going to do that again. 'Til the next time. It doesn't look much like age is going to do anything towards mutating my addicted-to-danger gene. Maybe I should ask my mama about this. That would make her Mother's Day, wouldn't it?
Sighn the contract - The sound you make when you sign a PublishAmerica contract.
dose it all for free - Free drugs!
in the mean-time - Not included in the good-time.
non-the-less - No, this is cheaper than the other one.
statue of limitations - A sculpture done by a less than talented sculptor.
hygene - The gene that makes you tall.
I can't think of anything for these two. How about you?
Dear Young Sir,
No, you are not smarter than I. Hmph. Perhaps I failed to make myself clear in my previous communique. I do not care what you think. It's completely immaterial to anything in this reeking universe of Putrid Publishing. I live to insult young turks like you. Duh. What I have been smoking is (1) none of your business and (2) you're too young to know.
Don't threaten me with any fire-breathing flying cobra sharks, either. I eat sharks for breakfast, and I roast with them with the fire that I myself breathe. My flying monkeys clean up the mess. They can clean your clock, too, if you continue to push the envelope. And I don't believe there's any such thing as a cobra shark. If there is, bring it to me. I'll eat it, too.The bottom line here is, you'll get tone at any time I so decree. Moreover, you will take it. And learn to love it. And if you have any sense at all, you will cease and desist from threatening my flunkies. They need their noses, their jaws, and their right eyes to better serve me, thank you very much.
Now, write the book pronto and get it in here. If you so much as dream of Lulu, we shall arbitrate you out of existence because you, young sir, have already signed your contract. In blood. And believe me, we can get more out of you should you continue this nonsense.
Are we simpatico here? Hey, have a nice day!
THE Goddess of Putrid (the artist formerly known as Jessimo)
Will there ever be any shortage of big-headed morons? They're everywhere. Speaking of which, why do so many of your employees have the same names as, well, Frederick, Maryland, criminals? Are they doppelgangers? Are y'all making zombies up there? Inquiring minds want to know.
Inquiring Mind - Duh
Y'all ODd somebody on Kool-Aid, did the whole brainwashing thing on them, and trained them to be one of your head cheerleaders. Then, you up and fired them. Thing is, your Cult training is still running full-tilt boogie and this person is out of control, cavorting like a lunatic all over the Internet. Can't y'all do something to rein them in? I'd be willing to let you keep my next royalty check if you'll just DO something. Call it my contribution toward hiring a deprogrammer who knows what he's doing. Please, this person is actually trying to impersonate a functional human being with a brain. That ain't right. You created the monster; now you stop it.
Getting Whiplash From All the Head-shaking
This is my excuse. What's yours?
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