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I got the following email today from my good friend Mandy Cook:
Hi all,
My friend Meagan Patrick lives in Denver, Colorado. The week before Halloween she had what she describes as an “episode” while at work. She was rushed to the hospital and immediately underwent brain surgery. She was then diagnosed with stage 3 astrocytoma. This type of brain cancer is the same that Senator Ted Kennedy suffered from. Astrocytoma never goes away; she will have to fight it as long as she lives.
Meagan has no health insurance and no transportation (after all, she’s an artist). The website (linked below) was developed by her partner. Please take a moment to learn more about Meagan and donate if possible, and be sure to check back often as it will document Meagan’s condition and progress.
Website: Save Meagan Patrick
Meagan is an awesome gal. Please help in whatever way you can. Prayers are much needed.
Love,
Mandy
Please spread the word and help if you’re able.
…was recently featured in “M Magazine” for her new book The Simpsons in the Classroom: Embiggening the Learning Experience with the Wisdom of Springfield. (Order your copy here.)
Unfortunately, the article isn’t featured online so here’s a scan of it. Click on the image for a (slightly) larger version.
Friend pimp,
…stars in the new Funny or Die short “Poopagain P.I.”
Dig it!
Vodpod videos no longer available.
He called the shit poop,
…and she will do just that if elected president in 2012.
Bring it, GOP!
Obama will eat her face in a debate,
…for our “Everyday People” section of “Tastes Like Chicken” back in October 2004. You can read the interview here. At the time, Joe was an 80-year-old funeral home director.
Four years later, in August 2008, Joe passed away. His daughter, Rita, has been a close friend of our family for years. After his death, Rita gave me two pairs of Adidas that Joe owned. (For an 80-year-old man, Joe was pretty damn hip.) One of the pairs was barely used; the other pair had never been worn even once.
I wore out the first pair awhile ago. This past weekend, I decided it was time to officially retire the second pair.
Still, even with his shoes long gone, I almost always have a piece of Joe on me… or stuck in my beard. On the day we interviewed him I grabbed a comb from the funeral home. I call it my funeral comb.
So thanks for the interview, the shoes, and the comb, Joe. I got pretty great use out of all three.
Joe’s Adidas,
…or at least that’s what she’s saying.
Let’s hope she at least learns the English language first.
Refudiate the positive,
…especially if you’re working on “Inglourious Basterds” with Quentin Tarantino.
Seventy-nine fucking explosives,
The Blarg 