vendredi, novembre 26, 2004

We Can Make the World a Whole Lot Brighter

With apologies to The Brady Bunch, the title of this afternoon's post refers to my dear friend Cardinal Fang, who, perhaps buoyed by a little extra Turkey (of the Wild variety), recently epiphanied all over himself.

Seems that dear Fang has come to the realization that he is "destined to change the world for good." That got me to wondering: How many famous people, either in interviews, essays, books, or what have you, said that they, too, felt that they were destined to make the world a better place? With thanks to our good friends at Google, herewith a short list:
    Billy Graham
    Garner Ted Armstrong
    John Lennon
    L. Ron Hubbard
    Madonna
    Strom Thurmond
    George W. Bush
    Chelsea Clinton
    Adolf Hitler
    Lee Harvey Oswald
    Theodore Kaczynski
    James Earl Ray
    Josef Stalin
    Pol Pot
    Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme
    Charles Manson
    David Berkowitz
    Mary Kate & Ashley Olson

'Nuff said.

My Personal Physician and Counselor Intercedes

Those of you who read my last blog entry are already aware that the esteemed Dr. Ubah Anyadiegwu of Lago, Nigeria, has contacted me by email regarding the settlement of the estate of one late Eng. Walter Dietrich. I commented in my last entry that my dear friend and fellow denizen of the blogosphere, Dr. Polymer Noyz, had recently toyed with a similar Internet scammer, with hilarious results.

I jokingly suggested that perhaps the esteemed Dr. Noyz would care to respond to Dr. Anyadiegwu on my behalf, given his prior experience in such matters—certainly not expecting him to take me up on this offer, as the good Doctor is a very busy man, indeed. However, the good Doctor rarely does the expected, and so this morning I was gifted with his most delightful reply to Dr. Anyadiegwu on my behalf, which I include here for your amusement and enlightenment.

I must say, if this is what it means to have a "personal physician, counselor, and friend," it does not suck in the least.

Dear Dr. Anyadiegwu,

Although I realize I am risking violating one of my most sacred vows and breaching the confidentiality that exists between a man and his doctor, I feel as though current circumstances warrant my immediate intervention.

Which is not, by any means, to suggest that the ends justifiy the means. However, the ends you suggest imply the justification of a great quantity of means, if you get my meaning sir. As I have no doubt you are a man of business I am certain that you do.

I am writing to you on behalf of a one of my patients, the esteemed Mr. Dietrich. I am his personal physican, counselor, and friend.

You recently contacted him via electonic correspondence and communicated information regarding the accidental death of and the estate of the late Engineer Walter Dietrich.

The late Engineer Walter Dietrich is the estranged father of my client.

One can only presume that the woman to whom you refer to as "his wife" was the late Engineer Walter Dietrich's mistress and his maid's daughter. They both disappeared in 1989. At that time it became known to the first Mrs. Dietrich through a series of photographs and videotapes that Mr. Dietrich's relationship with both the maid and her daughter had degenerated into a different type of professional relationship. The maid was pimping her daughter.

Local law enforcement authorities reminded Mr. Walter Dietrich that the girl was only fifteen and of the illegal, immoral, and unhealthy aspects of sodomy. The couple fled the country with the aid of false documents purchased from a cross-eyed Swiss forger with one arm. Mr. Walter Dietrich has been neither seen nor heard from since.

The younger Mr. Dietrich became despondent. Not only had he lost his father, but he was also grief-stricken by the loss of what he referred to as a "sweet piece of tail". Apparently he had also monied up the maid to diddle the daughter.

He descended into a hellish cycle of over the counter cold remedy abuse (OCCRA). He has been in my care for the treatment of this malady for the past few years. OCCRA is a very damaging and difficult condition to cure. The treatment of OCCRA is most delicate. I fear that your recent correspondence containing the tragic news of his father's untimely demise may provide a psychic push to cause the younger Mr. Dietrich to again begin the nightmare of suda-freaking and bena-downing.

Mr. Dietrich is eager to resolve the matter of his father's estate in an expeditious fashion. However, at this time it is my professional opinion that his current mental state is much too fragile to handle complicated legal affairs.

It is his request that you direct future correspondence on this matter to me, The Good Doctor Polymer Noyz, his personal physician, counselor and friend.

I have little doubt that we can reach a swift conclusion that is equally beneficial and agreeable to all involved parties. I wait further instruction and I look forward to your response.

Sincerely,

Dr. Polymer Noyz
As for me, must dash; I'm running low on Sudafed and I'm not nearly tweaked enough yet to face such a bright, sunshiney day.

lundi, novembre 22, 2004

Why Are All Dead Rich Relatives Named Walter?

Those of you who have followed the saga of our friend Dr. Polymer Noyz and his dear departed (and hitherto unknown) Uncle Walter probably share my fond memories of how Polymer so masterfully toyed with one Mr. Colin Fritz, allegedly of the Hong Kong and Shanghai Banking Corporation.

Sadly, I don't have the time or inclination to screw with Dr. Ubah Anyadiegwu in the same fashion—although dear God, that is fun to say. However, I couldn't help but notice that my own dearly departed rich relative is also named Walter. I'm not quite sure what to deduce from that, other than the possibility that, in the entire African subcontinent, the only American first name that is known is, apparently, Walter.

I also find it curious that Dr. Anyadiegwu spells his name with two A's in his letter, but there is only one A in his email address. I point this out just in case Dr. Noyz desires to write back to Dr. Anyadiegwu on my behalf; it might be wise to address any emails to both spellings. :)


Dr. Ubah Anyadiegwu.
Assistant Deputy Director,
Credit and Control office
International Trust Bank Plc.
ICON House, 6th Floor, Idejo Street,
Victoria Island, Lagos, Nigeria.
Email:dr_ubahanydiegwu@yahoo.fr

Dear Dietrich,

I am Dr. Ubah Anaydiegwu, Assistant Deputy Director, Credit and Control with the International Trust Bank Plc. I was personal account manager to one late Engineer Walter Dietrich, of your country, who till his death was a contractor with Impressario Nigeria Limited, Moenier Oil & Gas Consult and Nigerian Ports authority.

On the 28th of November 1999, Engr. walter, his wife and their two children were involved in a car accident along Gwagwalada express road and all occupants of the vehicle unfortunately lost their lives. At the time of his death, Walter had a deposit of $15.6 Million which was proceed of a contract work he just concluded with the Nigerian Ports authority. The payment was made with an Ecobank cheque which I personally cleared.

Unfortunately, till this moment no one has come as his relation for his deposit with us. My colleagues and I humbly request your attention to this matter so that we can present you as his next of kin or beneficiary to his deposit. It is not a very difficult thing to do especially as you share the same last name with him and it will not take time too. All we need is to change the name and particulars of his next of kin to yours in our computer database and we file in an application for the release of the fund through the Probate Office in your name.

It does not necessarilly mean that you must be here to conclude the deal, we may request that the money be sent to Europe or even the United States for payment. Please contact me as quickly as possible on phone 234-80-356-55193 or email;dr_ubahanydiegwu@yahoo.fr, We will talk about the sharing ratio as soon as you get in touch with me.

PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOU USE GIVEN EMAIL ADDRESS ie;dr_ubahanydiegwu@yahoo.fr}

Kind regards,

Dr. Ubah Anaydiegwu
Can't wait to get the money, Ubah.

vendredi, novembre 12, 2004

Goodbye To You

Congratulations today to my dear friend Cardinal Fang on what will, we hope, be his last day of corporate slavery ever. If only his beloved soon-to-be-former employer knew how many screenplays, novels, short stories, blog entries, polemics, treatments, sitcom scripts, essays, rants, and emails had been composed on their time, typed on their computers, and printed on their printers . . .

On second thought, no. It's definitely better if they don't know.

Good luck, my boy.

jeudi, novembre 11, 2004

Norman? Stop Groping that Woman! Norman!!

In a less deadly but perhaps no less psychotic turn on the archetypal Tony Perkins role, a West Virginia man has developed a novel strategy for indulging his penchant for feeling boobies. Posing as his own mother, man places ad in paper seeking home health workers to change her retarded adult son's diapers. Women respond to ad. Man, dressed as his own mother, interviews and hires two of the women. Women report for work. Man, now drooling and clad only in his nappies, proceeds to fondle their breasts while they change his diaper.

Who said American ingenuity was dead?