Out Of This World Wednesday

Vital Virus Vectors!

 I have no idea what a vector is, but it fit the alliteration in title above.

As you may recall, Rosie and Gary have been stricken...or is that strucken, by the VTTYBS! (the virus that takes your bloody soul)

Fortunately, Mumsthewitch has provided them a cure, by giving them a nasty tasting potion to drink, and directing them to stand on their right leg all night long!

Gary - "Well, the sun's up, Rosie! I hope we are cured."

Rosie - "Well, the sun's up, Rosie! I hope we are cured."

Gary - "Oh, no! You're still repeating my words!! That means we still have the VTTYBS!!! What went wrong?!!"

Rosie - "Oh, no! You're still repeating my words!! That means we still have the VTTYBS!!! What went wrong?!!"

Gary - "We followed Mumsthewitch's instructions perfectly! We drank the nasty tasting potion, stood on our right leg all night, and...and WE FORGOT TO CALL HER IN THE MORNING!!!"

Rosie - "We followed Mumsthewitch's instructions perfectly! We drank the nasty tasting potion, stood on our right leg all night, and...and WE FORGOT TO CALL HER IN THE MORNING!!!"

Gary proceeds to call Mumsthewitch on his
"phlip phone!"

Mumsthewitch - "Gidday, mite! Yer virus is ova! Ya sived yer souls in the nick a tom!! Goodonya!!" 

Rosie - "What did she say, Gary?"

Gary - "I think she said, good day, mate! Your virus is over! You saved your souls in the nick of time! Good on you! However, I'm not as fluent in 2nd Dimension 3rd Australian as you, Rosie."

Image of  2nd Dimension 3rd Australia

Rosie - "The VTTYBS MUST be over, because we're not repeating each other."

Gary - "The VTTYBS MUST be over, because we're not repeating each other."

Rosie - "Oh, stars!! It's BACK!!!"

Gary - "Ha ha! Just messin' wit ya, Rosie! Ha ha ha ha!"

Rosie - "Ha ha, is it?  Don't forget the olde Glirkazoidian saying..."There are 7, 165, 832, 111 ways to get even, and you won't know what hit ya when one of them wreaks havoc upon your little green head when you least expect it!"

Gary - "That's not an olde Glirkazoidian saying, you just made that up."

Rosie - "Well, it is now! I'm registering it in the Glirkazoidian Olde Sayings Registry as we speak!"

Gary - "Is that like the "Star Registry" the earthlings invented, to con folks out of their cash many bimi- lennials ago, in the future?" 

Rosie - "Shut up, Gary." 

As our gay (joyful) Glirkazoids zoom zoom through the, seemingly, unending reaches of spaze, they break out in song...

Sung to the tune of the Flintstones...

♪Virus! We kicked the virus, 
By standing on one leg last night,
We drank the nasty potion,
But this morning we are both alright.♪

♪We're glad that we didn't lose our souls,
Now we can reach our mission's goals,
Since we've kicked the virus,
We can kick old Krug the Kruddy's,
Kick old Krug the Kruddy's,
Kick old Krug the Kruddy's BUTT!!!!♪

Krug

Now the scene changes and we see the ugly, Krug the Kruddy, viewing Gary and Rosie singing, on his highly technical "viewmaster" apparatus.

Not THIS viewmaster!

More like this.

Krug - "UGLY?! Who said I'm UGLY?!! 

Narrator - "Uh, I'm...uh..just reading this Mr. Krug. Sorry. 

Krug - "You BEST be careful of what you read, pal! I've destroyed whole galaxies for less!!"

"Anyway...Drat, the VTTYBS did NOT take the worthless souls of Rosie and Gary, and they are mocking the mighty Krug!! I need to send them a "force" that will surely take them down!! Ha ha ha ha, Haaaa, ha ha ha, hee hee hee!!!"

Force? What force will the ruggedly handsome Krug send, to "take down" our glorious Glirkazoid G.I's?
G.I. stands for Glirkazoid icons!

Earth icons...can you name them?

Try to be patient! I know you'd like to know what "force" Krug will be sending, but unfortunately, you'll be "FORCED" to wait until next Wednesday! 

Cure May Be Worse Than The Disease?

Really?

We have millions of examples in history where the cure was worse than the disease.

A public health response to the Black Death

Less disturbing, if equally useless, were the numerous plague ‘cures’. Strapping live chickens around plague buboes or drinking potions laced with mercury, arsenic or ground horn from the mythical unicorn did not help. Nor did carrying sweet-smelling flowers and herbs or ornate pomanders to purify the air. But amid the chaos, the pandemic prompted more useful responses - early public health measures to be expanded and then refined in the coming decades. For the Black Death should not be seen in isolation. It was the main event, a big bang. But it was also the herald for waves of lesser plague outbreaks that appeared regularly until well into the 1700s.

bu·bo

/ˈb(y)o͞obō/

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noun

plural noun: buboes

1. a swollen inflamed lymph node in the armpit or groin.

po·man·der

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noun

plural noun: pomanders

1. a ball or perforated container of sweet-smelling substances such as herbs and spices, placed in a closet, drawer, or room to perfume the air or (formerly) carried as a supposed protection against infection
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The first example that popped into my infertile mind was that of George Washington, who, according to some historians, died of his "cure," not the disease.

Yes! The father of our country was REALLY sick, but it wasn't until they bled him of 40% of his blood that he went to that big, Mt. Vernon plantation in the sky!

Then there were those "folk cures" my great grandma used. Like rubbing dirt on a wound, or axle grease and spider webs on a DEEP  wound, or horse manure, if gangrene has set in,  but ALWAYS drinking moonshine throughout the whole ordeal, to cleanse your innards!

Okay! President Trump said yesterday, that maybe shutting down the world's economy (AKA the "cure"), could be worse than the disease!

I see his point. If  millions of folks lose their jobs, businesses, commit suicide, starve to death, kill each other over T.P., cannot produce food for the hungry, are prevented from having funerals and weddings, or Moose Lodge gatherings, or going to Disney Theme Parks, shooting the s%*t at the barber shop, and a million other things...is the "cure" worth it?

Of course, I'm too wishy washy to take a stand one way or the other, but I'm behind whatever has the best results in the end, which I hope I'm alive to witness. 

In conclusion, I'm so thankful I'm not President Trump, Vice President Pence, Dr. Fauci, or any other person responsible for making the decisions that will determine the survival of America, as we know it!

I know God has the ultimate say so, but it keeps us on our toes wondering what He has in store for the near future!

That reminds me! I need to pray more than I watch the news!

Keep Your Social Distance

A Poem For The Time!

I've been hiding from my neighbors,

Putting up resistance,

Acting like a hermit,

To keep my social distance.

Putting on my hazmat suit,

Throwing up a big fence,

Replacing all the door locks,

To keep my social distance.

If you wanna hug me,

I'm gonna be an old Grinch,

And keep you all six feet away,

To keep my social distance.

I had to do some shopping,

Bought T.P., bread and incense, 

Of course, I got it all on line,

To keep my social distance. 

If you wanna be a healthy horse,

Free from those oxy tents,

Practice social distancing,

Yes! Keep your social distance!! 

 "The War Of The Worlds," In Reverse!

Try to follow me on this, 'cause this is some deep stuff!

Remember "The War Of The Worlds?" Not the radio show that freaked everybody out, but the 1953 movie with Gene Barry.

To make a long movie short, the high tech aliens were brought down by a virus! No earth weapons could kill the alien monsters, but a simple virus wiped them out.

• (Gene Barry) "You might get a clue from that anemic blood."
• (Duprey) "Are you suggesting a biological approach?"
• (Gene Barry) "We know now that we can't beat their machines. We've got to beat them."
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Narrator:
The Martians had no resistance to the bacteria in our atmosphere to which we have long since become immune. Once they had breathed our air, germs, which no longer affect us, began to kill them. The end came swiftly. All over the world, their machines began to stop and fall. After all that men could do had failed, the Martians were destroyed and humanity was saved by the littlest things which God and His wisdom had put upon this Earth.

Okay, now stay with me. NOTHING could bring down the American economy! So, the American economy represents the mighty aliens!

Some unidentified folks wanted to bring down the American lifestyle, so they create a virus that TOTALLY cripples the American economy in a matter of days!

Get it! "The War Of The Worlds," in reverse!! 

Or not.

Hollywood Bound...Maybe!

I don't know if I should be sharing this with y'all, but I will be auditioning for a movie role at the end of April!

I sent in a video of me doing a scene from "On The Waterfront" and they messaged me to come in for an audition!

By now you're thinking this is not a REAL movie audition. It's a scam, Danny! 

No. This is real! The producers of the upcoming movie were featured on the Greg and Dan radio show. 

Greg swears he had nothing to do with me getting the audition, and I believe him. He wouldn't lie about something this immense!

The film will be distributed by NBC Universal, which is a company I've heard of in my history of movie watching.

It's a very small part (they already sent me the lines), but ya gotta start somewhere, right?

They also sent me a "size sheet," which is exactly what it sounds like. I had to fill in all my sizes for my movie costume, if I pass the audition. 

I'm not going to mention the name of the movie, or any other details, because I don't want to step on their marketing plans and get sued or something.

Anyway, pray that I do good on my audition, but wait until the end of April, so the prayers are totally fresh! However, if you pray AFTER April 25th, you'll be too late!

I won't forget all of you "little people" when I appear on the "big screen!"  I'll be like Bill Murray, or Keanu Reeves.  Down to earth and lovable, when I have time for slumming. 

Okay! Who's got my back?