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DOG DITTY DAILY #4

September 11th, 2008

Copyright The Quipping Queen 2006.

DOG DITTY DAILY #4

A Motivational Moment for Misguided Masters & Mutts

Compiled by Hugo Hotagen, DDD (Duke of Doorknobs & Doghouses), a loyal lapdog-in-training apprented to the affable, agnostic and all-round air-headed Court of the Quipping Queen.

A quirky, quizzical and sometimes questionable quotidian quotation, in honor of the “Year of the Dog”, follows herewith:

“Outside of a dog, a book is probably man’s best friend; inside a dog, it’s too dark to read.”

Author: Groucho Marx (American Comedian).

I Heart Dave Barry

September 8th, 2008

I made a huge mistake the other day. (Yes, even I, in all my perfection, am capable of making one of these…)

I was surfing around, minding my own business when, all of a sudden, I came upon it. A HUMOR SITE! And let me tell you, it was like when people say they become addicted to cocaine after just one snort?! I couldn’t leave the site.

I’ve been hanging out there ever since, reading everything in site, even the copyright notice and the source code.

I can’t help myself. After that first article that caused me to spray coffee through my nostrils and all over the screen, I was addicted. Now every morning I have to go there and get a fix before I can start my day. My work is suffering. I have thirty two million emails to answer, my websites are falling down in disrepair, and my CEO has already threatened to take away my shares in the company and give them to his dog if I don’t get back to work on our marketing campaign. I tell ya folks, this is bad!

Whoever said laughter is the best medicine never met Dave Barry. Thanks to him and his side-splitting, slobber-all-over-yourself, laugh-till-you-pee-your-pants, style of humor, I now have a hernia. Plus, he tears my face all to pieces!

While reading through the archive of his columns for The Miami Herald, I laughed until the tears began to stream out so badly I couldn’t see. So I accidentally wiped my eyes with piece of toast that was lying on my desk. I got crumbs in my eye and now I can only see half of my computer screen. (the toast had been there for awhile and I think I may have gotten some mold in there as well). As if that wasn’t injury enough, I fell off my chair and sprained my wrist and had to go to the emergency room.

I live in a small town and our hospital is not so big. Neither is the parking lot. Everyone in town visits the hospital on the same day of the week…and this happened to be the day. I drove around the parking lot for forty-five minutes praying that someone would leave so I could park my car.

I was beginning to feel like the Mobro– Islip’s Garbage Barge– when I spotted a MINI Cooper backing out of a space. Hey, it wasn’t my fault that my SUV is triple the size of the MINI Cooper. I thought it would fit. It looked like it would just slide right in. It did, but it made a terrible scraping sound on both sides that set my teeth on edge. (note to myself: call the auto insurance company and see if I paid my premium.)

They rushed me right in to see the doctor, after seventeen hours and twelve minutes in the ER waiting room. He took an xray of my arm and told me to make an appointment to see my family doctor on Monday. Then, he gave me a funny look and said “You really need to do something about that eye too. It looks like it might have molded toast in it.”

Before I take to my sick bed, I just had to take time to warn all of you about the danger out there.

Now, listen very carefully. I am typing this real slow in case some of you can’t read fast: Stay away from www.davebarry.com ! You may not see the danger and some of you may just want to try it “just once” but I’m telling you…don’t take that chance. Otherwise, you could end up a one-eyed laughing jackass with her arm in a sling.

Trust me…Just say NO!

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Guantanamo Bay International Terrorist Detainees Must Be Released

September 7th, 2008

The Leader of Germany has asked that the prisoners at Guantanamo Bay be released and the United Nations has also asked that this be done; Okay I agree then. So let’s allow any prisoner who wishes to leave swim home. In fact let’s take them out ten miles to help them with a head start okay? Sure that makes sense and it is fair, a head start is an idea.

We can ask them where they want to go and then take them out ten miles in that direction and allow them to swim home and be free from the prison at Guantanamo Bay. Many of these prisoner International Terrorists are indeed really wanting to get back to the Middle East and that is an awfully long way.

Surely we cannot take them all the way home, as that would be a huge burden on the taxpayer right? But we can give them a free ten-mile head start into the ocean. We are such a good nation, a strong nation and a caring nation and we really should give them a head start on their journey homeward.

We can also give them a back-pack, which would contain enough food for the trip and tie it onto them so they do not lose it or it does not sink. It will take them at 3-miles per hour about 120 days to cross the ocean and they will need a lot of food for the trip about 3 pounds per day or about 360 pounds of food tied to them.

So, we put 360 pounds in the back pack and then tell them to start swimming by jumping off the boat you see? Let them pray to Allah and say; “Good Luck” and may your God be with you! Consider this most excellent plan in 2006.

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The Superbowl of Dogdom

September 1st, 2008

I wonder if it is purely accident that the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show is just a couple of weeks after the Super Bowl? I doubt it. Could it be true that football fans and dog people have many things in common?

Let’s talk about passion and dedication. Spending many years with my husband has truly opened my eyes to the loyalty and passion that football fans possess. Every wintry Sunday at our house it is truly a day of worship, in what I like to call the “football shrine.” You know, the kind of place that men dream of…big screen TV, surround-sound, huge sectional sofa, and of course Direct TV’s Sunday Ticket.

That’s right, a high-tech pass into every single football game occurring anywhere in the country. The seemingly endless games magically appear on the big screen once a week for an entire day. Did I mention that I hate football? Hours and hours of that low-pitched roar emitting mercilessly out of the black box. Why me?

I do tease my husband a little about his dedication to the sport. The cheering, the swearing, the yelling, and the unmistakable disgust uttered throughout these long games is sometimes humorous to those of us on the outside. At times throughout football season, I wonder if my husband secretly suffers from Tourette’s syndrome.

It is all in good fun, and after many years he has learned to accept my dislike of the sport, as I’ve learned to accept his passion for it. I breathe a sigh of relief after the Super Bowl every year because I know that I now have a few months of reprieve.

Every February, it is my turn. 159 different dog breeds, all in just two nights…Westminster, the ultimate in the dog show world. The event had arrived. There I was, curled up in the football shrine, hypnotized by each glorious creature as it glided across the screen. And my husband (and fellow dog fanatic) was right there with me. Yes, for all of us “dog people” this is the event of the year.

We have our favorite picks, our breeds that we cheer for and desperately want to win. We do know that we’ll never actually meet these dogs, and in the end it really doesn’t matter, but for that brief moment perhaps our support will somehow nudge them over the edge to win.

Choosing the winners seven different AKC groups must be a lot like the play-offs. The winners of each individual dog breed then compete in their respective groups, hoping to win the group to go on to the final round. During this portion of the excitement, I heard myself uttering in disgust at the judge’s choice. “How could he have picked that Welsh Corgi over that German Shepherd? Doesn’t he have eyes?”

Then, at that moment, the truth is carefully revealed by my husband. He assures me with a smile that I truly could be a football fan, cheering on her team in the last final moments! He’s right; I’m begging out loud, “please, please let that beautiful black miniature poodle win…” That same dedication and loyalty is all right there. This, this is my Super Bowl.

The moment of truth has arrived. The Best-In-Show round, and oh the suspense. It couldn’t be more real if I were standing in Madison Square Garden; I am there, in spirit. Praying for that touchdown, I am holding my breath. Will it be my favorite pick, Champion Surrey’s Spice Girl?

We are into overtime, folks, and the score is tied. It is time for the coin toss. The judge pulls a few dogs out of the line-up and tells them to go around the ring once more. Did he pull them out in the order that he is going to place them?

The judge walks to the podium and signs his judge book. Who will it be? Suddenly, at that moment, “Spice,” the carefully-coiffed running back prances past the Rhodesian ridgeback linebacker, and the Brittany spaniel free-safety, to the Westminster end zone.

TOUCHDOWN! She scores! The game has been won.

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In the 1990’s, she established an upscale boarding resort and grooming spa in Havre, Montana. She then founded the Fast Track Institute of Pet Careers, a vocational school focused on pet-related careers.

Shannon quickly became one of the top experts in the pet care industry, as an educator, business consultant, speaker, and contest judge. She was the first Certified Master Groomer in Montana, and went on to become a Certified Kennel Operator. Only four people in the world actually hold both of these certification titles!

In 1998, Shannon’s life was forever changed when she narrowly escaped death. She was viciously attacked in her kennel by a Rottweiler, and amazingly, survived.

Since then, Shannon has overcome incredible obstacles to continue her life’s journey. The trauma was a turning point for her; she has now dedicated her life to writing and speaking, to help motivate others to succeed beyond their own experiences.

Einstein, God and Relativity

August 31st, 2008

It is widely known that Einstein, while meditating, talked to God. It is also known that energy can not be created or destroyed. So whatever we talk, the sound waves of the conversation will stay on this earth. It is only a matter of catching them to hear the conversation again. A few years back, scientists tried just that- catch what Einstein talked to God.

They succeeded in catching bits of his talk with God. He was heard asking God to forgive him for the atom bomb. He was heard talking to God about his Special Theory of Relativity. Einstein was heard, “So God, I told the world what relativity is. I now know how things work.” “Well done son,” God said, “But why are you sad?” “Because nobody understands the theory; they think I am a fool,” was Einstein’s reply. “Don’t worry, child. Tell me what it is. I will understand,” God said.

So Einstein began explaining to God what relativity is. That there is no preferred inertial frame, that all are equal, motion between two frames is relative- you can call any one at rest and the other in motion. He gave God all the formulas, all the derivations. After three hours of explaining, he asked, “So God, now do you understand?”

God said, “Child, you are very technical. That is why nobody is understanding the theory. Can you tell me in layman terms what is relativity? So that everybody understands it?” Einstein was completely blank. He said, “God, I don’t know how to explain it in simple terms. I can give the formula but can’t explain it.” God said, “You are right, my child. For after all, it may be you who formulated relativity, but I created it!”

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How to Properly Deactivate a Bomb

August 30th, 2008

Movies have been made for decades — many of them involve a bomb being deactivated. When I see a scene in which a bomb is deactivated 1-3 seconds before it’s about to explode, I’m not impressed by the script writing. If I ever write a screenplay that includes a scene in which a bomb has to be deactivated, creativity will be my primary objective. In my story, the bomb will have one wire. That wire will be cut and the timer will stop. The timer’s digital display will read no less than sixteen hundred seconds remaining.

My idea lacks suspense, but it contains originality. I’m confident I’ll be able to write some intensity into the remaining 118 minutes of the film. I have ideas for other methods of building an original sequence of events into a script. For your reading enjoyment, I present you with an excerpt of thoughts from my head.

“Major Davenport, permission to speak freely?”

“Can it wait Lieutenant Jefferson? I’m trying to deactivate this bomb.”

“No sir, I don’t believe it can wait, Sir.”

“Very well, Lieutenant, go ahead.”

“Major, Sir, that’s not a bomb. That’s a turkey, Sir.”

“What did you say, Lieutenant?”

“Sir, that’s a turkey, Sir.”

“A turkey? Good Lord, Lieutenant, who would plant a bomb inside a turkey?”

“No, Major, I mean that’s only a turkey. The bomb is over there, next to the device that looks like an alarm clock.”

“Lieutenant, I swear if you’re wrong I’ll have you cleaning toilets until you’re so high from the fumes that you’ll need a parachute to get back down!”

“Sir, I’m quite sure, Major, Sir.”

“Lieutenant, look at this timer! There’s only 100 seconds before this bomb goes off!”

“Sir, that’s not a timer, Sir. That’s a meat thermometer. The internal core temperature is slowly dropping, but I can say with absolute certainty that the turkey won’t explode. With all due respect, Sir, I suggest we call in a bomb disposal unit.”

“I have a better idea, Lieutenant Jefferson. Fire up the Stargate.”

“Sir?”

“You have a hearing problem, Mister?”

“Sir, No, Sir!”

“Then why are you still standing here, Lieutenant?”

“Sir, I’ll go start the dialing sequence immediately!”
Within minutes, Lieutenant Jefferson has the Stargate online and a wormhole open. He calls down to Major Davenport, “Sir, I’ve established a stable connection with an uninhabited planet.”

“Good job, Lieutenant.”
As the Lieutenant watches him, he realizes something has just gone horribly wrong. The Stargate shuts off automatically, and he races down to the Major.

“Major, that was the turkey.”

“What are you saying, Lieutenant?”

“You sent the turkey millions of lightyears from here, but the bomb is still here, and I think it’s about to explode.”

“May God have mercy on our souls.”

The Lieutenant walks over to the bomb, switching the alarm clock to the off position. The timer shuts off. The General suddenly enters the room. “Lieutenant, I was just about to eat the lunch I ordered. The cook says he had it delivered it here from the mess hall. Have you seen a turkey anywhere?”

The Major steps in, “General, the meat thermometer showed that it was undercooked. The Lieutenant and I agreed that sending it to another planet would be the best course of action to keep you safe, and we sent the turkey to where it couldn’t harm anyone.”

“Good work, Major! Lieutenant… Jefferson is it?”

“Sir, Yes, General Stevens!”

“Lieutenant Jefferson, I think I see a promotion coming your way.”

“Sir, thank you, Sir!”

“Lieutenant, why are you sweating?”

“Sir, I was in the immediate vicinity of the turkey, which was about 100 degrees Fahrenheit at the time when we disposed of it, General!”

“I see. Well, why don’t you hit the showers, then you and the Major report to my office in one hour for a debriefing.”

The General walks away, as Major Davenport turns to the Lieutenant, and with a smile on face says, “All’s well that ends well, eh, Lieutenant?”

“Sir, yes, Sir!”

Andy Alt
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I, Fanboy. Are You?

May 14th, 2008

You may be a fanboy and not know it. I’m here to clarify that.

There are many ways in which fans of geek culture are coming out of the closet - proud of who they are, striking dramatic poses while brandishing homemade superhero costumes…right guys? Are you with me here? Anyone?

Fanboy - n. (fan-boy) A person, male or female, who is a passionate fan of various elements of geek culture (e.g. sci-fi, comics, Star Wars, video games, anime, hobbits, Dungeons and Dragons, etc.), but who lets his passion override social graces (a dork).
I’m a fan boy. I’ve always been. I grew up in a veritable fantasy world. While most people acquaint fanboy with comic book/sci-fi connotations, I take it a step further to include the full spectrum of geek culture, as well as just being an addict of more accepted subculture (e.g. music, TV, & porn).
As a 12-year old in the early 80’s (please refrain from adding that up), my joys were simple and heartfelt. I often bucked trends to pursue my own hobbies, thinking I was unique in my obsessions. But over the years I’ve realized that others would share the same interests and prove to be just as dorky.
Nowadays, the evolution of ‘geek culture’ has reached mainstream acceptance. The power of the Internet makes information gathering infinitely easier to be exposed to this cultural explosion. It’s easy to find fans of “Grand Theft Auto: Vice City,” “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” “The Fellowship of the Rings,” and “Spiderman.” But before the bandwagon rolled in I was there for some hardcore fanboy behavior.

Here are 10 highlights from my life as a fanboy:
1. Star Wars - Classic film. Great toys. Speaking of which, one of my prized possessions is a 12″ fully posable Chewbacca action figure. This giant Wookie destroyed the other action figures, with his sheer size and coolness. He was so prized that I built houses made up of Dr. Seuss books for him to dwell in. And yes, girls were light years away.
2. Dungeons and Dragons Cartoon - On Saturday mornings, this fantastic cartoon documented kids in a fantasy world battling monsters and their quest to return home. I thought it was so phenomenal that I played the game and cut Saturday school classes that my parents paid big bucks for.
3. Professional Wrestling - I loved the British Bulldogs. These former WWF tag-team champions didn’t have goofy gimmicks (um…that bulldog they brought to the ring didn’t count), just excellence in skill. They influenced me to the point, that I would come up with games like “Duck, Duck, Snap Suplex,” in which we’d take the game of “Duck, Duck, Goose,” and instead of tagging your rival, you’d be able to do a devastating wrestling move. Nice boy, me.
4. Comic Books - I still have most of my collection of thousands of comic books. At the height of my collecting, I’d buy every single title that Marvel put out. Back then they had a line for kids (Star), a New Universe, and I would buy multiple issues of a potential collectors item - thinking I could sell for a profit in the future. What the comics did provide, was a reference for us fanboys, when we played superheroes. If a friend said, “Thor can’t do that,” I’d show an issue where his hammer went through Gabriel-Lan, the Air-Walker Automation, and bonk my buddy with my toy hammer.
5. Dungeons and Dragons - Yes. D and D. The game with the funny dice and the biggest losers in your school. Sure, I loved the fantasy element but I knew it was time to move on when one fanboy in my group made a song set to the tune of Joan Jett’s classic “I Love Rock and Roll” - but it went awry - “I love D and D…put another dwarf in the dungeon baby…I love D and D, c’mon take your ax and fight with me!”
6. Intellivision - This home-video gaming system was the biggest rival to Atari in the early 80’s. With better graphics and gameplay, I was the biggest proponent to this system. My fandom went so far that I wrote a poem in school with Intellivision and naked women featured prominently. During my all-guy applause, my 6th grade teacher had a heart attack.
7. Kung Fu Movies - Remember catching old-school kung fu movies on TV as a kid? For us in the NY area, we had the Drive-in Theater at 3 PM on Saturdays that would play all of those fantastic Shaw Brothers kung-fu movies were everyone had long hair, fantastic fighting skills, and horrible English dubbing. Possibly the most influential of all fanboy crushes (sorry Chewie), Kung Fu movies became an everyday game with friends and family and yet another strengthening bond with my father.
8. Overpower Card Game - A somewhat recent obsession - this card-based game features Superheroes (Wolverine, Spiderman, Sabretooth, etc.) and is played against another player who uses his own collection of Overpower cards. A simpler, yet just as geeky version of Magic: the Gathering. With some dedicated confidants, we’d buy packs, scream whenever a key card or hero was found, (actual quote: “If I get the Hulk in this pack, I’m throwing your little cousin out the window!”), and play anywhere and everywhere. I won’t even mention a specially made award that was created just for our first tournament.
9. Madonna - It was a short obsession but it was an obsession. I had the posters, the tapes, wrote her name on my sneakers. Thankfully I fell out of that addict mindset and discovered the music of Adam Ant, UB40, the Police, and Wham! (huh?)
10. Toys - As you can tell with my 12″ Chewbacca, I was obsessed with toys. One of my all-time favorites was a “Stretch Monster” doll. This green, ugly mother was the rival to “Stretch Armstrong.” Smelling like an old tire and just as heavy, the doll was made of heavy pliable material which would revert back to normal after pulling his arms and legs in different directions. Instructions strictly said not to freeze or cut this toy. Sure enough, I froze it and jabbed the toy with scissors. It was filled with reddish liquid. Curiosity sated, I threw the ruined toy away and went back to Chewbacca in his house of books.

About the author:

This now mature writer no longer plays with his Chewbacca action figure. He lost it. Please visit www.FanclubX.comfor more entertainment based fun.

Smiling costs nothing, so why not smile!

April 18th, 2008

I like to be around positive people, people who tend to be
happy, who look on the bright side of life. Far too many people
walk around in what seems like a depressed state. Come on
people, it costs nothing to smile.

I must admit, I used to be one of the ones who walked around in
a depressed state. I had many things on my mind, many things I
was not happy with, I used to feel so sorry for myself. Even
when I write about it now, I laugh about how pathetic I used to
be.

Things were about to change however. At the time a new employee
joined the company where I worked, his name was Stuart. Now this
may seem cruel but Stuart did not have a lot going for him. I
won’t go into details but lets just say I did not feel jealous
of his life. I became quite good friends with Stuart and we
would go to lunch together. I would meet him in the canteen at
1pm and would be waiting in my gloomy state of mind for him to
arrive. Arrive he certianly did, always with a beaming smile on
his face. We would sit down and talk whilst eating our lunch and
he never had a negative word to say. When he talked, he talked
with passion, about sports and films. One day it dawned on me,
if Stuart (who from what I know of him, seemingly has nothing)
can always be positive, happy and smiling, why can’t I?

This was the beginning of a new era in my life. An era of being
positive, appreciating what I have got and more than anything
else, plenty of smiles.

How to Jumpstart your Next Writing Session.

February 25th, 2008

I have always enjoyed writing. Sometimes it’s a problem for me to just sit down and write something. There are days when I choose “procrastinating” over “proactive.” Putting things off is common with everyone. I am very gifted in this area. ;)

Here are 4 areas to focus on to jumpstart your next writing session.

* Concentration

* Preparation

* The First Word

* Use your notebook

Concentration:

There are way too many distractions. Cell phones ringing, blaring car alarms and unexpected visitors are just a few things that can disrupt your concentration. It then becomes easier to justify not writing today.

The best thing to do to encourage creative writing is to make it a ritual. Find a nice spot to write, maybe, in a quiet room in your home where you will be left undisturbed for a period of time. Set a time to work; a scheduled time to write. Stick to it.

Keep reference books and materials close to hand.

Focus on one idea at a time.

View your next writing session as an opportunity; an opportunity to do something you enjoy. It can be fun. And when you are having fun nobody ever has to tell you to “concentrate!”

Preparation

Once you have your topic: Google it. Read everything you can online and offline related to your idea. Search the net for testimonials, reviews and articles about your topic. Brainstorm related sub-topics.

Give it a rest. Let your subconscious mind percolate and play with the information you provided. Get some exercise. Some of my best ideas come to me while I am out walking around in the evening.

Getting Started

Where to begin? That blank page staring back can be intimidating.

Just dive right in there!

Type the word “The.”

Type the next word (the first thing that pops into your mind) and the next word.

At this point, quality is not important. You just want to create a “flow” where the words come easily.

Don’t stop to edit. Save all your corrections for the second draft. Resist the impulse to rewrite. That will only interrupt the flow and is another way to avoid the task at hand.

If you are like me you will have a 2nd, third and fourth draft. You have to get your first draft completed before your have anything to rewrite! Stay focused.

Carry a Notebook

As a creative writer, you will be “hit” by odd ideas and notions in the oddest of places.

Maybe you are stuck in traffic or brushing your teeth when inspiration strikes.

You could wake from a dream and have a killer idea.

” I’ll remember that.” We say to ourselves, but when next we write there is no access to that memory file.

Just use a notebook. Jot those things down as they come to you. It only takes a moment.

Capture all your of your ideas as they transpire. Who knows? One of them may be the “Next Big Thing!”

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The Headless Horseman Of Mass Media: Information Everywhere, Philosophy Nowhere

November 15th, 2007

Did you ever notice that we’re surrounded by information but hardly ever come across an idea in the media that might help us lead sane and happy lives? Oh, not the usual self-help drivel about how to lose weight or enjoy sex, but answers to the really big questions, like what to think about when you wake up in the morning and how to drink water out of a plastic bottle without burping.

Try this experiment. Next time you go up to your favorite newsstand, scan all the overwrought front pages and smiley cover stories and try to find at least one suggestion that addresses the biggest questions your have about life. We’re not kidding around here. We’re talking about the big slam-dunk ideas that can actually help you get along with a commendable degree of rationality and happiness.

Of course, you’d think everybody would know enough about such mental resources by the age of sixteen or so, but, judging by the amount of craziness and misery in the world, even among supposedly intelligent people, apparently very few folks ever do marshal their defenses against life’s tribulations and their inspirations toward its delights.

For instance, how about Spalding Gray, whose recent successful foray into New York’s East River, shocked and depressed us all? What was he thinking? Or, going back a way to another misguided riverine escapade, take Robert Schumann, one of the brightest and most generous composers who ever lived. The distracted soul became so frantic and depressed, even with a cute and accomplished wife like Clara, that he walked into the Rhine in the middle of February and, having accidentally survived, begged to spend his last days in an insane asylum.

Obviously, there’s a real need here for some handiwork. So, to help make up for the pervasive vapidity of the usual media and not wanting anything untoward to happen to you, precious reader, but actually wishing you perpetual joy, we herewith present twelve ways to help jaunt through life sane and happy, at least, most of the time.

1. Believe you were born to be sane and happy. It helps you think better of what’s behind it all.

2. To be sane and happy, do great things, because it’s fun, helpful, and makes you feel good about yourself. It’s also generally, but not always, rewarding to be considerate and, if you can afford it, generous.

3. Let other people believe anything they want to and just be happy that they have something that helps them get through this frequently challenging life, unless what they believe is likely to hurt somebody else, especially you. Then just clear out. You can find better friends. If they’re part of your family, wait till they figure out how to love you on their own.

4. Take good care of your life and whatever “made it” will take good care of you, if it takes good care of anybody, providing, of course, it’s sane and happy enough for you to be concerned about, and we do hope and trust it is. Otherwise, why do birds sing, even if some of them, especially the caw-caw choir, obviously never went to music school?

5. Be nice to everybody who isn’t entirely despicable, because everybody else is at least as fragile and uncertain as you are, no matter how big his or her mouth is or how inconsiderate and selfish he or she can be.

6. Remember Philosophy 101 and big Ari’s two generally neglected chestnuts. One: happiness is more likely to come your way if you guide your life “according to reason,” instead of hearkening to the plenteous varieties of idiocy that are somehow still afoot in the world. Two: be guided by The Golden Mean, that is, avoid excess of any kind, primarily because it’s likely to get you into excessive trouble.

Notice, for example, how many people mess up their relationships because they don’t know that the quest for more and more generally leads to less and less, since that inconsiderate rampage negates the value of the individual, who happens to be the only person you can hug and kiss. Also notice how many celebrities are twisting on the agonizing spit of neediness, apparently unaware that infinite need can know no satisfaction.

7. Always keep the wholeness of your life in mind and never let a detail subordinate it and drive you completely to distraction, even when the detail is the person you love, telling you, “I just decided my happiness depends on kissing you goodbye.” Times like these are ideal to remember what your grandmother taught you: count your blessings.

8. Curse without feeling guilty. It’s an outlet that never hurt anybody. And what are words really but just sounds in the air? Never forget: the most forbidden word of all rhymes with luck.

9. Actually, don’t feel guilty about anything, unless you’re so perverse you actually hurt somebody else or, on rare occasions, yourself. Then you should feel really guilty, unless, of course, the other person was trying to hurt you. Then you should feel terrific for beating him or her off and he or she is the one who should feel really guilty.

To free yourself from guilt, we advise the following half-original remedy: See your superego, which may, unfortunately, be parked on your flattened ego, as an agglomeration of internal objects that represent the most influential people in your past. Pretend they’re in a jury box, observing you. They are probably not smiling and saying, “Do whatever you want to, sweetie. We love you and just want you to be happy.” No, they are probably frowning and wagging their fingers, sternly advising, “Don’t do that.” Or “How could you do that?”

Now, here’s the original part of the remedy: one by one turn these oppressive adjudicators upside down and bounce them on their heads.

This innovative tactic helps you realize they’re now just in your mind and therefore they’re within your control. You’ve “internalized them,” like Freud’s perpetually unhappy sons internalized the primal father, along with all of his troublesome rules, and, as Siggy tells us, now this stern but deceased terror is more powerful than ever, because he’s in their minds, even watching their most embarrassing thoughts.

As you no doubt know, helping most guilt-ridden people find a little space where they can breathe free is based on prying their garbage-truck-size superegos off their egos.

One easy way to kick the primal father in the butt is to realize that being able to think of every alternative is the very dynamic that let’s you decide, nobly or ignobly, what you’d actually like to do.

Who knows? With a little persistent head-bouncing, one day you may be able to dismiss the entire jury.

10. Enjoy sex and alcohol. You were born to enjoy the first, and you need to enjoy the second.

Amazing how many people take responsibility for the fact that they have normal desires. Relax. You didn’t design the setup. Your job is just to live with it. Obviously, nature believed in pleasure more than any moralizer you’re likely to come across, at least, when he or she is speaking in public.

Second, ever notice how people who don’t drink are usually really uptight and frequently get pale about the age of 40, lock up, and eventually stroke out. Your body needs a nice, reliable way to relax, especially in a workaday world that’s all set up to stress out even The Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz, and the thing booze has over pills is that it tastes good.

Just don’t get drunk, because you’ll feel sick and maybe get arrested for DWI or kill some innocent person or other drunk who’s driving toward you.

11. Don’t worry about when the sun is going to burn out. You have more immediate concerns.

12. If you become overly concerned about what may await you when the curtain comes down on your life, remember how many problems you had before you were born. If still concerned, consult sane and happy hint number seven, sentence two.

Bonus idea. We said only twelve but we have another big idea, alluded to, for comic effect, at the start, that we can’t resist sharing for good luck.

13. How to drink out of plastic bottles.

Surprisingly, there is a way to drink water out of a plastic bottle without inhaling so much air you have to burp revoltingly three or four times. Astonishingly enough, there is also a way to drink soda out of a big plastic bottle without the bubbly getting flatter as the bottle gets emptier.

When you drink right out of a bottle of water, especially Poland Spring, which, as you may have noticed, has an orifice so tiny you almost think the company doesn’t actually want you to drink it, just buy it. Place the rim on your lower lip so that the upper part of the curve is still exposed to the air. Then you can pour it down, instead of sucking on it like a desperate baby dealing with a retentive nipple.

With big bottles of soda, each time you pour a glass, squeeze it until there’s very little air in it and then put the cap on tightly. Now, there’s hardly any space for the fizz to evaporate into. Admittedly, the flattened, bent thing will look odd in your refrigerator but at least the bubbly stuff will stay tangy.

Unfortunately, this resourceful trick doesn’t work with champagne, because it obviously doesn’t come in plastic bottles, at least, not yet.

We assume that now you’re ready to face life, prepared for any eventuality, which, if experience is any indication, will contain the usual confoundedly unpredictable mix of devastations and delights, which, if you really think about it, is the main thing that makes life mind-teasingly interesting.

Tom Attea, creator of Newslaugh.com, has had six shows produced Off-Broadway and has written comedy for TV. Critics have called his writing “”delightfully funny” and “witty” with “good, genuine laughs.”