DeanMan chimes

(Andree here) Dean. That's all I gots to say. Read him below.
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Earthquakes. Tsunamis. Tornaders, menaces of nature in general; nyah, Biiiig Deallll. Plagues, Pollution,Famines, Genocides, Terrorism, don't give a ripsnort. Oil Crisis? Global Warming? Al Gore, you Putz, take yer global warming crisis, roll it up real tight, and cram it up your little squirrel's puckered fannygasket. CAN'T YOU SEE MY BUDDY ERIK IS IN TROUBLE?!?!

Jackasses.

I think in reality, less Americans were actually diagnosed with the dreaded Bird Flu than reported cases of what Erik's got. WTF is wrong with you people!??!

See, I feel this way because in of our wacky circle of friends and family, and our little tribe of mutant buddies, Erik is a pretty important guy, sort of a hub. So, giant asteroids crashing into Jupiter is a major cosmic event, but this li'l crisis is way-the-F bigger. He's kind of our tribal leader. I and many of us often say, in the middle of certain conundrums,"What would Erik and Nancy do?". He and Nancy have their shizzle dialed in better than anyone, so there's the role model thing not just for the kids in their life, but for all of us out here too.

Out of all my crazy stories and tales, Erik is in about 90% of 'em. Back long ago in high school, I was driving the gang around, looking for a party in the middle of nowhere. I unwittingly saved our lives by slowing down right before a car blew through an intersection and it would have creamed us, it was going about 90.

Maybe the psychic powers kicked at the right time so I could avoid that. Now while I think we'd all throw ourselves in front of a bus to save each other's lives, Erik's new situation isn't so simple. The Superhero part of me wants to drop everything and beat up doctors that aren't trying hard enough or whatever, but actually the network of family and friends is better than anyone else's in the world. That's what is going to push him through this.

That's Gold. GOLD!

I haven't written anything here 'till now, mostly because I'm still stunned and in a stupor about all this. I think I'm actually having real, physical sympathy pains also. So everyone out there reading this, keep him laughing; as he's said, He's not dead yet. None of us are! Now get to work making his life easier. Below is the earliest photo I could find of me and Erik together, circa 1983 maybe? We're posing for a yearbook picture, analyzing a press in McNabb's print shop. I'll post more as I find'm.

All this recent talk about Grizzlies and Jack Black makes me think of the Friendship Song:

Friendship is rare,
Do you know what I'm sayin' to you?
Friendship is rare.
My derriere,
When you find out much later
That they don't really care.
It's rare to me, can't you see?
It's rare to me, can't you see?
Oh shit there's a bear,
Could you hand me that shotgun buddy,
Also that chair?
We're fighting a bear
Now your life's in grave danger
And you don't even care.
It's rare to me, can't you see?
It's rare to me, can't you see?
It's rare to me,
Say a prayer for me,
'Cause it's rare to be In Tenacious D.