Our manorexic friend, Crazy D, emailed the following self-portrait entitled “Me as I Really Am”:

I really have no room to criticize the artwork here, but Jesus, what the fuck is up with those hands? A more appropriate title would’ve been “Crustaceous Hermaphrodite” or “Mesopotamian Fertility Goddess.”

P.S. – If you’re wondering what Crazy D really looks like…

“You make death sound like such an ugly thing.”

– Me, in response to my friend Crazy D, who was trying to lift me out of a morbid slump by highlighting the dark side of death, namely that dead bodies bloat (the horror!) and stink.

A friend posed this question:

“Do you not watch The Biggest Loser because of their fatness? I know
how you feel about fat people. I watch because I feel less fat.”

On the contrary Crazy D, I do watch The Biggest Loser, not only because it makes me feel good about myself, but because I get pure joy watching fat people push themselves to the limit to be less fat. I applaud these fat people for taking initiative to change their lives. I feel the same way when I see them at the gym. It’s not easy exercising six hours a day when you weigh over 250 lbs. For all those morbidly obese people that watch The Biggest Loser, I hope the participants inspire you as much as they inspire me.