Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Asthma is for the cool kids now, and Golden Girls remembered.

Hey! Did you ever want to read a blog by a genius poet? A bona-fide librarian? A thought-provoking and hilarious cartoonist? A rodent sympathizer? A founding member of the Hipster movement? (maybe not the last...she'll be killing me for that one, haha.) Of course you do, now that I've piqued your interest! Well, dear readers, you're one click away from the right place. My most excellent and revered friend has a great site, the Asthma Chronicles, to which you'll find a link on your left. My heartfelt thanks to anyone who goes there, as she has kindly offered to make me famous with a link from her blog to mine, so I'm returning the favor. I am also providing you with a lovingly rendered line drawing of a tiger, so you can begin to understand the flavor of the comics you're in store for (with far more humor than I could ever hope to provide) when you head on over there.

When I was a kid, the Dionne Warwick song that became the theme song for The Golden Girls struck a chord with me. It seemed like the ultimate (little kids are cheesy, give me a break) testament to friendship, and I used to sing it to all my stuffed pals with earnest feelings of love. Well, I'd like to think my taste in music (and testaments) has improved, but the thought still counts, and I'd like to say Thank You For Being A Friend to the asthmatic one. She may not be a psychic friend, but she doesn't cost $3.99 a minute to talk to, either.

1 comment:

  1. Actually, I was thinking I'd start charging.

    xo infinity.