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Dear Seth Rogen,

When I was a wee child, I had a goldfish that I loved very much.   My love for said goldfish inspired me to name him or her Grover.  You may not understand the meaning behind the name Grover, being from the far off land of Canada.  I’m not sure if they even had television in Canada when you were growing up, let alone the critically acclaimed children’s series called Sesame Street.  Anyhow, Grover was cute, he was cuddly, he rarely used contractions, he was sexually ambiguous and he was always there when I needed him, just like that blue Muppet on Sesame Street.

 

I bring Grover to your attention, Seth Rogen, because I have recently been made aware of a fabulous discovery that has validated my long standing relationship with this aquatic companion.   You see, many years ago (but not that many years ago), I came home from a long day at preschool to discover Grover in an inanimate state, belly up in the fish bowl.  I was horrified of course, but before I had a chance to cry my mother simply explained to me that Grover was sleeping.  The next day I came home from school and Grover was once again swimming merrily (assuming back and forth over a six inch span is merrily) in his or her glass bowl.  However, after hours of astute observation,  I realized there was one peculiar difference… Grover was smaller.   I called my mom into my room, pointed to the fish, and boldly declared, “Mommy, Grover shrank!”  My mom looked at me, the fish, and back at me, and said, “I think you’re right.”
  
Over the years Grover continued to shrink and sometimes grow and then shrink again every few months, almost always after taking one of his long naps.   Recently, my little sister, who is now a psychiatrist or a psychologist, had the nerve to try and convince me that Grover had actually died during those long naps.  She thinks that our mother, not wanting to burden me with a fear of death, flushed my beloved Grover (or Grovers) down the toilet, ran out to the nearest pet store, and bought a replacement.  Naturally, these words were hard for me to hear from my jealous sister and for a moment I even believed her.  As an actor, I can imagine you would want to put yourself in my place.  Of course, the magnitude of that temporary loss was so large, I’m not even sure an actor of your skill level could fully take on the weight of it.  Just imagine if the being you thought was your best friend for your entire life was actually an illusion.  It would be like finding out that yours and my relationship was all in my head. 

Well, the grieving didn’t last long, because I soon debunked my sister’s erroneous hypothesis.  While getting drunk on amaretto ice cream and reading the top headlines on Yahoo! news, I accidentally clicked on the “Science” tab.   It was there on the seldom read science page that I made the fabulous discovery that I spoke of in paragraph 2, line 1 of this letter.  I learned that animals are shrinking!  That’s right, Seth Rogen. 
As it turns out, many living organisms will shrink thanks to a host of changes in the environment, the result of human caused climate change, also known as “Global Warming.”   The point is, Grover is a happy and healthy thirty year old goldfish that has been subject to the shrinking effects of global warming.   

Now, if everything shrank at the same rate, this wouldn’t be a problem.  Smaller plants would feed smaller fish, which would feed smaller sharks, and so on and so on.  Unfortunately, not all organisms react at the same rate, so the change is likely to throw our ecosystem out of whack, putting some species at high risk of extinction.   Boy oh boy, Seth Rogen.  All that reading about global warming left me feeling discouraged, disheartened, confused and constipated.  The transition off of summer fruits has been tough on my digestive system.  

I did some more research in my own home, and as it turns out, Grover isn’t the only “living organism” affected by global warming.  My Toy Fox Terrier, Shebbie Dog, has lost 0.03 lbs in the last week, and my Chihuahua Terrier mix, Babbu, lost 0.025.  My psychiatrist or psychologist sister insists that it is due to an increase in their exercise (dog park 4 times this week) and a decrease in their caloric intake.  I, however, know that she is wrong.  Obviously as the dogs have been outside more, in this harsh “Global Warming” climate, they have begun to shrink, and are now at risk of their own extinction!  I’ve decided to stop taking them on walks all together, and am training them to use “Wee Pads” in lieu of a our neighbor’s grass. 
 
Seth Rogen, what should we do?  Do you think we are shrinking because of global warming?  If so, can we choose what body parts to shrink faster than others? Do you think my head is shrinking?  I am told that the most famous actors have the largest heads.  You must have a big head, Seth Rogen.  I once saw John Cusack’s head and it was sickeningly disproportionate to his body.  I hope my body shrinks so my head is as big as John Cusack’s.  

Until then…

Debbie

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Dear Seth Rogen,

I am so excited that you and Billy Joel are coming to my one-woman show.  I am saving a seat for both of you up front.  And be careful, my show does call for audience participation. L.O.L

To be honest, Seth Rogen, I am a little worried.  My show has music videos that pay homage to hit songs of the past.  However, even though I am a huge BJ fan (I’ve been told I have taste in music like a middle aged white man), none of my music videos pay tribute to the icon that is Billy Joel.  When Bill comes on May 6th (or 7th), I fear he will feel slighted. 

He shouldn’t, Seth Rogen.  The show’s music videos, while paying tribute to some very popular hit songs, come nowhere close to the caliber of sweet music that BJ creates.  Seriously, Seth Rogen.   One video is a remake of “To the Left” by Beyonce. 

Another is a remake of “Go Your Own Way” by Fleetwood Mac.  The last, a remake of “I’ll Be” by some country singer.  A hit, maybe, but let’s face it, all country sounds the same.


Seth Rogen,  do you think that when Billy Joel is sitting in the front row of The Spotlight Comedy Club and watching me perform, “The Three Year Plan; How to Marry a Man in 1,095 Days,” he will ask himself, “Why no Billy Joel songs?”  Yup.  That’s what I thought.  And so, I have decided to write the rest of this letter to you as an homage to Billy Joel.  Please read the rest of it in rhythm to “We Didn’t Start the Fire”- one of BJ’s best, due to the fact that it is not only catchy, but educational.  I know you will pass along the message to him.  Can’t wait to see you both at the show. 

Back before I was a star                                                                                              People said I would go far.                      
Even as a little child
My talent was far from mild.

Things were not handed to me
It was difficult you see.
There were things to overcome
My dad’s a Libertarian.

Chorus:
I didn’t start the laughter.
There were always smiles
That went on for miles.
I didn’t start the laughter.
But the seed was planted,
And my wish was granted.

As I came into my own
My humor became well know.
People came out to my shows.
Popularity- it grows.

Seth, I don’t have to tell you
Vagina jokes, I wrote a few
About the gynecologist.
Let’s not repeat, you get the gist.
 
Then one day someone said to me
“Deb, more of you we’d like to see.”
I really do not know why
My fans talk like that Yoda guy.

Chorus

So what I set out to do
Is put on a big show for you.
About a Three Year Plan
Where I set out to get a Man.

The first run was a huge success.
I even wore a wedding dress.
The fans were faced with such delight
I brought it back another night.

What this show has done for me
Is made me a celebrity.
Always talking to my fans.
Smiling and shaking hands.

Chorus



Until then…


Debbie

Dear Seth Rogen,

I remember when Facebook used to be about camaraderie.  In the past, the post, “Debbie is grumpy cause she’s working late on a Friday,” would be met with the friendly response, “I’m grumpy and working late, too!”  Or, “Working late sucks!”  Or, “Stick it to the Man!”  People united on this social networking site

But the times, they are a changin’.  Today’s facebook is overrun by impersonal invitations to shows, events, groups and fan clubs.  Worse, it seems everyone on facebook has a blog to promote.  Are we really supposed to read them all?  I like to be supportive of my friends, but it is starting to get ridiculous. 

And so, with the advent of this more detached social network, a new type of facebook user has been born.  This user yearns for the olden days, but is drowned out by the blog posts and youtube links.  This user is what I call, “The Fisher.”  I truly feel sorry for  “The Fisher.”  “Fishers” are lonely souls.  In order to be noticed, they leave open-ended wall posts, fishing for a response, searching for a heartbeat from the online world.  A “Fisher” might post,  “Robert is feeling something.” This begs the question, “What?  What are you feeling, Robert?  Is it peevish?  Timid or thrilled?  Nauseous or pensive?  Perhaps you are chilly?”  Like a fish to bait, we are hooked.  To avoid spending hours guessing, we are forced to comment, “What is it, Robert?  What are you feeling?” 

Seth Rogen, I want facebook to feel intimate again.  Facebook has become a personal PR firm and wading through an endless sea of self-promotion is exhausting.  I want to see people for who they really are, not the false image they carefully crafted for the public.  What do you think, Seth Rogen?  Are you tired of seeing people post their blogs or try to sell you tickets to an upcoming show?  I swear, I don’t know what I’ll do if I see one more facebook post promoting an upcoming event. 

We can talk about it after my shows on May 6th and 7th.  They are going to be so great!  I can’t believe I get a two night run this time at The Spotlight Comedy Club.  I hope you got your tickets reserved in advance at www.spotlightcomedyclub.com.  The underground parking is free!  There is a full bar and food available.  I do love to eat!  It is really going to be an extravagant extravaganza!  Oh!  Please tell Billy Joel about the show.  I would love it if he could make it out for one of the performances.  Did I tell you the show has never before seen videos?  Well, it does. 


Oh, Seth Rogen, I wish the rest of the world were as honest as we are.  You mean the world to me.  See you at the show. 

Until then…

Debbie

Dear Seth Rogen,

I made it through alive and with my uterus intact.  I know your thoughts and prayers had a little something to do with it.  Couldn’t have done it without you.

Until then…

Debbie

Dear Seth Rogen,

Have you ever seen more of a friend than you needed to?  This past weekend I went to the movies with three of my friends.  We saw “Youth in Revolt.” It was a delightful film.  After the movie, two of my friends went to use the restroom.  Having the bladder of a camel, I chose to forgo the commode.  I opted to wait for my two friends on a bench just outside the restroom.

My third friend also happens to have a camel-like bladder that enables him to go incredibly long stretches without urinating.  He sat down next to me and began to talk about books, I think.  To be honest, Seth Rogen, I really couldn’t tell you what he was talking about.   You see, my friend was sitting with his legs apart.  Normally, this isn’t a problem for men, but on this night the seam in the crotch of his pants had come undone.  And unfortunately, on this night, my friend decided not to wear underwear.

My friend, who I will now refer to as “Baller,” has teased me in the past, saying, “Oh Debbie, who wears underwear every day?”   Let me just say, Seth Rogen, that I do.  I wear underwear every day.  And to be quite honest, seeing Baller fall out in public makes a really excellent case for doing so.

Seth Rogen, this is where I must confess.  I did nothing about Baller’s situation.  I just left him hanging.  Literally.  I now realize that I should have said something, but you have to understand, this was not like telling someone that they had food in their teeth.  Though, that in and of itself can be quite traumatic.  Once, when my sister was thirteen, she broke up with a boy because there was spinach in his bicuspid.

But back to the situation at hand.   Baller continued to discuss whatever it was we were discussing.  I couldn’t concentrate on the words coming out of his mouth.  I was thinking about the sack coming out of his pants. My mind was racing:  How many people are looking at Baller’s balls? Did anyone see me see them?  Are they waiting for me to say something?

And then, just as fast as they fell out, it was all over.  My other two friends walked out of the bathroom.  Baller and I stood to greet them. The four of us walked away, leaving the rest of the moviegoers to think what they will.

Baller said good-bye to me at my car.  He invited me to a big party downtown, but I felt I had had quite enough excitement for one night.  I wonder if whomever he “hung out” with at that downtown party had an exciting night as well.  L.O.L.

Now I ask you, Seth Rogen, would you have had the balls to tell Baller about his ball?

Until then…

Debbie