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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,

Perhaps you are not aware, but the United States Postal Service is on the verge of bankruptcy.  Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night could hinder the postal service, but apparently 300 million citizens who   prefer texting and emailing will do the trick.  Unless the US government bails them out, well, I don’t want to picture a world without mailmen.  Though to be honest, I could probably do without mailwomen.  Those shorts are just awkward. 



Seth Rogen, this situation is extremely serious.  I’m not the only one who thinks so.  According to Postmaster General Patrick R. Donahoe, “Our situation is extremely serious.”  He went on to say, “If congress doesn’t act, we’ll default.”  If the post office defaults then who will deliver
  my favorite grocery circulars and daily offers for platinum credit cards?   And how will my Alma Mater contact me to request a donation of $100 or more?  Sadly, it seems the USPS is already showing signs of its demise.  Lately the post office, normally a pillar of accuracy and timeliness, is misplacing and forgetting to bring my most important pieces of mail.   For instance, Ryan Gosling’s thank you card for the car shaped cookie basket I sent him after his commanding performance in DRIVE?  Never delivered.   My letter of acceptance into the summer program at Juilliard.   Never delivered.  That’s not the worst of it, Seth Rogen.  The USPS has failed me on an even greater level and I think we both know what I’m referring to.  

A wedding is a joyous occasion, and wedding invitations, delivered via the postal service, are important first impressions presenting the couple to their guests.  Luckily, you and I are way beyond first impressions, because thanks to the failing postal service, I never received my wedding invitation to your big day.  You could imagine my embarrassment, Seth Rogen, when I awoke last Monday morning only to read that I missed the matrimonial festivities as you wed the perfectly acceptable Lauren Miller.  Embarrassed doesn’t even describe it.  Mortified is more accurate.  Please, please, please… don’t feel bad.   I know this wasn’t your fault.  Truthfully, email is to blame, but since email can’t feel guilt it isn’t very satisfying to blame.  Damn our failing postal system!



According to my sources on the internet,
your intimate affair included Judd Apatow and wife, Leslie Mann, Paul Rudd, Adam Sandler, Craig Robinson from The Office, and Jonah Hill.  I can only imagine that when you looked around at your sea of friends, you wondered where I was.  (And also Freeks and Geeks companion Samm Levine, whose invite most likely went missing in the mail as well.)   Well, this past Saturday night I played a game of cyber chess with my Libertarian physician father.  In his old age he is much appreciative of quality time anyone under the age of 55 is willing to spend with him.   In hindsight it seems cruelly ironic that whilst I explained to my father that there were no “hip” or “hopping” Hollywood parties that evening (which garnered a small grin from the old man), I was missing out on your big day.   I just hope you had someone   there to walk you down the aisle.  I let you down, Seth Rogen, and for this I am eternally apologetic. 

Know that I am not over this.  I plan to
do whatever it takes to fix our broken postal service.  Join me Seth Rogen.  Let’s use our combined celebrity power to save the United States Postal Service!  This way we can insure that next time you get married all your invitations will be safely delivered.   My best to the wifey. 

Until then…

Debbie

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Dear Seth Rogen,

This is a big week for me.  First of all, my one-woman show, “The Three Year Plan: How To Marry a Man in 1,095 Days” goes up at the UCB theatre in Los Feliz on Wednesday at 6:30pm…

Second of all, I have a callback for a major motion picture comedy.  Only a short while as a mini celebrity, and already I am being typecast.  I’m up for the part of a character named, “Funny Jewish Friend.”  Typical.  I’m expecting to see Sarah Silverman at the audition.  After all, it’s not like there are that many funny Jews in Hollywood.

I met with my manager the other night to prep for the big audition.  She took one look at the character description and was devastated.  “I should have never advised you to get that nose job,” she lamented.  “Your old nose would have been perfect!”  It’s true, Seth Rogen… A couple years back I followed my manager’s recommendation and had the Jew cut out.   Does this mean I’m not Jewish enough to play “Funny Jewish Friend?”  At least I still have my labia menorah.  L.O.L.

I just don’t know how I feel about being typecast.  On the one hand, I’m glad they think of me as being funny… and Jewish.  But on the other hand, I’m so much more.  I tell you, stardom is tough – only I don’t have to tell you.

Seth Rogen, how do you deal with being typecast?  Like me, you continuously play the role of “Funny Jew.”  However, we both know you have the chops to play a gentile.  Or someone of a different race, perhaps.  Like a Mexican, or a Dwarf.   I also noticed that you get typecast as a stoner.   However, in our correspondence, I always get the sense you are of the sharpest mind.  Are you a method actor?  Do you delve into a life of excessive marijuana intake in order prepare for a part?  Should I go to Temple before my big call back?  What do you think Sarah Silverman will do?  I do love her jokes.

We can discuss this over a bottle of Manischewitz.  I love that it tastes just like juice.  Can’t wait to see you at the show on Wednesday.

Until then…