Saturday, September 29, 2007

Global Warming will eat your brain

When I think of global warming I think of melting ice-caps, polar bears stranded on ice floes, rising beaches, flooding, heatstroke and Al Gore.

I don't think of killer amoebae eating their way up my optic nerve to feast on my brain.

But that is another grim reality of global warming--dangerous new forms of life blooming in algae-thick lakes and kicking our asses in strange and horrible ways. Like this ameoba that has recently killed six people in the south and southwest.

You get it by swimming in lakes and ponds that harbor the ameoba. They say guys get it more than girls, probably because we splash and flip around like idiots and are more likely to get a blast of infected lake water up our noses. Once the amoeba takes hold you start getting headaches. Then you start to hallucinate. As your brain is consumed, you lose the ability to function. And that all happens in like a week-and-a-half. By the weekend you're dead. Nice.

Did you know there's a postion at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention that specializes in "recreational waterborne illnesses?" And did you know that the guy who holds that position has the last name of "Beach?" I find that funny. But what's not funny is that Michael Beach predicts more of these kinds of diseases to occur as water temperatures continue to rise. Awesome.

My girlfriend says she's not worred about the amoeba because she doesn't swim in lakes. Case closed, next topic. But she does worry that global warming will ruin barbeque. That's because she read that global warming might be behind the sudden drop in bee population, which could wipe out our supply of honey. And honey, according to my Dinosaur Barbeque Cookbook, is the number one ingredient used in barbeque. What a conservationist.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to snort some pond water.

2 comments:

the feeb said...

i have all those symptoms. but i've had them for, like, 29 years.

psaur said...

I swam in a lake a few years ago, but all I accidentally ingested was about a pound of duck shit. And the water was pretty cold, no global warming around at all. So, like your girlfriend, I have no problems with it either.

Dinosaur Barbeque... the only thing I remember about going there is you and the feebs gulping hot peppers like M&M's. I imagine your rectums wept angrily that night. (Not that I think about your rectums very often... lately.)