My Name Is Zula ...

And I'm A Brisbeeholic ...

copyright 2005 Alas, it is true.

Try as I might ... I cannot free myself from the Brisbee habit. Once again it has reached out ... drawn me into its grasp ... and I feel myself sinking back into the vortex of Brisbee reverie.

My habit began very innocently ... a post here ... a post there .... and before I knew it I was posting so much that I developed uncontrollable Brisbee postitusismousism syndrome. I became so obsessed that I began to make Brisbee puzzles, Brisbee limericks, Brisbee stories, Brisbee cartoons, Brisbee whatevers. I couldn't help myself! The output of idle doodles was eating up the disk space on my computer so fast there was hardly any room left for *real life* whatevers!!

It was then that I decided to seek professional help to try to get a grip on this thing that had taken over my heart, my soul, my mind. To this end I engaged the services of a shrink, one Dr. Eipnoom Hoopharle, a well known Moonpie and Mensa Reject who had done an extensive study of the Brisbee fixation phenomenon.

His office was unpretentious ... furnished with chinaberry stumps for chairs, and empty collard green cans littered his soapbox desk. I was momentarily taken aback by the giant SMOK sitting on his noggin, but my uneasiness was quickly dispelled with a glass of chinaberry wine handed to me by the good doctor. As he settled down on a stump, he offered this bit of philosophical guidance: "EPTF ... S, NETTR".

Then, after a few moments of introspective musing, Dr. Hoopharle informed me that he had hit upon the perfect formula for curing the Brisbee problem: "Run like blue blazes, woman! Run as fast as you can and as far as you can. And don't look back, lest you turn into a sweet potato farmer!! Only then will you be able to escape the clutches of Brisbeemania!"

Well, I thought this was very strange advice coming from a professional Moonpie, but then I discovered his shameful secret. *HE* is a Brisbeeholic too, and new president of the SPFOA!!

All hopes were dashed, and as I left the mysterious chinaberry office of Dr. Hoopharle I came to the realization that there is no escape from Brisbeeholism! I could see that we now have another onus on us ... a *New Brisbee*!

BUT, we are what we are .... Brisbuds to the very end!

GAWD help us all .....

Zula Rae Mae Booperlooper