Max Burbank writes Internet comedy and is the director
of The Other White Meat, a very nasty sketch comedy group performing
in Boston and New York City.
By the time you read this, he'll be just about forty and
he's still doing crappy little comedy like this. In addition to having
a marriage and kids, he's also got a mortgage, job and he volunteers locally
- that means he blends in and he could be right behind you, so watch out...
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Thirty Things to Do Instead of Worrying About
Anthrax
by: Max Burbank
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Worry about Smallpox.
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Paint by numbers are nice. A lot of your larger craft stores still carry
them.
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Treat yourself to something you haven’t had in a long time, like an entire
bottle of Jack Daniel’s at one sitting.
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Spend quality time with your children, teaching them about germ avoidance
techniques pioneered by Howard Hughes.
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The next really nice day, call in sick for work and take a nice long walk.
Isn’t it nice to be by yourself and just appreciate the blue sky, the flowers,
the strangers, none of whom you know a single thing about? Wouldn’t
it be ironic if you actually got sick?
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Worry about Bubonic Plague.
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See how many words you can make using only letters found in the word ‘Anthrax’.
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Make a list of all the people you love. Take the top four off the list.
Promise God that if he takes everyone else left on the list before you,
you’ll start going to church again.
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Reminisce about the good old days when you worried about Mad Cow Disease.
Wasn’t that fun?
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Worry about West Nile Virus.
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If you live anywhere but a major city, think about just how far down a
list of potential targets you are. Then worry that maybe that’s just what
they want you to think.
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How many things in your house can you fit under? How many things at your
office? Which has more? Which are more comfortable?
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Is there an East Nile Virus? ‘Cause there could be.
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Play the ‘Who can I get to open my mail?’ game.
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Think of things you used to do before 9/11 and even if they seem pointless,
do them. Remember how you used to worry about Cancer? That
might still be fun.
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We all rely so much on sight. Close your eyes and inhale. How many different
smells can you identify? How many distinct things can you smell but
not identify? I mean, what does a pathogen smell like, exactly?
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Make a list of all the things you used to like to do that now seem completely
joyless. That should eat up a few hours.
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Make a list of things you still enjoy.
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Wonder if this second list means you are bad or just shallow.
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Worry about Anthrax. Because you’re going to anyway, so just do it and
get it out of your system. Now stop.
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I said stop.
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What are you going to make for dinner tonight? If you said Anthrax, you
haven’t stopped yet.
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Pretend you are married to your favorite celebrity. Imagine a romantic,
candle lit dinner with them. Then ask yourself, how much do you really
know about them? Can you say for certain that they are not a deep
cover terrorist?
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Go through the same steps as number 15, except this time with your actual
spouse or significant other. If you don’t have a spouse or significant
other, think about how sad that is, now, with so little time left.
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You’re worrying about Anthrax aren’t you? Go buy a introductory statistics
book, read it and spend some time really thinking about how highly unlikely
it is that you’ll ever be exposed to Anthrax.
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You know what the chances are you’ll be killed in an auto accident every
time you get in your car to do some pointless errand? %48, easy.
Sure, Anthrax is pretty terrifying, but a steering column through the chest
is not exactly a day at the beach either, chumo!
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Worry about an invisible alien thing in your underwear drawer. The
next time you open that drawer, POW, it’s going to fly out and enter your
body through your left ear, and you won’t even know. You’ll feel
a little tickling in your throat a few hours later and worry it’s Anthrax,
but the truth is Anthrax would be a kindness compared to the unimaginable
horror of the life force already gestating in your thorax, neuron-like
tendrils already piercing your brainstem, weaving through your spinal cord.
How long can you go without changing your underwear? HOW LONG!?
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Remember that list you made back in step 17? You must really love
those top four people. They’d be really valuable to God in a sort of Abraham
and Isaac way, don’t you think? I bet God would trade you a lot for
them.
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ANTHRAX!! ANTHRAX!! OKAY?! I SAID IT! IS THAT BETTER
NOW, TO SAY IT? WHAT IN THE WORLD MADE YOU THINK IT WOULD BE?
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Really let yourself go. I mean, why not, right? Have a race
with yourself and see which comes first, the end of the world or live footage
on the Maury Povitch show of EMT’s using the Jaws of Life and a Forklift
to get you out of your Doublewide.
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