I have a sick sense of humor, but this doesn’t cut it

Cassandra Disque | October 4, 2007

The bar had a stand-up comedy tour as the show tonight called (Still) Born in the USA. They had a “special guest” with them for tonight’s show (as well as for tomorrow night, at Rutgers), one Jacqueline Novak. Seven guys and she were on the line up. I know comedy is a man’s world, and [...]

like livejournal, but with talent?

Cassandra Disque | March 21, 2007

Am I the only person of my acquaintance who doesn’t like This American Life, the radio show? Do we really need it on tv? Isn’t that the same as having a show compromised of the best of YouTube’s bio-dramas? Wait… isn’t it just a weekly biographical short film fest? I’m actually a big fan of [...]

Body and beats

Cassandra Disque | October 30, 2005

At the age of five, my elementary school gave an assembly that introduced the younger students to different instruments. My father played bass and guitar, and I had always been taken by those, but at the assembly my mind was altered completely. All I could feel was the steady boom of the kick drum; how [...]

The Confession to End All Confessions

Cassandra Disque | May 21, 2005

The Confession to End All Confessions A while back I started reading β€œOn Not Being Able to Sleep: Psychoanalysis and the Modern World,” which seems to be about four different things at once. I originally picked it up because I thought it was about writers and their insomnia, then was swayed to buy it due [...]

In jest, mostly

Cassandra Disque | April 5, 2005

If you don’t know the song the below is emulating, then it will sound very absurdly pretentious, indeed. Which, well… I suppose it is. But it made Maude laugh, so here we go: I Never Had Much of an Edge to Begin With I was four years old when all the great shows were happening. [...]

"The Drag of Gimp"

Since 1996, my life has been a long journey of visiting one doctor after another. I look more or less fine, but I'm not. My daily pill count is like playing the dozens with a hospice patient. One doctor will say I'm doomed, and send me to another for treatment, but the treating doctor will find nothing within his or her area of practice that can be treated.

My life is better than a comedy, better than a drama. Anyone who has done this knows what I mean when I say that you have to not only know the rules, but also play the part in order to be allowed in the game. Most people find what we go through in the medical merry-go-round to be unbelievable, which is why I call it "The Drag of Gimp."


About the author

Cassandra Disque

Extemporaneous flibbertigibbet with bone lumps growing out of my coccyx. I was born in 1981. I was another case of "too much, too young," or at least I wanted to be. Now I'm leaning toward "too little, too late," as my body conks out on me, and I find I haven't done hardly any of the things I wanted. This is supposed to happen to people twice my age, so you might find my perspective on life to be a little unusual -- as in, I find just about everything to be hysterically funny, because there's little use in worrying when it's all going to go kaput.