The Miracle of George Burns Drive Continues Forth

Cathy Seipp is spinning her greatest yarn as her final act. My longtime (and quite beloved) journalist friend is defying all predictions of her imminent demise from lung cancer at the tender age of 49 by continuing to breathe without the aid of oxygen at Cedars Sinai Medical Center in West Hollywood. The doctors are said to be shocked that Cathy is still hanging on as this death vigil stretches from hours into days. And this has done much to embarrass many in the blogging community whom had already taken to speaking of her in the past tense.

Cathy's good friend and comedienne/performance artist extraordinaire Sandra Tsing Loh e-mailed late Tuesday night that, after spending hours and hours over the course of two days at her friend's bedside, Cathy remains "astoundingly wily." (Sacrilege/Sexism Alert: Do not read on if easily offended.) If you ask me, it has more do with the fact that Jewish women simply are awful at getting anything done in the prescribed time frame. Just moving them out the door is generally a chore. Getting them to expire? Puh-leeze!

Were she able to respond, Cathy would understand I meant no insensitivity here. And then she'd have muttered, "It's okay, I get it, you're a liberal. You simply can't help yourself." And she'd have been right.

Meanwhile -- and this is downright astonishing -- Seipp has soared to the Number 4 position at Technorati.com in terms of all blog searches over the entire World Wide Web, leaving "American Idol" (#7), "YouTube" (#8) and (ha ha) "Paris Hilton" (#10) eating her dust. Suddenly, the nation now knows whom this not-so-humble scribe is. And indeed, even as she lay near death, Cathy has made journalism cool again. Is there nothing this woman can't do? Coming soon: waking up and wondering what all the big fuss is about, then asking for a tuna salad on whole wheat.