I love cemeteries -- my family often goes for a walk in the fancy old one in Boston. When I was in the Bahamas, running away from the Tourist Attractions, I ran across an old colonial cemetery and it was really cool. The guy mowing the grass thought I was a little odd, though.
Some people juggle geese!
Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - Oct 03, 2006 11:55:42 am PDT #1878 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Strega - Oct 03, 2006 12:03:32 pm PDT #1879 of 10001
My grandmother had a viewing, which I thought was fairly horrific, but I wasn't close to her at all, so it wasn't personally upsetting.
My dad was cremated. We had a short service at the funeral home, played the Brandenburg Concertos, and I thought about punching the minister. But I didn't. My aunt & brother spoke, and probably someone else I've forgotten. After that I guess five of us went to the cemetary briefly, and then people came to our house to help eat the tons of food we'd accumulated.
If I could have skipped the whole thing, I would have. I understand the whole "it's for the survivors" thing in theory, but... for me, all of that was a series of hurdles I had to get over before I was finally allowed to be alone for a while, which was what I'd wanted the whole time.
Gudanov - Oct 03, 2006 12:16:28 pm PDT #1880 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping
I have to link to this article because it involves monkeys and pants...
Police: Men smuggled monkeys in pants; also leopard cubs, orchids, birds of paradise
The title makes it sound better than it really was.
tommyrot - Oct 03, 2006 12:18:37 pm PDT #1881 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Police: Men smuggled monkeys in pants; also leopard cubs, orchids, birds of paradise
But no hippos. Still and yet, hippo dignity is denied.
§ ita § - Oct 03, 2006 12:21:00 pm PDT #1882 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Weird. I was just reading about a probably-smuggled slow loris, except it was in Japan.
brenda m - Oct 03, 2006 12:55:18 pm PDT #1883 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Speechless: [link]
shrift - Oct 03, 2006 12:55:23 pm PDT #1884 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Interview-ma? I'm lining up interviews thanks to some judicious re-writing of my resume, and it would be nice if someone wanted to employ me.
t dusts off her Ann Taylor
tommyrot - Oct 03, 2006 12:56:49 pm PDT #1885 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Speechless: [link]
Yeah, he's rapidly backing away from that statement.
Still, WTF was he thinking?
Lee - Oct 03, 2006 12:58:14 pm PDT #1886 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Good luck shrift!
Kalshane - Oct 03, 2006 1:05:13 pm PDT #1887 of 10001
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why?
Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.
Open caskets creep me out, although every time I've been to a funeral (which has thankfully been few) that's been open casket I feel socially obligated to join the line passing by to pay last respects, even though I'd rather keep my distance.
The only funeral I've been to that wasn't open casket was my great grandmother's memorial service. Her body was cremated and the ashes cast into the sea by the Navy where her husband was lost during WWII (she never remarried).
I have no idea what I want done with my remains after I'm gone. I don't think I've quite accepted my mortality yet.