Go askye! That's wonderful!
Willow ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Funeral ish stuff -- I have no idea what Dad wants. Mom wants to be cremated, and her ashes put some place. And a big party with lots of laughter and lots of retelling of jokes and stuff like that. She's even said that we could split her up and if my brother and I wanted to keep part of her and toss part of her we could do that, but she hopes we won't hold on to her for too long.
Did we all hear about the math experiment they did with monkeys? It was on the news this morning - they tasked monkeys and college undergrads with a series of math problems to do in their heads.
The undergrads came out slightly ahead.
I was half-asleep when I heard it, but it'll come around again.
My dad wants to be buried in a simple pine box, stenciled with "SOLDIER: ONE EACH" in the style of Army supplies. My mother will want a solid gold casket or some such nonsense, so it will be a fight.
The part that made me ashamed for my species was listening to the news anchors try to pronounce "macaque". Seriously painful. Where do they find these people?
Broken record time here.
I just applied for another internal job. And I have a phone meeting tomorrow, with a different dude about a potential job.
Terrified much?
Note that the college students presumably used in the research, who proved to be just smarter than monkeys at math, are presumably college students at my Looniversity - a we'd-be-in-the-ivy-league-if-we-weren't-so-dang-far-away kinda school.
In bodily remains news, my grandmother was cremated and officially buried at sea by the US Navy (they do this for free, although you can't go along for the ride or anything, but this presumably avoids the 'wind blowback' problem some have mentioned.) My grandfather was cremated and scattered in the bushes in the back yard. My mother's cat (also cremated) is there with him.
Oooh -- I'm all geekily excited, b/c I just found out that Cincinnati is going to have an organic produce delivery service (like NYC's Fresh Direct) starting in January.
I think one of these days I'm going to track down every one of Fay's posts from her world travels and save them in a special file that I can burn to CD so I can have my own personal Fay-book.