I am opposed to this, as I am a fuddy-duddy.

Channel 4 seeks terminally-ill volunteer to be mummified in TV documentary

Channel 4 looks set to become embroiled in another taste row after backing a project which seeks to mummify a terminally-ill volunteer for a TV documentary.

The body of the candidate selected to be embalmed could then end up being displayed in a museum.

If the project goes ahead it will follow a trail of programmes which seek to challenge views on death. Television audiences have been shown an autopsy, carried out by the controversial German anatomist Dr Gunther von Hagens, and an on-screen assisted suicide.

Channel 4 and production company Fulcrum TV have advertised in magazines for possible candidates to volunteer.

The advert reads: 'We are currently keen to talk to some one who, faced with the knowledge of their own terminal illness and all that it entails, would nonetheless consider undergoing the process of an ancient Egyptian embalming.'

That's funny, cause part of what we discussed today is a WtWTA metaphor I am using with mac that seems to be helping him maintain some control in his afterschool (you know, those times when Carol is trying to dominate all the other WTs in Max's personality). Double funny because one of the things we are looking to find and try with mac is a group therpy thing, but play therapy, not talk, natch.

facing an ironic circumstance, Archer moans, "This is like O Henry and Alanis Morissette had a baby and named it this exact situation!"

Ha ha ha ha. I will have to keep an eye out for that show when I am bored late at night.

Adult Swim

I have Adult Swim magnets (something with Harvey Birdman with Shaggy is Adult Swim, right?) to give away if anyone wants, email.

Most places I've worked have had explicit rules against drinking in the workplace.

Heh - it should come as no surprise to anyone that Auntie Beeb has no such rules. Our CFO used to keep a mini-fridge in his office stocked with beer, and would hand them out on Fridays if he felt we could use a drink. (This was before the recession eliminated our entertainment budget.)

Wait -- Harold Ford is running for Senate from New York? WTF.

WTF.

That's pretty much been the universal response I've seen here in NYC.

I wrote a few more thoughts about the Style section, ironically. [link]

Jesse, you can't stop reading Gothamist, just because you move.

When I started working here back in '92, the guy who was the head of the department had retired a few months before. So, I never worked with (met him a few times when he'd pop in for shareholder meetings), but boy, did I hear stories! Mostly about how, if you wanted to ask him something and you wanted him to remember you asking him, you made sure to do so before lunch. After lunch, he'd be more likely soused or at his desk sleeping it off.