Time to Die.
The conversation went like this:
- ME: I don’t want to die a painful death.
- HER: Huh? I am terrified of what comes after death. Modern medicine takes care of most of the pain, but I really hate not knowing what comes next.
- ME: Really? I don’t want to look back and regret large chunks of my life. That would really suck.
- HER: You are weird.
- ME: ????
So, the questions are:
- Are you afraid of death?
- What is it that frightens you?
Death Links:
Depeche Mode - Fly On The Windscreen-Final Lyrics. Brought to you via the marquee tag. Don’t hate me.
More Depeche Mode Lyrics…
Empty.
My hard drive died a few weeks back. The essentials were rescued, but my RSS feeds are gone. I want yours.
Share “one” feed per comment.
Thank you.
Dear, Bossy Homemaker
There used to be a time when we assisted you around the house, but those days are gone. Why? Permit us to demonstrate: Doing the Dishes.
- US [Doing Dishes]: This is a man’s world…..This is a man’s world, but it wouldn’t be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl.
- YOU: You are doing it wrong! Don’t use that towel use this one!
- US: Sorry. *Last time we try to help out.*
Or: Cooking.
- US [Cooking Something Yummy and Messy]: Hang the DJx3. Hang the DJx3. Hang the DJ. Hang the DJ.
- YOU: You are doing it wrong! Don’t use that pan! Use this one. Oh, and turn the heat down. You forgot to add…..
- US [Thinking To Self]: Last time we do this.
- YOU: Move!
- US: Sure.
So, angry mothers/stay-at-home moms/homemakers, or whatever you are calling yourselves these days, that’s why you end up doing everything.
The Power of Lens: Size Does Matter…to the Public.
You cannot impress the general populace with this little lens. It matters not one iota that the lens is great in low-light situations. No, what matters to the public is the size of your lens. Well, thanks to a certain someone - you know who you are, sir - I now possess an impressive lens: 3.3″ x 7.6″ or 84.6mm x 193.6mm.
The Power of Lens: Free Pass at Local Festival.
Me, in jeans and a T-shirt armed with my breathtaking lens. Him, ticket collector at mini-train ride. Our exchange:
- HIM: OH! OH! You can ride for free!
- ME: ….
- HIM: *Shuffling kids out of the way* Can’t you see that this man is a professional? Look at his camera - He obviously meant my magnificent lens.
- ME: Thank you, but I am here to just take a few pictures. *Debating walking away to diffuse entire embarrassing scene*
- HIM* To Little Kids: He must be from a major newspaper. He is here to photograph our festival and show it to the world.
- ME: Ummm, is it okay if I stand here a take a few shots? God, this is really embarrassing.
- HIM: Of course, of course! Hey, you kids! Move out of his way!
- ME: *Snap. Snap. Snap.* Okay, thank you. Okay, I am out of here.
Poor bewildered kids.
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