October 20th, 2003


Speaking of death. . .

So I'm listening to some Buffett this morning, and I realized that I know exactly what kind of funeral I want to have:

"Last night I said good bye to a dear old friend of mine,
Just a throwback shell beach party, nothing really asinine;
Rum and cooked animals and bullshit by the ton,
That party lasted way too long and I had too much fun."
(-"Bank of Bad Habits")

Let it be known that if my funeral is boring or sad, I'm walking out.

I really think that, instead of a ridiculous eulogy or the sounds of crying women, I want every person to tell two stories about me: the one should be a true, personal story; and the other should be a bald-faced lie.

And there should be games, too. Lots of them. Like foot races, archery, and some sort of fire-walking.

And "Last Mango in Paris" should be playing as they lower me into the cold ground.

Of course, sometimes I think cremation wouldn't suck. After all, at least I'd be warm. But it would be cool to have my skull used in some cult's rituals. It might be asking for too much, but I think it'd be really cool if they deified it and worshiped it. :)
  • Current Music
    "Boomerang Love", -JB

I'm way too normal to have an LJ, I think. . .

So I'm reading my friends' entries. The total number of entries looked a bit light, but I didn't think much of it. Eventually, though, I realized I wasn't logged in, so I had to go back to the beginning to make sure I didn't miss any entries.

So I sighed and went back to the beginning. :)

I know I have the option to make friends-only posts. And I've thought about it before.

I also know, though, that there are people who like to read my posts who don't have LJ accounts.

I know, too, that if you post anything on the Internet, you'd best be prepared to answer for it and to it. What's the old saying? "Don't write anything in electronic media you wouldn't want your mother to read." The idea, of course, is that all things eventually make it public. :)

So I don't use Friends-Only. I don't use the Private function. What you see is the complete picture, no matter how messed up it may look. . .

At this point, there's nothing I write that I'm not willing to let anyone read.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled craziness. :)
  • Current Music
    "Who's that Blonde Stranger?", -JB

Accusations at the long-haired-greasy-looking-ape . . .

I got a letter from a hottie recently.

I love how shallow I sound sometimes.

Anyway, it's a real, hand-written letter from a girl I know. I have to respond in kind. I am, of course, thinking that I should send a package as well. I've been having fun sending those.

I just recently sent a set of notes to Skip; I'm preparing to send the EoR to Cei (and I'm looking furiously for it), and probably to get some articles for him; and I'm going back and forth over whether to send healing_coyote a package with a birthday present inside, or whether to wait until she gets here. . . Don't know.

That's all beside the point. I need to write her back, because there are just some things that are important.

I also finished an entire journal today. I finally hit the last page of it. That means it's time to upload the thing to my website, I think.

This one is interesting, but not always useful. It's occasionally embarassing, but what isn't in this life? I have another set of journals to get online first, though.
  • Current Music
    "One Particular Harbor", -JB

"Any old place here on earth or in space, you pick the century and I'll pick the spot"

Heh. Entry 4 today, huh? You might almost think I'm not busy. . .

The Illuminatus! Trilogy has been everywhere recently. There are loads of copies at Half Price Books. There was one at an airport. There's one in the OSU bookstore. There is, of course, one on my shelf.

I think it's time to read it again. I think I'll read it with a pad of paper next to me this time. I wrote in the margins last time, but I want to be able to draw, and to plot out the entire Black Mass to such a point as I can re-enact it and see if I get the same results.

Gods, "Mile High in Denver" and "Turnabout" on the same CD. I miss that girl.

Pagan Pride Day went well. We had 5 protesters, but they were quiet. The choice quote was from the lone female protester, who said, "If you're going to lie on your back, you'd better be ready for that baby!"

The implications of this are endless: If you sleep on your back, do you get pregnant? What happens if you prefer doggy-style, or reverse cowgirl? Can a guy get pregnant from lying on his back? Or is that just an abomination before God for the woman to be on top?

One ticket to Hell, please. . .

I have mixed feelings about the press being at PPD. It'd be cool to have my picture up on the front page of the Dispatch (which seems likely, given the number of pictures they took of me), but I really wonder if it would affect the work I do with the Boy Scouts in this district.

We can only wait to see, I suppose.

"The holy roller preacher told the eager congregation
That the devil has passed right through their nest
But the teenage girls with their locks in curls were
A talkin' 'bout that hair upon his chest!"

I belive I'm presenting at PSA tomorrow? Sounds right.

I need to get my materials to Priscilla.

I've decided that I don't write enough things for my website. I need to remedy that.
  • Current Music
    "Boat Drinks", -JB