Today is a Good Day to Die

I was thinking about this the other day when I was feeling all full of piss and vinegar. Would you rather die when you are old and contented, and can look back on your life with all your sucesses and failures? Or while you are still young and in the prime of your strength and virility.

I figure the ones who are older are more likely to go to Heaven. More likely to have figured out what it takes for them to be a Good Person. Likely have placed themselves in a position where it is easier for them to be an Honest Person.

But those who die in battle - they go to Valhalla.

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That bug I choked on last week laid eggs or something, as there are a couple of extrememly painful golfball sized objects lodged under each ear. And judging by the sensation they are burrowing out through the inside of my throat.

This pisses me off because I was feeling crap last week and thought I had gotten entirely better. Nope, it's back and it brought friends.

So going home after work and straight to bed. Fortunately work will pay for a cab home, and I don't have to get up tomorrow so I'll be able to stay under the covers and sweat this off.

Now if I could just stop hallucinating all would be well.

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On the serious side.

My one and only comment about Condoleezza Rice and her ilk is to point you at this.

Pretty much says it all afaiac.

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And on the not-at-all serious side.

If you have ever ever ever been in a writing group, thought about being in a writing group or even have only the slightest idea what a writing group is, you must read this story by scouseboy.

His stories make mine look like I never leave the house.