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  Life After Five

22 February 1999


5:53 PM: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

7:46: Gene Siskel died this weekend. I had no idea. Jeez.

I didn't know you two were so close.
No, I mean, it's terrible, of course, I don't really know, it's not my place, all that, but he was only 53! 53!! That's not old! He was a young guy! And the thing is, I used to think 53 was old, well I don't remember specifically, but I bet I did. Now that it's not so far away, hell no, that's not old! That means that probably if I get to be 80, I'll be thinking, "Well, now 110, that's old." It's always supposed to be those other people, and later, later, and it's not, that sucks.
Don't I remember someone around here complaining about how terrified the boomers were of death and how much trouble they were making about that?
But this is different, this is me I'm talking about now!
I'm glad to see you've still got that fine sense of morality and compassion.
Oh piss off, you know what I mean. Besides, it is different. I'm terrified of cars, they kill people all the time, but you don't see me trying to make them illegal, I just don't ride in them. Lots of people worry about dying at some point, but that doesn't give them the right to coerce everybody else into supporting their denial.
Why do I suspect that you wouldn't be nearly so strident about this if they had gone after fatty foods instead of cigarettes?
My addictions give me strength. Plus they get me out of the house on weekends.
They're not helping you with that aging and death thing, though, are they?
Oh well thank you for pointing that out, gee, I wouldn't have noticed. It's just so ..... stupid. Death is stupid. I don't want to make it illegal, I just want to get hold of the source code. This is a bug.




Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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