Meditating on Being and Not Being... Or 'Look, Alex, a post!'
Have you ever had moments where you contemplate being and not being? F'rinstance, thinking about how and who you are (and why). Conversely, I find it makes me wonder about not being and how it would effect things and people and why — how have I effected my friends and colleagues. Would they be any different by not knowing me if I didn't exist? Why would it? Do we (or I) really have that much of an impact on anyone that it'd matter a jot if I were to disappear into nothing tomorrow ? Would anyone notice? Would anyone give a faint half damn?
Anyway.
Dad went into the oncologist yesterday. My mom was a trifle distrait — between my nephew M. having an accident and knocking out two permanent teeth and damaging four others and having to get him to the dentist and the oncologist, it's no wonder... — but sent me a link to some information on what the doctor thinks is what the guv'nor has: click here.
From what I understood my mother to say, dad has Stage IV of this stuff. For years, he's had problems with dry skin and whatnot that dermatologists just prescribed various ointments and creams. No one thought anything about it as his job has him creeping about in buildings pulling wire and whatnot and everyone just figured that it was owing to contact with unpleasant chemicals or substances and whatnot. I dunno.
At any rate, he's schedule to go in for a bone marrow biopsy on Friday afternoon.
In other (more pleasant news), I'm finally buying my new Docs on Friday. I decided that I needed to splurge and give myself something I will enjoy for my birthday. Besides, a little retail therapy always helps brace one up.
Alex sent me this link.
I have to say it. I know people will be shocked, appalled, horrified and take me to task; but, the murderers need to be hanged. Yes, they're teen-agers. Does that matter? No. They murdered someone and viciously attacked someone else. No amount of remorse, snivelling, 'they came from broken homes, drinking parents, etc.' will change the fact that these monsters (and monsters they are) killed an innocent woman and viciously attacked her boyfriend. Like rabid animals, they should be put down - both as an example to others that this sort of behaviour will not be tolerated and as a measure to protect society from any further actions on their part. Besides, a length of rope, a scaffold, and an executioner are far less expensive than maintaining them in prison and teaching them how to make tapestry drink coasters for the remainder of their natural days.
On a much brighter note: clickeh.
I'd like to go give her a pat, too. :)
Anyway.
Dad went into the oncologist yesterday. My mom was a trifle distrait — between my nephew M. having an accident and knocking out two permanent teeth and damaging four others and having to get him to the dentist and the oncologist, it's no wonder... — but sent me a link to some information on what the doctor thinks is what the guv'nor has: click here.
From what I understood my mother to say, dad has Stage IV of this stuff. For years, he's had problems with dry skin and whatnot that dermatologists just prescribed various ointments and creams. No one thought anything about it as his job has him creeping about in buildings pulling wire and whatnot and everyone just figured that it was owing to contact with unpleasant chemicals or substances and whatnot. I dunno.
At any rate, he's schedule to go in for a bone marrow biopsy on Friday afternoon.
In other (more pleasant news), I'm finally buying my new Docs on Friday. I decided that I needed to splurge and give myself something I will enjoy for my birthday. Besides, a little retail therapy always helps brace one up.
Alex sent me this link.
I have to say it. I know people will be shocked, appalled, horrified and take me to task; but, the murderers need to be hanged. Yes, they're teen-agers. Does that matter? No. They murdered someone and viciously attacked someone else. No amount of remorse, snivelling, 'they came from broken homes, drinking parents, etc.' will change the fact that these monsters (and monsters they are) killed an innocent woman and viciously attacked her boyfriend. Like rabid animals, they should be put down - both as an example to others that this sort of behaviour will not be tolerated and as a measure to protect society from any further actions on their part. Besides, a length of rope, a scaffold, and an executioner are far less expensive than maintaining them in prison and teaching them how to make tapestry drink coasters for the remainder of their natural days.
On a much brighter note: clickeh.
I'd like to go give her a pat, too. :)
posted by The Wicked Brian of the West at 12:12 PM
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