One would always hope that the better side of an argument would exhibit self control and “be better” than those who are so angry and spiteful.
Last night though I started thinking about ways you could have fun with this. Again, be the better person but what if you didn’t have to be. What would you do?
My immediate thought was to get a squadron of Huey’s with loud speakers and buzz the funeral in a fashion much resembling this.
To which my friend Gay Cynic then said we need to go further. That is merely the intro for the “playlist”. Below is the playlist that was sitting in my inbox this morning.
We intro with my idea as above.
First song in the set:
This is followed with a remake of the following:
A remake with the following lyrics:
Ding Dong! The Bitch is dead. Which old Bitch? The Wicked Bitch!
Ding Dong! The Wicked Bitch is dead.
Wake up – sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Wicked Bitch is dead. He’s gone where the goblins go,
Below – below – below. Yo-ho, let’s open up and sing and ring the bells out.
Ding Dong’ the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know
The Wicked Bitch is dead!
Third set in the set:
Fourth in the set:
Fifth in the set:
Sixth in the set:
To which we close with the following Postlude:
With the helicopters doing the dance sequence.
That will do quite nicely. If someone has the resources to make it happen, get video and I’ll edit it into something awesome! If not, well everyone just take pleasure in the thought exercise, and if it’s a thought exercise close it out with a strafing run as the Huey’s depart.
Many would look at turning 30 and see as finally crossing that line and moving towards being old. You’re no longer in the prime target demographic for most marketing. Other comments might be made by some young whipper snappers how you could be their dad. I don’t care. Wisdom comes with experience and it takes time to gain experience.
Ultimately though, for all intents and purposes, I should be dead. Even more than that I should have never been born. My parents both referred to me as their miracle from god. There’s a reason they adopted my sister before I was born. They got very lucky and eventually had me. Some how I escaped being flattened into a pancake. For that reason alone I should be damn happy to have found the age of 30. Further there is a long list of men and women who never made it past 19 giving it their all for their country. Yeah, I think I’m fine with turning 30, not everyone gets that blessing.
Looking back I only really have one regret and it isn’t because of the perspective on life it gave me. Honestly I wouldn’t trade that perspective for anything. The problem the consequences still haunt my dreams since it was ultimately my decisions that set off the chain of events. I have no problem paying for my own mistakes, I don’t like seeing others hurt because of my screw ups. Again, lesson learned and honestly without it much of my “wisdom” probably wouldn’t be with me yet. There is however nothing that can be done to change it so I merely embrace it for what it is.
Today the wife and I are going to go out to eat followed by going to see the Nutcracker and basically recreate one of our early dates. We have a town car and a hotel downtown so we can enjoy the drinks we couldn’t the last time we went.
I’m not sure what the next decade is going to bring exactly, but I have no doubt I will find a way to pack it full of experiences worthy of story telling and create nuggets of wisdom worth sharing.
So I leave you with some wisdom in song form from Hinder.
Things have been getting hectic at work. Plus I’ve got a large pile of projects lying around needing to get done. I just haven’t had the time to work on the blog like I’d like to.
In the mean time here’s the ear worm, I’ll get to why here in a second.
So I did exactly what I am well known for doing when I finally open my mouth. You see I’m normally the quite guy in the back of the room. I rarely speak unless it really strikes me and I’ve spent a decent amount of time on the subject.
Things recently went about like this:
Now I wasn’t nearly as abrupt as Alice, but I didn’t dance around the subject either. Needless to say this little dance has left me emotionally drained. Nothing quite says fuck you like the email I had waiting for me this morning. This won’t stop me from telling it like it is, instead I’ll just do what my dad did after people continue to ignore his advice after asking for it, stop giving it even when they ask.
Soil – Like it is.
*No I will not be going into details of what exactly this was in reference to, or where it happened or who was involved. Just don’t be surprised if I don’t blog for a bit. I’m just tired of sitting in front of my computer all day long. Seriously it’s been damn near wake up to bed time lately. I want some me time.
I got an email from my mom about a friend, our parents also happen to be friends, I went to high school with who is currently living in New York. I was thinking most of my friends made it through this without much of a problem, evidently not so.
Would you please let everyone know that Heather is okay. She lost everything last night to the 12 foot storm surge but is safe. They stayed in their house and had to sit out the storm on the second floor. The fires in the Breezy Point neighborhood were just across the road and luckily didn’t get to her side of the street. Things are still burning but they have it under control. There isn’t any way to contact her as they are trying to conserve their phone power since there won’t be any electricity for several days.
I’m glad she’s OK and while she may have lost possessions, she at least came out alive and didn’t have to deal with fire compounding her issues. I don’t know how prepared she was to deal with the aftermath, hopefully this overall is just a bump in the road.
Notice how the bags fade off into the distance, yeah, there’s long row of them. We stopped for breakfast and hit the road. I must say Oregon is the most boring of the bunch, doubly so since they have a 55 MPH speed limit where 85 would actually make considerably more sense. How dully is it? I think I found a location where they could have staged the moon landings.
Yeah there’s a bit of stubble up close, but here’s another picture so you know I’m not kidding.
How’s that for lively scenery! We stopped for gas twice and got into Reno about 2000 last night. Chatted for a bit before we all decided we wanted to go comatose from traveling. Later today we get a guided tour of Cabela’s. So far only a few of us have showed up, more should be arriving today.