just a little morbid

Keke: I need a jean jacket.
JO: You need more clothes like India needs a Tsunami.
Keke: (in a clever, childish voice) But it wouldn't be tragic if I got a jean jacket!

Today I worked a retirement party. A retirement part with no dj-- only one background cd playing over and over. Let's imagine for a moment that I die and God judges me to be a sinner who has rejected his saving grace. The omnipotent gives me the option of A) the fiery pit where there will be eternal weeping and gnashing of teeth or B) working an eternal retirement party with no dj.

Which do I choose?
The FORMER-- way, way less painful!!!

Retirement parties in concept are very depressing. Think folks--you are celebrating the end of a person's productivity! I mean, not ideally-- ideally people should stay busy after they retire, taking care of grandkids, learning handicrafts and working to end world hunger. But, if retirement means just sitting around and doing nothing, that just plain sucks.

Conan's getting old. He's like 55 in dog years. This brings to mind the question: Why do people get pets, knowing that they will learn to love them, and then certainly see them die? I mean, sure, we don't think about the death of the animal on the day we choose to take it into our home, but, come on, we know what we're subjecting ourselves to! I guess the love we give and receive is worth the inevitable pain, just like with humans. I guess life's like that. ;)