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Wednesday 1:25 p.m.
Outside it is damp, overcast and drizzly, but it is a fabulous afternoon because Wednesday afternoon is the start of my weekend. What a fortunate creature!
The sensei and reverend has written a brilliant personal column in his newspaper in Tennessee. He also seems to winding up the polis as well. Well, I've seen the movies when you fall foul of these small town cops. They shoot you, don't they? Of course, they might torture you first if you'd really pissed them off. So he'll get tortured and shot, and nobody will ever know what happened. Except us. And everybody else. That won't make any difference. You're still shot.
As I was joyfully exiting my gainful employment today, I started thinking about looking forward to being dead. That is the sign of a successful life. I told myself this when I was very young. If when you're dying, you think you're bound for a brilliant, new adventure then your life has been lived right. If you believed in stuff and were a Tibetan buddhist, there's lots of things to look forward to. You get to have a mental body for one thing. That seems to be a bit like being superman although if you have to take a spanking, it's a super spanking. All I have to do to enjoy being dead is to stop drinking beer and meditate more. What could be easier!
A fourth year girl handed back City Whitelight today, a book I got published about twenty years ago. Another pupil (the only other one I've given it to!) told her to ask me for it. She said the book was brilliant. Her mother read it as well and seems to have liked it. Things like that are very nice indeed.
I bumped into Dr Bob on the way home. One of the wonderful people, Dr Bob used to be prominent in the Playwright's Workshop, a brilliant organisation. They'd give anything a public reading. I had many scripts road tested there. If it still existed, I'd still write plays. I told Dr Bob to look at my webpage. Dr Bob is a medical doctor. He specialised in dead bodies because with dead bodies you can have a nine to five job. I should have asked him if he thought any of the dead people were having a good time being dead. It's probably hard to tell.
Outside it is damp, overcast and drizzly, but it is a fabulous afternoon because Wednesday afternoon is the start of my weekend. What a fortunate creature!
The sensei and reverend has written a brilliant personal column in his newspaper in Tennessee. He also seems to winding up the polis as well. Well, I've seen the movies when you fall foul of these small town cops. They shoot you, don't they? Of course, they might torture you first if you'd really pissed them off. So he'll get tortured and shot, and nobody will ever know what happened. Except us. And everybody else. That won't make any difference. You're still shot.
As I was joyfully exiting my gainful employment today, I started thinking about looking forward to being dead. That is the sign of a successful life. I told myself this when I was very young. If when you're dying, you think you're bound for a brilliant, new adventure then your life has been lived right. If you believed in stuff and were a Tibetan buddhist, there's lots of things to look forward to. You get to have a mental body for one thing. That seems to be a bit like being superman although if you have to take a spanking, it's a super spanking. All I have to do to enjoy being dead is to stop drinking beer and meditate more. What could be easier!
A fourth year girl handed back City Whitelight today, a book I got published about twenty years ago. Another pupil (the only other one I've given it to!) told her to ask me for it. She said the book was brilliant. Her mother read it as well and seems to have liked it. Things like that are very nice indeed.
I bumped into Dr Bob on the way home. One of the wonderful people, Dr Bob used to be prominent in the Playwright's Workshop, a brilliant organisation. They'd give anything a public reading. I had many scripts road tested there. If it still existed, I'd still write plays. I told Dr Bob to look at my webpage. Dr Bob is a medical doctor. He specialised in dead bodies because with dead bodies you can have a nine to five job. I should have asked him if he thought any of the dead people were having a good time being dead. It's probably hard to tell.
posted by Hotboy at 1:19 PM
3 Comments:
I am glad you are comfortable with the thought of being dead, however, I hope you don't experience it any time soon, I was just getting to know you!
Interesting post Hotboy. I haven't read it all yet, as some of us have to help run the education system on a Thursday, and I'm in class now.
But I just had to say, nobody else blogs about this stuff - they should. I might start. I sometimes look forward to being dead, but I'm not sure it's a sign of a successful life - couldn't it be more of a sign of being existentially knackered?
And what is this mental body that's on offer? Supposing not just your body is mental?
For the benefit of the literary agents reading this, I should say that when City Whitelight was broadcast by the BBC world service, it was the literary highlight of our year here on UnHeard Island, and in fact throughout the McDonald Islands, even as far as Flat Island.
I could say more but you'd think I was exaggerating.
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