lifestyle: July 2008 Archives
For years, I've kept a mental list of celebrities, pseudo-celebrities and sort-of-famous people with whom I'd like to have a beer (read: get knackered) and some interesting conversation.It's not about hotness or star-fucking. It's just about people I see onscreen or online or in the news that make make me go, 'hmm, I think I'd get along with him/her in real life, at least for a little while.' You know what I'm talking about; you just think they get it, or you get them, and that you could probably find a bunch of crap to talk about that has nothing to do with how much you liked their book or movie.
So here is the Top Ten from my Beer List, in some sort of order that's subject to change depending on the next thing any one of them says into a microphone. There are definitely a few more, but not many - famous people are generally wealthy, and wealthy people are generally vapid and irritating beyond reason - and most of the ones not on this list are already dead, making it really tough to bond over a shot of chilled Patron with an icy Modelo back.
Two more things, quickly: One, David Cross and John Swartzwelder are locked in a perennial tie for eleventh place on my Beer List, not because I wouldn't like to hang out with them, but because Cross probably has tons of idiots clamoring to buy him a drink and would just rather be left alone for a while, and Swartzwelder seems like he really doesn't want to hang out with anyone. And two, I know I'm lucky in the drinking partners life has already afforded me - I'd rather have a few off the wood with my fiance, friends, brother-in-law and the guys and girls of the Tampa/St. Petersburg music scene than anyone else in the world.
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Continue reading The Beer List, July 2008.
I think I've finally decided what I want to happen to my earthly remains - that means my corpse, you know, the thing that serves no intrinsic purpose after death and stinks and eventually rots if worms/predators don't get to it first - after I die.
I mean, not the burial-or-cremation part. I've always wanted to be cremated, after whatever still-useful organs are harvested. Because, seriously, anyone who doesn't want to give their organs to recipients and/or science before having their body burned to ash is either insane or taking miserliness to insane levels. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO NEED YOUR BODY FOR?! If you want a place for your family to come and remember you, spend that $8,000 on having an artificial reef sunk, and your ashes spread over it; that way, we can all honor your life by catching the delicious grouper and amberjack you hath wrought, bringing life even in death, forever and ever amen. Or whatever. The point is, getting torched isn't going to hurt, I promise, and it will save valuable property for golf courses and Slip-N-Slide setup.
Plus, you know ... zombies [shudder].
No, I'm talking about what I want to happen between the gasp-choke-rattle and scoop-scoop ("Those're some fine ACL tendons there, Lou"), and the toboggan ride into the Final Toaster.
I mean, not the burial-or-cremation part. I've always wanted to be cremated, after whatever still-useful organs are harvested. Because, seriously, anyone who doesn't want to give their organs to recipients and/or science before having their body burned to ash is either insane or taking miserliness to insane levels. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO NEED YOUR BODY FOR?! If you want a place for your family to come and remember you, spend that $8,000 on having an artificial reef sunk, and your ashes spread over it; that way, we can all honor your life by catching the delicious grouper and amberjack you hath wrought, bringing life even in death, forever and ever amen. Or whatever. The point is, getting torched isn't going to hurt, I promise, and it will save valuable property for golf courses and Slip-N-Slide setup.
Plus, you know ... zombies [shudder].
No, I'm talking about what I want to happen between the gasp-choke-rattle and scoop-scoop ("Those're some fine ACL tendons there, Lou"), and the toboggan ride into the Final Toaster.
Continue reading In Celebration of Geri X's "When I Die".


