My Mind, A Cluttered and Random Place

I think I should just publicly thank Jason for putting up with me.

I'm not an easy person to live with. I rant. I rave. I'm spectacularly lazy. I whine about my poor left arm which is currently throbbing in agonizing pain due to the flu shot that I got yesterday. I occasionally just walk up to him and update my funeral plans so he'll know what to do if I get hit by a bus. (Most recent change: Jackson Browne's Rock Me on the Water replacing Van Morrison's Into the Mystic as the soundtrack for the illegal sprinkling of my ashes along the shores of Folly Beach.)

I just worry that someone will plan some crazy Southern Baptist funeral and some rent-a-pastor will be praying over me. Because if he says that I'm in heaven, I'll have to rise up out of the coffin (neat trick as I'll be cremated) and smack the snot out of him.

My mother wants no preaching at her funeral. All she wants is a black gospel group to sing. How awesome is that?

I got all excited when Google announced a contest in which the person who came up with the best idea to improve the world would get ten million dollars to make that idea come true.

I started thinking about an idea I have that touches on some of the things I care about: children, women and poverty.

But I guess helping poor women and their children isn't really a "product" that can be developed to be sold for profit, so it wouldn't qualify.

I was outlining it to Jason and he pointed at me like a pod person from Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978 Donald Sutherland version) and (fake) yelled: "Liberal!".

Exactly.

The boyz say: We are not POD KITTENS!