A Geek Funeral
We've recently talked about a geek wedding, and now reader Sam_In_The_Hills writes in with news of his brother's geek funeral. "I've not seen this topic covered here before even though it's one that will concern us all at some time: what to do with our corporeal remains after we've left for that great data bank in the sky. For my recently departed brother (long illness, don't smoke!), I thought this nice SPARCstation would be a cool place to spend eternity. Yes, he's really in there (after cremation). I kept the floppy drive cover but for space reasons removed the floppy drive, hard drive, and most of the power supply. I left behind the motherboard and power switch and plugs to keep all openings covered. The case worked quite well at his memorial party. His friends and family were able to leave their final good-byes on post-notes. Anyone who wanted to keep their words private could just slip their note into the case through the floppy slot. All notes will be sealed in plastic and placed within the case. There has been one complication. His daughters like the look of it so much they aren't now sure if they want to bury him. One more thing: the words on the plaque really do capture one of the last things he ever said. Of course as kids we watched the show in its first run."
Hey man, drugs are a serious matter. If you're not careful they WILL ruin your life. You have to be strong to handle drugs and if you're not, then you end up either on the street, or braindead, or dead. And all of those are a matter of society.
If you can't handle advertising that discourages you from doing drugs, you can't handle drugs either.
Qxe4
The majority of smokers I've known are always careful to ask before they light up. If you haven't found that to be the case, maybe your real problem is hanging around with assholes?
I'm sure your mother's basement is quite comfortable for you and your friends, but some of us like to go outside, to places called "streets" where people, *GASP*, may end up near you without you "hanging around" with them. Yes, the horrors.
But I do appreciate the sentiment of letting everyone mind their own business. Just as I'll respect your right to smoke wherever you damn please, I hope you'll understand my right to break some of your ribs when/if I feel like it. Which coincidentally may be a few seconds after you and your cigar come within 5 meters of me, but hey, that's life for you.
No problem is insoluble in all conceivable circumstances.
I was speaking about curious George, and forgive me for not making myself clearer...
Well, since the average cigarette lasts longer than 3 minutes, that would mean the cigarette pollutes less than the Volvo on a time basis.
Or it means that you took an invalid comparison and ran with it, looking just as silly as the guy you were arguing against.
"As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly." A. Carlson