Getting Around to Updating
Jun. 5th, 2009 10:21 amSo, last night I came up with a ton of writing for The Fourth Rewrite. :) A bit of going back and editing, too, taking out a weak bit earlier on and replacing it with something tastier.
It was something Emma said, when I read out a bit of the story to her in my flat the other night. She had no idea how well I can write. I read out some of my poetry to her, as well, which was well-received.
Anyway, I found out last night that David Carradine is dead. According to the Beeb, "Thai police told the BBC a hotel maid found the 72-year-old naked in a wardrobe with a cord around his neck and other parts of his body."
According to
webofevil, however, the original report reads:-
"Thai police told the BBC the 72-year-old was found by a hotel maid sitting in a wardrobe with a rope around his neck and genitals on Thursday morning."
What better way for a 72 y.o. to go, than accidentally and in an amusing compromising position, naked but for ropes tenderly wrapped about his neck and genitalia, for the cleaning maid to find one.
Apart from the serious wish that I be 30 years older than that, and that my demise should occur in the presence of at least two pretty young people (minimum age 21 y.o) in as heightened a state of sexual arousal as I at my terminal moment, I can't imagine having a happier ending for me.
Rest in peace, Grasshopper. :)
It was something Emma said, when I read out a bit of the story to her in my flat the other night. She had no idea how well I can write. I read out some of my poetry to her, as well, which was well-received.
Anyway, I found out last night that David Carradine is dead. According to the Beeb, "Thai police told the BBC a hotel maid found the 72-year-old naked in a wardrobe with a cord around his neck and other parts of his body."
According to
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"Thai police told the BBC the 72-year-old was found by a hotel maid sitting in a wardrobe with a rope around his neck and genitals on Thursday morning."
What better way for a 72 y.o. to go, than accidentally and in an amusing compromising position, naked but for ropes tenderly wrapped about his neck and genitalia, for the cleaning maid to find one.
Apart from the serious wish that I be 30 years older than that, and that my demise should occur in the presence of at least two pretty young people (minimum age 21 y.o) in as heightened a state of sexual arousal as I at my terminal moment, I can't imagine having a happier ending for me.
Rest in peace, Grasshopper. :)