Happy In Bag

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Icicle of Damocles















I've received no foreshadowing about how I'll die. Odds are that I'll perish in my sixties or seventies from a slow, debilitating disease. A dramatic death sounds more attractive. I pray that Iranian nukes won't be involved, but I wouldn't complain if twenty-five years from now I fell off the ledge of the Grand Canyon or was eaten by a pack of coyotes. Then again, a falling icicle might do me in tomorrow.

9 Comments:

  • At 12:02 PM, Blogger m.v. said…

    Somehow being eaten by coyotes seems painful.I think good'ol dying when asleep we work for me.

     
  • At 12:03 PM, Blogger Happy In Bag said…

    Forget about the danger... think of the fun.

     
  • At 12:04 PM, Blogger m.v. said…

    fun doesn't have to hurt.
    also word verification is "methicat"

     
  • At 12:22 PM, Blogger Happy In Bag said…

    Methicat is my rap name, M.V.

     
  • At 7:56 PM, Blogger Ruralgurl said…

    Seriously, I thought I'd be dead by now. "Better to burn out, than to fade away..." Guess I never stood under the right icicle.

     
  • At 10:46 AM, Blogger Happy In Bag said…

    I'm naming my new band "Right Icicle."

     
  • At 3:47 PM, Blogger the unthinking lemming said…

    I've been watching a comb of icicles grow off of the western side of the rental house I am rehabbing. One tooth is somewhere between 5 and six feet long. That is almost matched by the ice berm "protecting" the previously mentioned gravel driveway. I've hired sherpas to lug in my construction materials and equipment.

     
  • At 9:54 AM, Blogger bgo said…

    I've written my final chapter and it is just waiting to be read one day. Play something SO BEAUTIFUL before my ashes. Bach might work. Or something from 15th century Poland.

     
  • At 10:01 AM, Blogger Happy In Bag said…

    Hey, UL and BGO. If I go before you, please make sure this gets played at my service. Jobim's version in English might be preferable.

     

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