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August 24, 2014

You could be like Ray Kurzweil, self-absorbed and dreaming of paying bemused men in lab coats to Ted Williams your noggin after you shuffle off this mortal coil,

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but you're wasting your time. Believe me, Ray, no matter how much money you pay those guys to Birds Eye your head,
they'll get high after lunch and accidentally kick out the plug while they're playing hacky sack, plug it back in when they sober up and realize what they've done, and when they finally defrost you and sew your head on a used Japanese sex doll with a Pentium chip where your heart used to go, you'll be about as useful as a Kardashian. Young people take your place in the lineup eventually, and you can go with it, or just turn into an old guy telling anyone that's willing to listen that you really used to be sumfin'. And Ray, you have no idea how to hit a curve ball, so your frozen head will be completely useless anyway.
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That speaks to a growing fear I have: as I get older I am not convinced of the efficacy of youth.
They can't even handle being young without screwing up or falling over. Sex — money — power are such alien concepts, they might as well be in there with Snow White, waitin' for that kiss.
The fear, yes, that as I get old I must rely on others to correct my vision or remove a tumor or repair the brakes on my car or prepare the food I eat or manage my finances. My fate and future are held by young'uns that can't find their asses with their hands tied behind their backs.
I am at that time of life (68 yrs) when contemporaries are beginning to die, folks my kids' age are looking at retirement and grandkids are doing things I used to think should be done by adults.
My uncle Louie Lozko, we all called him "Letsgo Lozko", he raised bantam chickens right up until the day he died. He usta say "If time didn’t go by so fast I wouldn’t dwell so much in the past."

Posted by: chasmatic [TypeKey Profile Page] at August 24, 2014 11:53 AM

That one jar...Abby Normal?

Posted by: Rich Fader [TypeKey Profile Page] at August 24, 2014 6:01 PM

My fate and future are held by young'uns that can't find their asses with their hands tied behind their backs.
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My concern as well. It's doubtful I'll be their guinea pig. The tough part is deciding when, but then, maybe I'll know when I get there.

Posted by: ghostsniper [TypeKey Profile Page] at August 24, 2014 6:18 PM

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