Death on the Interw3bz

I just saw this recent blog post and had to talk about it:

What Happens to Our Social Profiles After We Die?

Strangely enough, this article brings up some questions that I’ve often wondered about myself. What would happen to my various accounts if I died?

I’ve seen Facebook groups started to remember various people who have died, but never have I come across an active profile port mortem.

The blog above also makes mention of a site, which is sure to be hours of fun for my dear friend TJ, who obsesses over the deaths of people he never even knew. If you’re feeling a little bit morbid, check out MyDeathSpace. Creepy..

So all this is really morbid and a little creepy.. but it’s an interesting subject to think about, although maybe for not too long.

typo

Do you see anything wrong here?

Why, yes. They are the same street. Who the heck puts up a street sign with a TYPO???

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'doggie-pulp'

The first time I left Debbie’s dog, Jax, and Dolce together, I fully expected to return home to a pile of warm, oozing doggie-pulp on the inlaid hardwood floors at the house.

Much to my surprise, they survived. Thank goodness.

My next biggest fear is these two little munchkins ganging up on me and using their four sad puppy dog eyes together, unified, for evil and not for good.

We’ll see.

bad poetry

this will be humorous to some, offensive to others, and just plain bad to most… truth be known… i don’t care.

there once was a man named john

who never did anything he took on

we got fed up with his story

but he still wanted all the glory

gosh we can’t wait till he’s gone