Friday, May 28, 2010


HEARSE, n. Death's baby carriage.

2010 Update: Transportation sent for the departed.

Programming note: I am leaving soon for the Deep Springs classes of the 80s reunion. I have great intentions of posting a story in the morning and something normal on Monday but Deep Springs may or may not be on the grid and I may or may not be on the wire. If you don't hear from me until Tuesday, please only complain sincerely.


pia said...

I will sincerely complain :) Not

Karen said...

Is there cow-tipping at a Deep Springs classes of the 80s reunion?

Anonymous said...

hearse gives way to thoughts
of movie harold and maude ...
enjoy the company and memories
turn off cell phone,drop out,
drop off the grid,see you tuesday
oh yes,comments for yesterday,just
say,n...happy and safe travels
peace and out
ps--give a thought of thanks and peace on memorial day,just seems right

quilly said...

Have fun. Enjoy yourself. Tip cows. Do not come home in a long black baby carriage.

And have you ever heard of scheduled posts? You just tell them what to do, and they do it even if you're not there. Unlike children, they don't need to be monitored (except for some weird WordPress glitch while we were in Canada), but you don't have WordPress, so ... oh. Nevermind.

Go. Have fun. Most of us will still be here when you return.

the amoeba said...

Yes, Q, we are talking about Blogger here. Then again, we must remember the 21st-century definition of the sciences, fide Murphy (He of the Law):

If it's green or it wriggles, it's biology.
If it stinks, it's chemistry.
If it doesn't work, it's computer tech.

Happy reunion, Dawg.

Ariel the Thief said...

With it or on it, Pascover!

Karen said...

@WhySharksMatter said...

Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Chondrichthyes
Subclass: Elasmobranchii
Superorder: Selachimorpha

RT @DrAmoeba @Q *wink wink nudge nudge*

TLP said...

I have to laugh at the idea of your planning your posts far enough ahead to schedule them. Sorry. But you know it's true.(At least the story-writing part.)

Hearse: Not that different from a limo hired for a prom dance.

Jim said...

Have a nice reunion, Doug. You can give us a count on how many passed away (hearse ride) in those thirty years. The most discussed item from most reunions is who and how many have died.

Karen said...

TLP, as in a High School Prom? I think every prom ever invented played Led Zepplin's "Stairway to Heaven" for it's theme song.

Well, Memorial Day Weekend has begun ... Y'all enjoy those outdoor picnics and what not. I'm sure I'm not the only commenter at this blog who will completely ignore their computer for the next three days...


Steve said...

TLP, you saved me the comment. You know "our" son very well

[For those that do not know: TLP is Doug's Blog Momma. I on the other hand am responsible for his rugged appearance and propensity to crowding deadlines]

TLP said...

Yep, Steve. He does do that. But with his good looks and brains, crowding deadlines is acceptable.

Thanks for sharing him with me.

actonbell said...

I hope you're able to acquire the wire:)

(That was sort of a slogan during the gloden age of that warehouse job where we drove down vna's. Can't help myself)

Have fun, but I hope you don't tip any cows, that's sad and mean. You won't do that, I know you won't.

Hearse--I kept thinking of Patty, but I know she was Hearst. Hearse, hearser, hearst.

Cooper said...

Enjoy your reunion time, it's best to go before the hearse comes I hear.

TLP said...

Sincerely said I miss the story. Not exactly a complaint. Just a statement.

tsduff said...

Go in Peace young man. You are missed.

Jim said...

My sister, Lois', report:
"Twenty of us were at our 55th class reunion, thirteen class members & seven spouses.
A couple more had been at the party Friday night but didn't come to the banquet.
We've had five die (may six?) and two they knew of were having health problems & couldn't come to either."

Now Doug, we are ready for your report.
Remember I said people all know how many have died. Lois' class had less than fifty members as did mine.

Karen said...

Yes, Doug. We're ready for your report. Can you tell us how many of your classmates from the Deeps Springs classes of the 80s reunion have gone senile?

Doug said...

Thanks, Pia.

Karen, not much. Some bunny-chasing but mainly by the dogs.

Thanks, Bear. I was off-grid and there plenty of thoughts of world peace and local mayhem.

Quilly, I have heard of those and I meant to set them up but I didn't get it done. See TLP and my father's comments below.

Thanks, Amoeba.

Ariel, how's near it?

Karen, I'll trust that for an in joke. The first of many this past weekend.

TLP, I'd laugh too, except that that might be rude to Quilly.

Jim, all of my class is still alive. If you can call that living.

Karen, I nearly sinned by not getting around to hot dogs until last night.

Pops, The 39-year-old is father to the man.

TLP, you sure know how to set maternal expectations.

Of course not, Actonbell. There's plenty of persecution around to leave providers of milk and meat out of it. Patty Hearse makes perfect sense to me.

Cooper, a hearse brings you to a different kind of reunion. I left just in time. The neighbors saw a black-hooded stranger ring the doorbell with a long boney finger Friday night but they say he left after half an hour. Death is an impatient guest.

Thanks, TLP. My plan right now is to do that for the Wednesday post but you know me better than that.

Thanks, Terry.

Jim, zero dead out of twelve but very few spouses or children so we can indulge a little longevity.

Karen, most but we were pretty addled as teens, too.

weirsdo said...

I hope you had a good time. I'm still kind of disappointed I didn't get that job.