..or maybe i should say, i'm reliable, just like the proverbial bad penny?
I dunno.
I've been wanting to post and say "Woot! Pyraxis as mod, what a stroke of genius " or words to that effect
but i've procrastinated for so long, that's old news by now.
It's been one damned thing after another, in Walkie-land. ( I know I'm posting this request on the wrong thread , yet again, but hey! can we have a smilie of one damned thing chasing another damned thing?Great big hairy damned things with sharp red horns in their heads. Oh yeah and weilding those great big three-pronged toasting forks).
The latest damned thing popped up just a few days ago. My friend David (Teddy Bear to you). just dropped dead suddenly, in his apartment . As far I can gather it really was very sudden and he didn't have chance to suffer. So . Good. A good way to go. And although he thought of himself as a "failure" (don't we all, if we measure ourself by conventional NT standards) he was a roaring sucess as a human being. That man was loved. By numeous people, all around the globe.
And now it falls to me to try and contact all those numerous people. With great difficulty, because the silly bugger really was was totally unprepared for this. His apartment manager still had his brother down as "next of kin" . Said brother died about 15 years agio, And no love lost between them, anyway.
I dread to think who will actually get to play the next-of-kin role. In the meantime I've appointed myself as temporary stand-in- next-of-kin, and am doggedly tracking down as many as I can of those people who are gonna be alarmed by the length of tiime that his mobile has been switched off for,; and they can only ever get his deep doomy "let's scare off the cold-callers" answerphone message on his landline; and by his concommitant failure to step off a plane on the other side of a pond, as expected, etceteras Also, I am trying to find out which of his Teddy Bears is down for adoption by whom, in this event (I believe he had some verbal agreements ) . And delivering the sad news, of course.
In the meantime , the coroner is sitting on said mobile phone, apartment keys etc, until such time as the ghost of David's brother floats in. Or probably some even more awful apparition, such as his dead brother's snobbish widow, who really won't be terribly interested.
I am taking a quick break from all this mind-stretching communication stuff.
And what am doing with this break ? Posting here. WTF? I guess my brain has been terminally fried.
All the best, guys. I miss yas. Not that anybody would guess. Think i might go back to being a regular soon-ish... if those damned things would only just stop chasing each other for a while.
