Celebrity Corpses and other stuff

     I refuse to let him ruin my day, yet thoughts of him creep up, and then I get disturbed.
     Time for a cigarette, I can't think right now with all the chatter next to me.

     Lol.  My friend told me a story that Paul Kantner from 'Jefferson Airplane' told him.  Well, first of all, he's a customer at a local bar, and told my friend that one time, they were at a party, and his dead friend's ashes were there in an urn.  Well, the people were so out of it doing whatever, that they decided to snort his ashes. 
     That is pretty amazing, huh?
  
     I was talking to him about how steel mill workers dug up Charlie Chaplin's grave, and held the body for ransom, but were caught, and how they exhumed Bobby Fisher's body, the chess player, to do an autopsy on him.

     That's how that stuff all came about.

     Anyway, it is a beautiful day.  The weather is nice.  Of course, my mother always seemed to identify the emotional state of god with how the weather was.  I never bought into that, but I guess women like to think that way.  I guess it is easier than studying the cause and effect of why things happen.

     There are scientific reasons why the sky is blue, and why the grass is green.  I'll let you look it up on google or wikipedia.  I can't do everything for you.

     Sometimes people ask me stuff in a video game, and sometimes they really want an answer, and sometimes they are just too lazy to even read the information on the log-in screen.  I can't help those people who don't read what is presented right in front of them.

     Well, it is a good day to write.
     There is a freshness to the air today.  San Francisco is a good place for fresh air, even with all the cars.  The wind from over the ocean moistens the air, and keeps it clean.  In contrast, the air over L.A. just hangs there like a dead lake.  Nothing is going to make that pollution go away.  I don't know what they are going to do about that.  Mexico City is twice as bad as L.A. from what I hear.

     I just wrote a long letter to my oldest brother.  He claims he has ADD now.  That might actually explain a lot.  But I also feel that he has been using that as a crutch.
     Somehow all the things he's ever done in his life was because of ADD.
     Well, it could be true with his attention span, and all that.
     It could be that was just how we were raised, in a very chaotic situation with lots of children and not enough resources.
     My parents had eight kids.  I guess they liked having kids.  They were Mormon.

     I think it is time to have more coffee, and to have a smoke.