Zannah's newest question is "what do you want your last words to be?"
My answer:
"Don't wait up."
So many of the other answers were telling the ones you love that you love them one last time, some making a little speech, some just saying the little words and then expiring silently.
I try to tell the people I love that I love them every day. When I die, I'd like to leave them with the knowledge that it's okay to grieve for me but that it's okay to move on, too. I want to tell them that they can cry for themselves, if they feel my loss, but that I'll be beyond their tears.
Oh, yes, and i'd also like to tell them that when i die, please donate any salvagable portions of my body to people who can use them.
Celebrate my life, hold an Irish wake and tell funny stories about me. Just don't sit by the window and look out, waiting for me to come home, because I'll be busy in the next great adventure, whatever it holds.
Don't wait up.
About a week and a half ago, I discovered a deep-seated need for something smaller than my paper schedule to keep myself organized. I've recently become surrounded by people with Palm organizers, so that was what I started looking at first.I entered a strange world I hadn't suspected existed. The Palm platform has an astounding number of applications written for it. They're all tiny (to fit on a device with 4MB of memory), and some of them are very narrowly targeted. A little application with drug interactions in it. A moon calendar. A menstrual cycle tracking calendar.
And people are passionate about their little machines. I've encountered a kind of fierce adoration usually reserved for threatened or extinct platforms by a hard core of fanatics.
So I ordered a Palm IIIx from Outpost.com, took advantage of the free overnight shipping, and had my new toy about 24 hours later.
And it is a really lovely toy. It's tiny, fast, doesn't use a lot of batteries, and it's been doing a good job of keeping me organized and on time. It's really cool that it syncs up with the Outlook program I use at work, as my schedule changes on a daily basis, and I use Outlook to keep track of that.
Speaking of my schedule, I have a new site on my list of sites I maintain, and that adds another meeting--an early-morning meeting on one of the days that is a major content drop day for my other sites. I'm starting to seriously think about switching my schedule around so that I'm actually in the office during the end of the European day, because it would save a lot of grief all around if I were actually at work when they were also at work. And at that point, I could define an absolute earliest time I would be willing to attend a meeting, and enforce it.
Getting up early sucks, though. But it would be pretty nice to get in at 6 and leave at 2 or 3. I've been pretty good about getting to bed by 10 lately, so this is possibly workable.
If you have ideas for interesting Valentine's Day things I can do for any of my sweeties, mail me. I've been coming up with blanks, I'm afraid. Silly holidays, anyway. My normal VD mode is to wear black and bitch about the lack of romance in my life. Heh. I don't want to make it a huge deal, but I'd like to do something nice-ish. I know it's a contrived holiday, but, really, aren't they all?
My first XML file. (Version 4 and above browsers only. I think.)I feel like printing it out and posting it on my fridge.
Your eyes are not deceiving you. This is, indeed, an updated design. I finally got a little bit tired of the old design and decided I wanted a new one to play with. And today's entry is courtesy of my inability to attend seven hours of training yesterday without multitasking a little bit.And Catherine linked to me in her Weblog--and had some astoundingly nice things to say about this journal. I'm astounded and grateful.
