. . . and your sanity could be questioned after you've passed . . .
. . . and you'd like to prevent hassles from the above players arising after your death, then it's wise to meet with an attorney who works in the field of estate planning.
Which I happen to do.
You could e-mail me here, and we could set up a time to chat.
Of course, I'd already gotten two text jokes by that posting:
The first: "After Farrah Fawcett died, she went to Heaven, and upon arriving was asked what was her one wish for those she left behind on Earth. She replied, "Keep the children safe." Then Michael Jackson died."
The second: "What were Michael Jackson's final words? "Take me to Children's Hospital.'"
Now, before anyone gets all bent out of shape, this is a natural human reaction called "gallows humor." And whatever Jacko's many adult shortcomings (which too often eclipsed his creative excellence), I, at least, think they stemmed from his being an abused pre-adolescent who was responsible for being his family's meal ticket while working in a ethically dubious business in a morally dubious time.
When you spend your entire life trying to change the face of the "man in the mirror," and you looked like your father, you are trying to forget something bad.
Look, dude, I don't care if you hooked up with a llama when you were in Argentina, as long as you are competent in your position and you aren't a raging hypocrite about it.
When you once upon a time said this about a fellow sinner:
You then should check out this piece about this extremely interesting graphic that indicates Red Staters "sin" (as they would define it) more than Blue Staters.
I heartily recommend the British gossip site and newsletter, PopBitch; the weekly newsletter, especially, is entertaining. However, as proof that you don't have to be ignorant of the world to also be snarkily hilarious, this tidbit came out today, which makes me wonder if this is the kind of thing you learn in the foreign service academies:
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>> Diplomatic stinkbomb <<
Ahmadinejad nukes himself in the foot One of the things Iran's President Ahmadinejad is most known for in political and diplomatic circles is his B.O. He has been described to us as smelling "musty" and "like a billy-goat". Our drunk Whitehall source this week gave an interesting take on the West's attitude towards him. The Chinese are said to be appalled by Ahmadinejad's standards of personal hygiene - it offends their cultural norms. And so, despite everything - democracy, freedom 'n all that, Britain and the US don't mind him staying in power. The Chinese are not likely to give political support to somebody so weird/smelly. Which will help delay Iran getting nuclear weapons.
After having the previous regime not even commit the financial equivalent of a decent power forward for the protection and repair of the Great Lakes from invasive species, the Obama administration has appointed an EPA czar for the region, with a half-billion of funding to fix the damage done, and prevent more damage from occurring.
The biggest threat on the horizon -- which a client who lived near a lovely mid-Michigan lake didn't know about -- is a wave of big, jumpy Asian Carp who've been working their way up the Mississippi.
Let's hope that the much-discussed electric barrier for the Chicago River gets built, and fast, or these fellers are going to have a whole new playing field around the Mitten.
For Detroit City Council President Monica Conyers -- who clearly has some 'splainin' to do , Lucy -- she has careened past the refuge of patriotism to the sheltering arms of Our Her Lord, as broken down in insightful and funny sad takes by Laura Berman and Bill McGraw. (Bonus points to the Freep headline writer for the the namecheck of the Judy Blum chick-lit-with-training-wheels classic; well played, sir/madam.)
Remember to take to heart Monica's bashitterysolemn words: "If you're not praying for The 60 Second Blog me, then you're just adding to the problem."
BTW, in looking around for links on this post, I found this great take which, though a bit Wings-bashing, is a great contribution to the canon supporting the theory that, indeed, Bettman Sucks.
Touring in support of their new release, the members of Spinal Tap played Detroit last week, so a fine Soundgarden(!) cover of "Big Bottom" seems appropriate.
He's good enough, he's smart enough, and, gosh darn it, he's always had more recounted votes than Norm Coleman. And the Minnesota Supreme Court today confirmed it unanimously.
. . . and you'd like to prevent hassles from the above players arising after your death, then it's wise to meet with an attorney who works in the field of estate planning.
Well, I Tweeted this within a couple hours of his passing on Thursday evening.
. . . on males of a certain age, such as myself, with her poster.
I heartily recommend the British gossip site and newsletter, PopBitch; the weekly newsletter, especially, is entertaining. However, as proof that you don't have to be ignorant of the world to also be snarkily hilarious, this tidbit came out today, which makes me wonder if this is the kind of thing you learn in the foreign service academies:
The Chicago 2016 Olympic organizing committee made its presentation this past week.
You know how people sometimes consume stuff that's not good for them? Like smoking, Lions season tickets and deep fried Twinkies?
Samuel Johnson's famous 18th century quote is, "Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel."
Yesterday at the National Economic Summit in Detroit provided another reason that I, not even a BlackBerry owner, admire Jim Balsillie: "I think what Detroit did at different times in its life was massively unconventional, and now you've become prisoners of convention."
Matt Millen has begun the process of revising his horriffic Detroit history, while sounding like a little girl about it, at SI.com, and here at the Freep.
