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As with a low sucking sound it slowly disappeared again, Starbuck still gazing at the agitated waters where it had sunk, with a wild voice exclaimed—“Almost rather I had seen Moby Dick and fought him, than to have seen thee, thou white ghost!”
      “What was it, Sir?” said Flask.
      “The great live squid, which, they say, few whale-ships ever beheld and returned to their ports to tell of it.”

Moby-Dick, 1851


NEWS



3-17-09  No one reads this column
Guys, FURL sucks. It has sucked for years, and I'm sorry I've been using it. I have switched over to delicious; I would have done this much sooner, but they made it really difficult the last time I tried.


4-21-08  Archives
Uhmm, apparently archives haven't really been working since late 2006. THANX for the heads up guys! They are temporarily fixed, and will stay temporarily fixed until I migrate to new software/layout. I have said some hilarious things in the last 7 years, that future generations will feel lucky I preserved. Go check them out.


1-18-08  new iPhone icon
Woah, it's been 3 years since the last news update! Fuzzysquid now has a webclips icon for your iPhone! It'll automagically show up when you add FS to your home screen. Atom and RSS feeds have been available for a few years now, but I never made special mention of it.


1-14-05  LJ images
Since it seems to be popular, and it's been linked in a lot of different places besides here, I've decided to post the LJ Images page. At least in the news, at least for now. It's also getting some Google ads because you LiveJournal people are sucking up all my bandwidth (35% for that one page!)


4-02-04  FURL
Check out what I've been browsing: FURL.net bookmark archive. Not much commentary, relevance, or sequitur—but it's what's keeping this blog from turning into a meme dumpster.





LINKS

    SQUID STUFF

  1. TONMO - The Octopus News Magazine Online. Invaluable.
  2. Angrywhale - Meet Leonard. He's an angry sort of whale.
  3. The Squid Blog - From the Laughing Squid people.



    PEOPLE I KNOW

  4. Moxyberry - Where the cousin is at. Her bookmarks here.
  5. Cranky User - Brian's bookmarks. Updated, unlike his site.
  6. Rosenstock - Her other ride is your mom.
  7. Lauren - Wet Hot Singaporean Blogging.
  8. Universal Donor - Like the prime number shitting bear, but with terrible back pain.
  9. Olivia - Who receives special dispensation from our usual policies.
BLAG  read the archive


Friday, November 21, 2003
dannyboy 6:21 PM (0)

 
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I've been somewhat resigned to my belief (hope? fear? idle, unrealistic speculation?) that I'm going to die, possibly before I turn 30. I have some self-destructive compulsions, but so far they've only manifested themselves as driving aggressively, and making girls cry (which will surely turn into a non-trivial threat to my health, one of these days).

When I was younger, I had two pet birds that my mom liked to leave outside--in their cages. So they could get "fresh air." Clearly, she didn't understand the point of imprisoning small animals for amusement, but I digress. She forgot to take them in one night, and a stay cat got to them. They both eventually died from their wounds. I was upset, but more curious than anything else. I asked my older sister what was a very academic (and not emotional) question--what happens to animals when they die? She told me they go straight to hell and laughed. I wasn't amused, so she gave me the serious, Judeo-Christian answer (as she was and is very much a Christian): animals don't have souls, so they don't go anywhere. Do not pass go, do not collect $200--they just cease to be. Earthworm to monkey, they just die. Everyone, except us. This of course, directly conflicted with my ideas of God as a loving creator (why would he make these pointless creatures), and my precocious, scholar-like understanding of biblical dogma (the bible often uses animals as metaphors, illustrations, object lessons--and even mentions them, possibly figuratively, as companions in heaven).

Fast forward a decade or so--and I don't know if I believe in an immortal soul anymore, but the idea of non-existence as an end to mortal life upsets me greatly. Which is at odds with my desire to destroy myself in a spectacular way, possibly involving a stolen Ferrari.

What is life? Is being really all that different from not-being, anyhow?





 
   
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