Death, Dying, Sex and my Flist...which I'm grooving to tonight

Caught up to my Friends List this evening and found the following gems, which made me laugh, smile, think, and nod my head sagely in agreement. But most of all feel less alone in the universe. Don't normally do this, but I had to save these quotes to my livejournal.

From docbrite:

"What do you think happens after you die?
The only thing I'm sure of is that you don't give a damn what anybody does to your body.

Would you choose to be immortal, if you could be?
Oh God no"

Ah. I completely agree. Docbrite is a gal after my own heart.

Wise packing advice from ginmar:

"And then there's surreal little moments, too, that require one make mental notes to one's self like this: Note to self: When packing duffel, make sure not to toss singing camel on bottom, unless one wants to have that weird, my-duffel-bag-is-possessed-by-a-musically-impaired-Arabic-ghost-moment.

Have to hand it to ginmar, she can find humor in the worste situations. Also when I read her journal I finally understand the meaning of the phrase: wherever you go, there you are.

From etrangere, who wisely state:

With "Others" I'm always misstepping. Dancing along the distance not knowing quite what is the right one. I'm always pretending, wondering "is this proper ?" "is this all right ?" "Is it too close or too far ?" "Do I appear too presumptuous ?" I have a shitty depth perception when it comes with dealing with relationship.

Beautifully phrased - I want to steal the last line. Can I?
It's so perfect. And it fits me. Until now, I've never seen a phrase so perfectly describe my own difficulties with relationships. Every relationship I'm in I feel like half the time I'm struggling to figure out if the person in the glass is closer or further than they appear.

spoonless posting in "real philosophy" states:

1. When people die, the world does not disappear.

2. It's impossible to draw a clear line between conscious and unconscious things, and therefore silly to treat consciousness as fundamentally different (let alone superior).

Sometimes the obvious needs to be stated. It keeps us sane.
Or at least it keeps me sane. Been having odd dreams lately and somehow the last statement explains that perfectly, while the first - is oddly reassuring.

From tightropegirl who writes for TRu Calling. She is discussing the Angel The Series White Board that she inherited and keeps being told to erase.

He stared at the whiteboard, where the entire final season of Angel was laid out. "Are you ever going to erase that and use it?" he asked me, puzzled. We told him it was a historical document. And yet for some reason he gave us a funny look when he walked out...

Here tightropegirl is referring to the head-writer of True Calling. LOL! Enough said. Nice to know I'm not the only one whose gotten strange looks regarding my interest in Angel and Buffy. A TV producer I met with a year ago, gave me an equally blank look. "What? You don't just watch Law & Order 24/7 like the rest of us?" Explains the current state of broadcast television in a nutshell.

The board for the last Angel episode also sat in the downstairs hallway for days, and may I say, I like whoever it was who wrote, after what we now know to be the final scene, "Spike and Angel make sweet, sweet love, then dust each other. The End."

YES! See, I told you that was the only ship that ME would let sail into the sunset.

And last but not least, the following is from
redredshoes who put down my thoughts on the whole gay/McGreevy issue so succinctly.

I guess my take on the whole thing is summed up in that beautiful Margaret Cho line -- "I was sooo confused. Am I BI? Am I STRAIGHT? Am I GAY? Finally, I realized....I'm just slutty. Where's MY parade?" Either-or categorizations are fine as online party games, but boxes are, in the end, for bones, not living beings.

Honestly, why do people care so damn much what others do in the privacy of their boudoir? Who they choose to love? Marry? Have kids with? Have sex with? (read consensual sex between two consenting adults here) Or read or write for that matter? We have a right to our fantasies. We have a right to love who we love. We shouldn't have to defend them to anyone. If you don't like mine, bugger off and write/read your own. People can be such arrogant hypocritical self-righteous freaks.