Random Facts About You!.....# 52

I saw BB King a few years ago. It was in a smaller theater. He sat for the whole show and played through a small amp which was miked up. I remember that...at the time...I was thinking about getting a much larger, more powerful amp but I really didn't want to because I didn't want to lug it all over the place. So when I saw his amp which looked very similar to mine, I thought "Hmm...screw it. If it's good enough for BB King then it's fine for me too!"

I'm glad I got to see him. Good times. I was a little surprised by how formal it was though. People dressed up, black people seriously dressed up....like...fancy hats, canes, wild suits and being dropped of in limos. The governor was standing 15 feet away from us talking to some people. There I was...drinking a beer in the lobby, wearing a tye dye t-shirt, shorts and sandals....taking it all in.

 

I love to take time out and go to "my" cemetery, well its the closest one and the one where I'll be buried one day.

It is well maintained and I have LOTS of family there.

I love the peace I feel, as well as the beauty I see there.

The pet cemetery I have here makes me not be concerned about my eventual and inevitable demise.

 

The only time I go to the cemetery is when I'm riding my bicycle through it. I have a few family members there but I don't visit the graves. In my mind....it's not like they are there waiting for me to visit. My dad specifically told me to not get him a plot or headstone. He said "It doesn't benefit me in any way after I'm dead and it only leaves you an obligation...a place you feel like you have to visit once in a while and the last thing I want to leave you is an obligation". He wanted to be cremated anyway. I asked him how he felt about a memorial tree. I said I could pour his ashes in the ground and he could become a tree. He said that would be fine. So there is a tree there that my kids call "Grandfather Tree". Not like "the grandfather tree" but more like Uncle Dan or Father Time. Like it's the next living embodiment of their grandpa. They visit it often.

 

Another thought about cemeteries.....when my sons were pretty young, we were driving past a place that sells headstones. It was near our house so they would see them outside all the time. One of them asked my wife what they were used for. My wife said "Well....I think I'll let your dad explain that". Maybe she didn't want to talk about dead people or something. I don't know. I just said "When people die, sometimes they get buried in the cemetery. They put a rock on the grave with a name on it so they don't forget where they put the body".

It was kind of funny to my wife (maybe you had to be there) but a perfectly logical, age appropriate answer for the kids. They were like....well, that makes sense.

 

In Victorian times, cemeteries were used as parks. Families gathered there just like any other park. They had picnics and played.

 

You guys ever see an older thread get bumped under "Your Content" and think "Damn. I wonder what the hell I even said about that back then" ?

 

not me..... my ashes will be illegally spread in lake Ontario true to my outlaw lifestyle


haha....no fucking way I am burdening my kids and grandkids with having to go to a cemetery to lay flowers etc.........


my pet cemetery is my firepit

 

ive went to post in a thread I thought was new to me onlt to see I was quite a dick in 2009

 

I was at a cat cremation once. The idiot wife of my friend insisted on doing that in the yard and wanting us to sit through it with her.

Never, ever fucking again.

 

I still have one little girl at home who requires me to dig graves in the back yard for pets. As I'm out there sweating my ass off because I love her so much, part of me is thinking...you know....we have commercial brush chippers that would make this job take about 3 seconds.

 

And here I thought the chipper was morbid.

 

I've buried 4 kittens this week.

 

all the time

 

Half of the time I think "Ah...fuck it. I'm not scrolling back through 5 pages to see whatever dumb ass thing I said". I'll just let it ride. No reason to further clarify it.

 

Ok...totally different topic...because I'm a total math and statistics nerd...so feel free to ignore this if it's not your thing but....I was recently working on my payroll taxes and I was looking at my sons social security number. It made me look at the SSN's of all three of my kids, myself and my wife. Very interesting thing....(not actual numbers here)....let's say my first 3 numbers are 378. My first born son is also 378. My second son is 379. They are from my first wife. My current wife who is my age is 382 and our daughter is 383. The full numbers are very interesting. This can not be a statistical fluke. There is a pattern or system of assigning numbers. The odds of all of us having those numbers in that pattern would probably be less likely than winning the Powerball lottery if SSN's were assigned randomly.

It's probably almost impossible. So now I'm intrigued and my wife said "I suppose you will spend the next 4 days thinking about this until you figure out the pattern?" Perhaps...but maybe not. It is pretty interesting to me though. I'd like to see the first 3 numbers of different family members because I think it would possibly be very helpful to the equation.

This is not an accident. No way. This is the kind of thing where math and statistics can tell you a lot about the "system" and how it categorizes and organizes people and numbers.

Anyway....I don't expect anyone to give a shit about this. It's just kind of how my brain works. I love this kind of topic and feel compelled to find the answer. Math never lies to us. It's always just math.

 

I thought the first three numbers had something to do with the state you were born in, or maybe just the first number. All my family were born in NY state and all start with a 1.

 

I saw a family in the cemetery who were having something like a picnic one day when Grace and I were out walking. Our cemetery has a lot of walkers and joggers. Lots of people seem to visit. There are a couple military sections and one is for people who died in the Civil War. Some of the stones are really interesting to look at. There is one I found of a couple and four of their six children who died in a local flood in the early 1900's, and another stone that is for several people who died in a fire in some theatre in Chicago around the same time period.

I want to be cremated and hopefully have my ashes spread somewhere out in nature (most likely illegally).

 

well i'm up.....

 

Another beautiful morning... gonna be hot again today. Rain over the weekend and still in the mid to high eighties. Next week it's supposed to cool down and be more "normal" for May... Weird when "normal" isn't normal anymore.



Glad I'm not in Oklahoma... 1/2 mile wide tornado. "Yeah, they've always been like that" (Bullcoughshit)



Anyways... Cub Cadet runs great... Was out mowing until dark last night. without headlights. Needs tires and the deck needs bearings. (or something) Seems everything is freely spinning and no slop, it's all lubed, blades are okay and the belts are good but damn it's loud when you engage the mower. Cuts great though. Still want to do the LT to GT conversion with bigger tires/wheels as that was the original plan...


WoodRat is down for the count... Probably needs points and condenser. It shut itself off last time I was running it and hasn't re-started since. Recoil broke again too... Maybe it just needs a bigger engine.


Gotta switch over to garden work today...

 

That may be a short mystery then.

Edit....I wasn't born in the same state as my wife and kids though.