What If You Were Dead?

What If You Were Dead?

No, this isn't a death threat and nor is it some esoteric spiritual afterlife ghosty blog.

Believe it or not, I'm actually quite fond of some of you rubberheads on MySpace! You keep me entertained, get me thinking, make me rant, and some of you even read the crap that I write! In fact, the chances are if you're reading this and you aren't some mad crazy stalker, I might even miss you if you stopped!

The other day I was thinking about what happens when a blogger dies.

I don't think I'm subscribed to anyone in their 90s, so aside from anything else there would at least be some degree of tragedy to the whole thing, in that one of us has been 'taken before our time' (whatever that actually means), and chances are it wouldn't be expected or even A Good Way To Go.

But would anyone ever know?

If you're anything like me, most people who read my blogs are people I've never actually met before. There are a couple of Real Life mates like War Bastard and of course Lill Boo who stop in from time to time who'd obviously know pretty soon - but what about everyone else?

Think back to blogs you used to read that have now disappeared. Even if it's a blog you enjoyed, it could be weeks or months until you even realise they haven't been around. Even then you'll probably just assume they're on holiday or found someone to hang out the back of rather than spend their time mooching about online.

You could quite easily buy the farm and nobody here would ever know what had happened.

It's one of those weird situations online life has thrown into the mix. Before the internet you'd hear about it from someone but now, for an online friend...?

Last year, a Canadian bloke I'd met through chatrooms had a huge heart attack and died on the spot. He wasn't a blogger or anything, and we weren't mega-close, but he was one of those people who popped up on MSN Messenger and we'd have a good chat - or we'd post crap to each other on Facebook and add each other to stupid apps. Definitely someone I'd class as an Online Friend.

It was 2 or 3 months after that when I just caught a message posted by someone else for him saying "R.I.P". I'd been wondering where he was, but figured he'd pop up again...

So what would happen if you died? Would someone log into your account and tell people what happened? Does anyone have your passwords, and would they even think for a second about your Online Friends?

Is this something we should be putting in our Wills now? "My passwords for MySpace and Facebook are xxxx - please change my status to 'is dead'"?

Err... should I actually HAVE a Will?

Anyway - try not to die if you can.

I'll do my best!

Today Is A Good Day To Die

Today Is A Good Day To Die

I strive to be able to say these words every single day of my life - and to MEAN it.

Now I know that straight away, most of you will have taken that completely the wrong way. It does not mean I'm suicidal or that I want to die. It is in fact about as opposite as you can get!

Most of you will have heard these words from Native American Indians, or whatever you have to call them to be PC these days. The rest of you uncouth yobs may have heard it in the film 'Flatliners'.

It does not mean "I want to die today". Let me explain it:

If you live your life to your best ability, fulfilling your potential in every possible way - then you've done all you can.

You've LIVED.

I can look back on my life, and see there are people I have genuinely helped - some I've even saved their lives in some way.
I have friends and family who I'd do almost anything for, and they for me.
I've followed my dreams, and learnt Martial Arts, Sword Fencing, played Quarterback in US Football.
Played bass on stage and sung on stage in two excellent bands.
I've loved with my whole heart and soul.
I've made people feel loved who never had that before.
I've had a hell of a lot of fun.
I've had a hell of a lot of pain.
I've seen loads of money come rolling in, and loads go rolling out.
I've been self-employed.
I've seen the true beauty of nature; of people; of everything.
I've laughed.
I've faced death on its terms and on my own terms.
I've known the joy of connecting with animals of all kinds.
I've striven to be a Good Person.
I've met my own Evil, embraced it, and controlled it.
I've seen the truth in peoples eyes - good and bad.
I've ridden high-performance bikes at insane speeds in all locations of the UK, and not only survived the experience but been PAID for it!
I've stood on a hillside looking out over the world and realised how awesome it was.
I've experienced things that are either supernatural or just plain weird.
I've made love - properly, with someone who loved me and I loved them.
I've made others cry with laughter.
I've felt and given passion.
I've been a success at almost everything I've ever wanted to do.

That's nowhere near my full list - and how many people can even touch on that???

And although that's only a tiny fraction of what I want to do, and what I know I can and will do with the rest of my life - I think I can say I've lived.

And I love life.

So if I died today, it would be as good a day as any for it. Sure, it would mean there's an infinite number of things I haven't done, but I haven't wasted my life, and I've made my mark. People would miss me - I think I can safely say I'd be remembered in a fond way by almost everyone I've ever met.

Today is a fine day, with endless possibilities. Anything could happen. I won't take this day or any other for granted.

Today is a good day.

Who wants to die on a bad day?

And that is why I'll often say to myself: "Today is a good day to die."

Can you say it?

Can't... hold... it... any... longer...

Can't... hold... it... any... longer...

I've been biting my tongue for a while now over the whole Jade 'Pig Momma' Goodey shit that's on every front page every single day. I've just clicked a couple of links on MSN stories about her and her dumbfuck dipshit of a dooshbag husband, and it's finally tipped me over the edge.

I DO care enough about this twat to open my mouth. Err... fingers? Whatever! Here's the story I just read:

Jack Tweed convicted of assault

Jade Goody's husband Jack Tweed cried in the dock after being convicted of assaulting a taxi driver.

Jack, 21, was convicted of attacking Stephen Wilkins in Epping last May. He had denied the offence.

He is due to be sentenced on March 26 but his lawyer pleaded with magistrates to suspend the sentence for six months - saying Jade had just four weeks to live after being diagnosed with terminal cancer.

She added the couple married less than two weeks ago and his "partying" days were over.

"His partying lifestyle is well and truly over and has been for some months now," she said.

"He tries within the confines of his tag to care for her. He is unable to work."

Magistrates were told that Jack grabbed Mr Wilkins around the neck and threatened to stab him as the taxi drove at about 50mph.

Jack said he was "stupid drunk" and had no memory of the incident.

It is the second time in six months that Jack has been convicted of assault.

Last September he was given an 18-month prison term after being found guilty of attacking a 16-year-old boy with a golf club in Ongar, Essex.

There is sooooooooo much wrong with this. If someone killed your baby but it was a year ago and the attackers 'partying days were over now' - would you give a damn? He attacked a taxi driver whilst the vehicle was moving and could have ran over any number of kittens, and even threatened to stab the poor driver - and what? We're supposed to feel sorry for the justice being done? We're supposed to suspend his sentence for whatever reason???

But even then I could sit back with everyone else in the World and think "Aww - poor them! They've done so much for cervical cancer blah blah such nice people underneath it all etc..."

And then I read another story linked to that which read this:

Jade 'has less than four weeks left'
Jade Goody has been given less than four weeks to live, her husband Jack Tweed's lawyer has said.

Jade's friend and publicist Max Clifford later said that while the situation was very bad in terms of her terminal cancer, "none of us know" exactly how long she would survive for.

He said that Jade was going to be disappointed at the court's verdict on Jack, but said he did not want to comment further about the case.

What? Because if you get cancer you and your mates are all exempt from Law??

Let me back up, for any of you who don't know who she is. Jade 'Pig Momma' Goody went on Big Brother and got chucked out for getting into a physical fight with a huge black man. She was a loudmouthed splatter of cunt back then, but actually went on to appear in another Big Brother series where she made racist comments against an Indian film star.

We were all told by the press to love this loudmouthed little scamp who represented modern strong and fun women until this - and then were were told to hate the ignorant racist fuck.

Big, shellsuit bedecked trampy whores all over slowly warmed to her again thanks to constant media coverage, and then EVERYONE loved her when she got cancer. After all, "It always happens to the best people" doesn't it? Doesn't it?

Well I'm saying that God got it right this time. I am truly horrified and disenchanted with the human race who have championed such scummy worthless false idols.

I want to strangle everyone who's bought a paper to read about Pig Momma or her violent criminal cunt of a man. It's been a break from them all buying papers to read about drug whore Amy Winehouse and her violent cunt of a 'man', though, hasn't it?

Yay for modern day heroes!

I will say that it will be a shame to split this particular couple up though... Can't they both go?