Neanderpundit

on your deathbed you lie there, waiting to die, thinking about all the effort that you made to keep yourself in shape, to eat right, to exercise properly, to avoid things that were bad for you, mind and body.

And what if in the next bed in the ward, there was a guy, also on his deathbed. Around him are friends and lovers, talking, arguing, laughing about all the things he’d done, all the bad decisions, all the escapades.

Can there be anything more miserable than to have lived a spotless life? I want to die fast and unknowing, or being gored by a buff or a tusker; but if I must die slow, let me be surrounded by those who remember me of my life, and the facts of having said “yes, please” to adventure and experience.

There are those who would say, about living this sort of life, “When you kiss X, you kiss everyone they ever kissed”

Bring it. I’d rather have kissed more people than I thought than less.

I can buy the same german made proximity switch from my source for $18 that costs $157 from the machine tool builder?

And why is it that there are still people stupid enough to buy them from the builder?