Non-Octoberish Days

[rain_gryphon]

The Poor Benighted 'eathen seem to be motivated of late...

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I must have missed this the first time around. Some loser got beat up by beauticians that he was trying to rob.

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Sigh. greysontiger whom I really don't know at all, is in danger of dying. I'm not sure why this upsets me so badly. He went in for what was supposed to be routine surgery a few days ago, and now his heart is ruined.

There's something uniquely unsettling about reading an LJ after something has happened to someone. You see their life going right along in its normal way, then just suddenly stop.

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For those inclined, you can sign up to be an organ donor at http://www.organdonor.gov/ They've got links to most, if not all, state registries.

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There's just something about Boy Scouts and electricity, it seems.

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The Antique Television Museum has been mere minutes from my home for lo these several years, and I never knew. I love stuff like this! They've got all kinds of pre-War TV stuff, including working cameras and sets from the 1920s.

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[spaceroo.livejournal.com]

I don't *think* I know "greysontiger" at all, although I'll have to admit I can never be quite sure. (I'm terribly clueless when it comes to matching up people's various aliases.) Regardless... it's quite gripping reading. Certainly a reminder as to how rife with random tragedy this world of ours is. Sigh.

[xolo.livejournal.com]

It's the randomness that gets to me. He'd apparently been for surgery before, and wasn't all that upset. If you read his LJ the night before, he's a bit worried at 10:30pm, but less than I'd be. A bit after midnight (I'm sure he had trouble sleeping) he's making a silly post about J Lo, and seems much more chipper. He's there. He's using his Tiger avatar picture that he must have liked, and the 'blue kitty' emoticons, and at that moment he's there, but not later.

For some reason the fact that he's "only" 25 affects me too. At some point, without really noticing it, I've reached that point where breeder-age people are now just older children, and entitled to that same sort of generic benevolence and protection that babies and children qualify for. I begin to get some inkling of how my great-grandmother felt when she was 96, and life was no fun anymore, but she was trying to hang on because she thought we were all too young and stupid to look after ourselves, and she worried about us. I thought she was delusional at the time, but now I know better.

At any rate, I hope he'll be okay.