Interrupting this update to point you towards the rules for reviews on “You’re Not Dead”
I have started fantasizing about being a philosopher. I have no clue what becoming one would entail, but it would be so fascinating. To create ideas about what life is and human condition would be such an interesting endeavour.
I think my recent fascination has been caused by a stint of watching biographies brought to you by the School of Life on YouTube. They summarize a philosopher’s body of work and they do a quick biography on their life. It is a great way to waste a few hours.
At the same time, philosophers never seem to have a fantastic life (on the whole. Occasionally. Parts). I think what I hope for is that I will be remembered for doing something interesting after I die. Not by children, family, or others that are horribly biased, but by the masses. I realize that comes off as entitled, but it would be neat.
Of course, I say this not knowing if that will ever happen. I just want a Wikipedia page based on me because I am that vain.
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Update: THE DEAD CAT
My fiancée called me in a crying panic earlier this morning [Saturday, May 20th]. While waiting for a cab to take her to work, she saw a cat on the road.
Dead.
The reason she got so upset (aside from seeing a dead cat) is that the cat apparently looked identical to ours. Hank was, meanwhile, sleeping behind me. We sorted it out very quickly, of course, but had no idea where to go next. Does anyone know the next step in Canada? We resorted to her asking the cab driver and I have no idea what happened next.
ANYWAY, the moral of this story is “please be careful with your pets.” Tasha and I have three that we love more than anything and could not fathom the idea of letting them escape the apartment, but I am quite aware that not everyone is that way.
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Update Two: THE VERY DEPRESSING MOMENT
[a few hours after The Dead Cat]
The owner of the cat in question came to my door about an hour ago.
Apparently, the cat pushed its way through a screen and escaped outside.
The owner of the cat kept his composure as he told me over the baying of my two dogs, but it was clear he was upset.
After he departed, I held Hank for over an hour.
I love my cat.
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