Morbid MP3s
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mundensWell, that was a successful complete re-work of the persistence mechanism of the core object structure in the application. Now to see if it survives regression testing.
The mp3 oracle was rather morbid this morning. Firstly, it gave me Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear The Reaper", which is basically about happily accepting death; followed by REM's "Everybody Hurts", which is basically an anti-suicide song; and finally in this sequence came Nick Cave's "When I Go", which is basically a somewhat tongue-in-cheek catalogue of all the things that will happen after the singer dies, done in a New Orleans-style dirge that you could imagine being the accompaniment to a funeral procession down Bourbon St.
Anyway, all I can say in response is that I have no intention of dying soon, though I do agree there is little point in fearing it. How can I die when there are so many things still to do? I've always imagined that the primary emotion I'd feel on dying would be anger rather than fear, as in "How dare you interrupt me Mr. Death? I'm busy! Go away, or I'll kill you!" I imagine I'm a prime candidate for becoming a liche. I wouldn't be surprised if some years from now people start complaining about the smell, and on investigation it is discovered I died months ago, but have been continuing on, as if nothing had happened, on sheer will-power.
The mp3 oracle was rather morbid this morning. Firstly, it gave me Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear The Reaper", which is basically about happily accepting death; followed by REM's "Everybody Hurts", which is basically an anti-suicide song; and finally in this sequence came Nick Cave's "When I Go", which is basically a somewhat tongue-in-cheek catalogue of all the things that will happen after the singer dies, done in a New Orleans-style dirge that you could imagine being the accompaniment to a funeral procession down Bourbon St.
Anyway, all I can say in response is that I have no intention of dying soon, though I do agree there is little point in fearing it. How can I die when there are so many things still to do? I've always imagined that the primary emotion I'd feel on dying would be anger rather than fear, as in "How dare you interrupt me Mr. Death? I'm busy! Go away, or I'll kill you!" I imagine I'm a prime candidate for becoming a liche. I wouldn't be surprised if some years from now people start complaining about the smell, and on investigation it is discovered I died months ago, but have been continuing on, as if nothing had happened, on sheer will-power.
