it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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What an odd mood I find myself in--

--I seem to be in mourning tonight. Probably because I've been doing so much living with people who have been dead for ~400 years. And I've got that feeling about ol' Christofer and Gulielmus that I usually only get listening to Jim Croce live recordings: A sort of cross between annoyance and sorrow that these people are dead, because the more I get to know them, the more they seem like the kind of people I like to go out drinking with. They were just such... fucking neurotic writers with a deadly sense of humor.

Just like all of my friends.

Well, okay. I'd actually pick Jim Croce as a drinking buddy over the other two, but you know what I mean.

So in the interests of exorcism--

James (Jim) Croce: (born) 10 January 1943 (died) 20 September 1973 in Natchitoches, LA, aged 30 years, in a light plane crash.

Christofer (Kit) Marley: son of a Canterbury shoemaker, (born) 6 February 1564/63 (died) 30 May 1593 at Deptford Strand, aged 29 years, stabbed above the right eye at the house of one Emma Bull.

Gulielmus (William) Shakespere: son of a Stratford glover, (christened) 26 April 1564 (died) 23 April 1616 in Stratford, aged 52 years, in bed with a freshly amended will.


Dunno what's gotten into me, but maybe this will get it out.

Oh, Hulk could have been better. It could have been worse. I did not want the two hours of my life back, but I probably won't see it again. *g*

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