why i hate spiders

because one just crawled into my keyboard and died...bastard.

death is but one, and comes but once

after a rather random discussion about the need (or not need) for life insurance, i decided to pre-plan my 'arrangements'. so i've narrowed it down to three options:

1. build my own pine box coffin


2. arrange for my cremation


3. when it's my time, fly to the yukon, drive to a remote lake, paddle out into the middle of it with cinderblocks tied to my feet, climb over the edge of the boat, let go

opinions? ideas? am i too morbid for the internet? scratch that last one...it's the internet after all...where i found the death clock and instructions on how to build your own coffin. there's worse i'm sure. just don't tell me ok?

maybe it's my recent acquisition of a (deadly) nemesis that has me pondering mortality.

you can see the insanity in his beady little eye...terrifying