Knocked Off While Getting His Rocks Off

Who would've thought that the man who played an ascetic monk on the boob tube would die because of a mishap during some kinky S&M sex? You think I kid, but it could be true.

Apparently after more investigating and an autopsy, Bangkok officials think this may be the cause of death for David Carradine, especially since there was no suicide note. Family members and friends all deny that he would committ suicide. No comments on whether or not they think he'd participate in some Thai S&M during his time off the movie set. Interesting, no?

While this is a little shocking (the dude was in his 70s for crying out loud), I find it funny in an almost absurdly morbid way. I'm not laughing about the fact that this guy died. I'm giggling over the way he might've died. Who would've predicted this would be the way they'd go out of this world? Geez, what a way to go. And most mothers are worried that you're wearing clean underwear. How about NO underwear, Ma? How 'bout that?

You can look at it as the absolute best way to go (while doing the deed). Or you can look at it as the most embarrassing position to be caught in. This got me on the train to morbidville and I started pondering how I'd like to die if I got to choose. Here's what I came up with:

1. Kick the bucket in the middle of an ice cream eating contest with a gigantic glop of ice cream in my hand and my face planted in a 21 scoop sundae. Sounds heavenly to me.

2. Dying peacefully in my sleep sounds like a nice way to go. However, I'm afraid I'd start to attract the extended family of roaches who live in my building and that they'd start nibbling on me before my stink alerted the neighbors. Guess there goes the open casket route.

3. Just so my name would live on, I'd like to go in some exciting/devastating/awe-inspiring manner. I'm not really sure how though. Croaking while doing some kind of Evil Knievel-like move involving a lot of rings of fire atop a moving airplane while riding a motorcycle blindfolded sounds kick ass.

4. Being the last person alive aboard a spaceship looking back at the dead earth while hurtling uncontrollably toward the sun sounds like a poetic demise.

5. Turning into a popsicle in the vast lands of Antarctica while exploring icy caverns in the name of science makes my death sound noble and gives me a chance to get jump started once technology figures out how to unfreeze me and jolt me back to life.

So how would you like to take your last curtain call if you had the choice?

Slow Cooker Virgin Suicide Averted

So I'm alive and well after eating my first-ever slow cooker beef stew prepared by moi for both lunch and dinner.

I gotta say, it wasn't that bad. It was a little too tomato-y for me though so next time I'd opt for less condensed tomato soup. Other than that though, it was not bad. Yay me!

I packed up most of the rest and stuffed it in the freezer. I think I'll have the rest for dinner tomorrow and wait another month before I have it again.

Slow Cooker Virgin Suicide

I thought I'd just let y'all know that I purchased a Crock-Pot the other weekend and I'm popping its cherry tonight. If you don't ever hear from me again, it means I food poisoned myself to death in a sorta suicide.

Normally I'm strictly a warm-it-up (Kris) cooker. Frozen foods and Hamburger Helper is pretty much the extent of my culinary skills. That, and I can do some breakfast foods.

Tonight I'm working on my first slow cooker stew. The recipe seemed easy enough so I went out and got the necessary ingredients from the grocery store today. We'll see if it comes out ok tomorrow morning.

I keep going over to check on it, but it looks like it's doing ok. As far as taste goes though, your guess is as good as mine. I'll letcha know tomorrow as it's going to be my lunch - good or bad.

Life Imitates Art?

I know I promised to post something about my vacation, but I just read this bit of news online that is very disturbing and horrifying. According to the article, a Florida teen broadcasted his suicide online. Viewers logged on to watch, and there's conflicting reports that people actually witnessed the suicide as it happened. Of course, many believed it to be a hoax at the time.

The article indicates that this is not the first time someone's broadcasted a suicide online, but it's the first I've read about it and it's completely unbelievable to me. How can someone do this - both commit suicide as well as share it with the world? Was it his attempt at a last hurrah? Was it to get the attention that he may have craved? And why would people log on to view such a thing? This makes Untraceable, starring Diane Lane, more and more plausible. Has society's morals been degraded so much that page hits increase with the prospect of another person's death?

While there are tons of films and tv series that portray similar situations, this is the first I've read of it in real life. Is this an example of life imitating art? Or are there numerous examples that have caused the media to show more and more graphic images? Are today's kid's so numb to feeling emotions that anything filtered through a screen is automatically dismissed as being fake? If so, we're in for a bumpy ride because today's youth is the most technologically advanced generation ever.