What’s next? Four-A-Days

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They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I’m hoping to pack each day next week with at least 4,000 “words.”

I can’t say some of the pictures won’t have words in them. Just that they will all be pictures.

Next week.

…Get ready.

Now, on to more important matters: What are you up to on this post-Mother’s-Day weekend? Any fun plans??

So, you’re stuck in this compound in the middle of the desert, and you ……

Let’s say you’re secluded in a compound in a desert that has no internet and no cable and no TV antennas and no 3G or 4G or 2G (if it exists) or anything like that.

In fact, your sole option for technological entertainment is a flat-screen with a DVD player. And you’re gonna be stuck there for a while. At least six months. Because, you know, you’re in hiding. From them.

And you only get to take 3 DVDs with you. (No, you can’t take an entire season of 24, since it’s got a half-dozen discs in the box. That’s too many discs. Plus, why would you, if you’re hiding from a life that looks like a season of 24, anyway?)

What 3 DVDs are you gonna take?

A few thoughts on the end of Osama Bin Laden.

1. Justice is justice. War is war. I respect both, and recognize that they hold a necessary (albeit unfortunate) place in society. Without such things, we would either live in an utopian stupor or unconscionable anarchy.

2. When I heard the news, I was more than relieved and even excited. But then I remembered that this man was a man… A human being. Yes, this is quite an important moment in the history of terrorism and justice, but I will not be dancing (nor will I judge someone who does). I just can’t seem to celebrate someone’s death, especially if there’s uncertainty in my mind regarding their fate on the other side of life.

3. I wonder what went through that Navy Seal’s mind when he knew with certainty that his trigger sent that terminal bullet to flight. Pride? Respectful solemnity? Joy? And will we ever know his/her name?

How did you respond? What went through your mind when you heard the news?

On jumping out of an airplane.

More than one of you mentioned Jumping Out Of An Airplane as a bucket list item.

I just can’t figure out why.

Ok. Maybe it’s My Current Fragility–the same Fragility that keeps me from signing up on Failin.gs right now–or it may be the fact that I already experience the “thrill” of slight hints of worry and anxiety on a weekly basis (mostly unfounded) so I’m not looking for actual legit reasons to panic. Either way, I can’t for-the-life-of-me figure out why someone would eagerly raise their hand if asked “ok, so, who in the room would like to go jump out of a plane?”

Not.

Me.

It’s the whole “you could really die” thing that’s getting in the way. My mom is probably thinking that this is in direct contradiction to my desire to turn a corner at 50-miles-an-hour. And, yes, I know rolling a car is a potential life-threatening activity. But, still, it’s not the same as free-falling. In the air. For an extended period of time. Especially when there’s that looming question of whether or not the parachute will open.

I don’t need that kind of excitement in my life.

Now, that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna watch the video of your jowls flapping as you scream your lungs out at 90-bazillion-gravitational-miles-per-hour. Oh yes I want to see it.

And I will applaud!

So, for all you thrill-seeking Bucket-Listers (ok. Maybe the Bourne in me fits that description) we need documentation of the event! I’m talking pictures, videos (including screaming-your-head-off audio) and the like!

Oh. And guess what? I got a call this week. I might be able to fulfill this bucket-list dream sooner rather than later! Stay tuned!