Technology Haunt Me

we put kaya in the back of the rental car (uh, that's another story...) and she whined for an entire hour until we found a beach she could charge around on unfettered. seems all those state beaches require fettering.

and in santa cruz i got to see an old old friend who has magically reappeared. it's Za! we lived together in college in a big ol' co-op. now she's married with a cute-cute-cute baby named addison. and she's got this hella freaky story about living with a ghost.

one of those stories that makes people who don't belive in ghosts believe in ghosts. she and her wife bought a house in colorado and moved in and... yep. ghost. rooms would go ice cold. the baby would cry. the cats would refuse to go into some rooms. then someone would bang on the door when Za was in the shower, but it wasn't tina...

turns out a woman had been brutally raped and murdered there five years ago. they hella moved hella fast.

ghost.

which really makes you wonder. if you believe in ghosts like i do, what does that mean in terms of the whole afterlife thing?

oh. my. god. what if the jesus freaks are right? are we totally going to haunt the living because we did not accept jesus as our personal saviour and eat the holy crackers and pray to the big fat arctic god who drops gifts on us from the sky to make the sun reappear?

that would be so ironic.

all those hipsters, in hell, being all sheepish.

"dude. what? you're serious? eternity in hell because i had that one drunken mash session with that guy in my lit lab? it was just a phase! i'm not really gay... oh fuck. what? condoms! i'm here because i wore condoms?!? oh. that is ironic. i suppose the irony of it makes this experience bittersweet like that iranian film i saw in... what? because i appreciate the irony of this you're turning up the heat? dude. that's so lame. ow. ow ow ow ow! (ad infinium)."

or maybe, there is no hell and it is okay to wear condoms but there are actually souls which then sometimes, uh, something, but which ocassionally, uh, haunt the living.

i'm not so sure. i believe in ghosts because i've had a number of people i trust tell me of direct experiences with them. i mean Za left her house which she had just BOUGHT and you don't do that unless something seriously fucked up is happening.

so what is that? any ghosts read this? if so, please comment.

i can relate to the whole ghost haunting the living thing 'cause it's monday morning.

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give me coffee!

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i cannot do your paperwork! i am the undead! the undead do not file. the undead procrastinate. time is for the living.