Sunday, December 16, 2007

Book Title of the Day

How People Who Don't Know They're Dead Attach Themselves to Unsuspecting Bystanders and What to Do About It.


  1. I see dead people!

    *Of course, I'd be too distraught over wearing such hideous clothes to realize I was dead, though*


  2. I see a lot of this on my daily commute.

    Their eyes are open but there's nothing there.

  3. Ah, is this the living person's equivalent to The Guidebook For The Recently Deceased, as featured in Beetlejuice?

  4. I use a crowbar and I swear at the top of my lungs.
    this also works for jehovah's witnesses and those mormon kids on bicycles. yeah, rule over a planet with a big dent in your head! ha!

  5. I have found breaking wind violently gets rid of the buggers.... the deadndontknow it dont like it

  6. BINGOWINGS: Your bridesmaid dress would be much more fashionable.

    I can hear you now sighing, “Always a bridesmaid never a bride.”

    GEOFF: But in the case of your mystery man on the train, his eyes are open just wide enough to always find the empty seat next to you.

    IVD: I hope the dead people took the advice from the “101 Things To Do Before You Die” book before they popped their clogs.

    FN: Or you could force-feed them some of your “special” fudge or Frobi’s “special” chocolate truffles.

    BEAST: You wouldn’t want to soil your lucky pants!

  7. *still can't link*

    I think I'm dead.

    I mean, I must be - just look at all the rotting corpses I'm surrounded by in here.

  8. PIGGY: On Blogger’s “Dashboard” page, there’s some song and dance about how they “apologize for removing the URL field from the comments form prematurely two weeks ago” and “Ironically, our testing of OpenID, a feature that lets you use accounts from all over the web to comment on Blogger, made it appear that we were trying to force you into getting a Google Account. We regret this appearance, since we're strong supporters of OpenID and open web standards in general.”

    It gives the impression that you can leave comments now but alas, perhaps such is not the case if you’re dead.

  9. I dunno, I've pretty well attached myself to you lot and none of you have noticed my lack of aliveness yet.

  10. I've been abducted by an alien called Gail. She has crap dress sense, snells of onions, and likes Led Zep.

    I put it down to my humanoid magnetism.

  11. I see dead people. BUt then again, I have opened the gates of hell with my ouija board.

    Feel free to hit me up via

  12. I'll be the one standing next to Piggy eating a kitkat.

  13. RIMMER: Zombies walk among us.

    GARFER: It’s time to send Gail packing her bags for the MISTY MOUNTAINS.


    It’s time to RAMBLE ON.

    AWA: Piggy has no comment on that.

  14. So does this mean you are dead now and you were dead that night I met you?

    And if so, who have you attached yourself to?

  15. Oh, wait...I guess you don't know. DOH! Must be that West Coast existence.

    Sometimes, I'm not sure I'm alive myself. So I know the feeling.

  16. WW: I was not dead. I was merely under the influence of an opium-induced dream. (See my comment on HE's blog about frolicking in fields of poppies.)

    What can you expect here on the West Coast? It's always down to a sunless sea.

    When you die I assume you'll attach yourself to the BC Lions cheeerleaders.

  17. That will fine, if they'll have me.

  18. where the fork do you find this stuff!!?!