Friday, July 15, 2005

Flesh popsicles are born every second

Want to be frozen like Ted Williams?


No, no, no, no, and no.

Do you actually believe that after we've cured all diseases and figured out how to reverse cellular aging, we're going to wake your frozen-asses up? Do you think that the overpopulated earth will want to have all of you flesh popsicles walking around, using up resources that we inevitably will not have enough of for the people who haven't died yet? Suckers.

4 Comments:

At 7:46 PM, Blogger trisha said...

Hehehe. Yup, suckers.

Well, if we need a good pitcher...

 
At 6:05 PM, Blogger Piece of Work said...

Ha ha ha ha ha!! What a great point.

 
At 9:14 PM, Blogger madgirl said...

wwwellll

maybe more popsickles than suckers eh? :)

i cant understand how folks can be so terrified of dyin that theyd go thru the trouble of freezin themselves anyways. livin forever doesnt seem like a supergreat thing so far as im concerned. sheesh.

 
At 6:55 AM, Blogger James said...

The whole Ted Williams thing is rather sad, and not soley for the reason of buying into making one's self a dead popsicle with the expectation of being re-animated at some point in the future. While I don't follow baseball closely at all, Williams was always an interesting character to me. His contemporay, Dimaggio, was always a greater presence in the American mind, and when you compare the men Dimaggio was in many respects a very loathsome creature (my assessment, really, though on the whole he wasn't a nice human being) who in spite of this becomes an American icon. Dimaggio's whole life was dedicated to fame, fortune, and marrying the wrong woman; there was little sacrifice rendered, and he epitomized the "What's in it for me" personna.

Williams was very different, and I won't get into all the reasons why, but an equally talented baseball player (why we make so much of talented ball players also astounds me) is likely to be mostly remembered by future generations for allowing himself to be manipulated by his son to be turned into a freeze-dried cadaver with ludicrous aspirations of reconstitution.

Sometimes how life unfolds is just very strange, and wholly unfair.

 

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