Famous Last Words

Last night I was wandering about the wilds of the 'net, randomly searching terms such as "insidious fish""

{Note in the links were included the terms:

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I went off to look at Darren's blog. He's won awards for it, so I sought to steal his secrets. The blogosphere genre analysis will have to wait though. While I was there I ran into his question about: "What song lyrics would you ever have tattooed on your body?"

It got me thinking.

A few days ago I was casually blissed out on the couch reading the Economist when the SO asked if I needed anything. I said:

"I'm fine thanks."

And I really was, too.

I have decided that these are what I want my last words to be. However, before any gods in the neighborhood decide to do something funny, I'd like to qualify that:

I do not want the person to whom I say these last words to be any kind of airline employee.

I would prefer not to be saying them while standing waist-deep in a dumpster.

And I don't want to find myself saying them this week.

Not for at least sixty-eight years, in fact.

So, for next time: A blog on the genre of blogs, and what I'm doing wrong (Oh so very wrong).