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Wow, my timing on yesterday’s post couldn’t have been much better, eh? Terri Schiavo was finally able to pass away sometime this morning, and I couldn’t be happier for her. That’s all I’ll say about it.

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Since picking up the Arrested Development Season 1 DVDs earlier in the week, I’ve been binging on those, having already watched something like 14 episodes in the past three days. So, so funny. Funny quote of the day:

Jessie: *talking to George Michael* “Daddy lost his shot at happy and it’s all your fault, Opie.”
Narrator: “Jessie had gone too far and she had best watch her mouth.”

Why it’s funny: the show is narrated by Ron Howard, who of course played Opie on The Andy Griffith Show.

By now, probably anyone who’s reading this has at least heard of the Terri Schiavo case. Basically, she’s been a vegetable since 1990 when she suffered severe brain damage from cardiac arrest believed to have been brought on by bulimia. Her husband has sought to have her feeding tube removed and let her die and her family has fought him every step of the way to keep her alive.

First off, I’d like to announce to everyone that if I’m ever in a state similar to that of Mrs. Schiavo where my life is sustained solely through life support systems and there’s basically no chance that will ever change, pull the [expletive]ing plug. I’d much rather be dead. For all intents and purposes I’d be dead before the plug was pulled anyway, which is why I can’t understand why so many people are trying to keep this poor woman alive. I can understand that her family doesn’t want to see their daughter/sister leave this world, but those reasons have to be purely selfish at this point. I can’t honestly believe that a person would prefer that type of drawn out, fruitless existence over just dying.

Some would argue that her husband and the courts shouldn’t be allowed to decide that she should die, but I see them as being hypocritical. Interfering with her life is apparently okay only when it supports their point of view.

I just feel horrible for this woman and her husband. Let her go, people. It’s been fifteen years, and she can’t possibly be happy (nevermind the fact that she probably doesn’t know who she or anyone else is at this point).

Terri Schiavo herself helps prove my point at her blog [Ed. note: Terri Schiavo’s blog is in no way associated with zesticle.com].

When I was in Cancun last month, I bought some postcards and three stamps my first day there and mailed a couple out the next day by giving them to the clerks at the front desk of the hotel. The day before we left, I still had an unused stamp, so I just wrote my home address on one of the cards, left the message area blank, and gave it to the desk clerks to mail out.

Well, I came home, a couple weeks went by, and the people I sent postcards to still hadn’t received them. I had forgotten all about the fact that I had sent one to myself until just a few days ago.

I went out to the mailbox when I got home after work yesterday, and I’ll be damned if that postcard wasn’t in there.

Date mailed: February 14th
Date received: March 17th

I guess it’s sort of funny that it was both mailed and received on a holiday, but a month to mail a postcard? Good lord.