latterdaybohemian

I used to religiously read Moby’s blog back in my banking days, comparing notes with my coworkers who also religiously read his blog. This was in 2001, before everyone had a blog, so it was quite novel to read quirky, fun, unorthodox, totally normal thoughts and reflections from a very famous person. I forgot how much I loved Moby until I went to Teany when I was in New York (go, seriously, it’s totally charming).

The following is a perfect example of why I love Moby:

98% of respondents would not choose to be a vampire.
reasons given:
a-immortality seems lonely
b-the sun is nice

2% of respondents would choose to be a vampire.
reasons given:
a-immortality seems excellent
b-vampires seem to be pretty excellent, too

i have to say that i fall into the 2% category.
not sure how i could reconcile vampirism with veganism, though.
my friend conchetta did ask a good question.
basically: what if immortality doesn’t involve personal jet packs and unlocking the secrets of dna and food in pill form, but rather involved a blasted, desolate earth with only cockroaches and pigeons for friends?
i guess then you have to learn to love cockroaches and pigeons.
maybe assemble an unholy army of the living dead(who just happen to be cockroaches and pigeons. see, someone should make a zombie movie involving bugs. ‘zombie bugs’ is a title that springs to mind, for example.
(‘bug zombies’ also could work.)