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Buggs Bunny promised me a future that never materialized; a future with flying cars and rocket boots and Illudium Pu-36 explosive space modulators. As 2000 approached, it became clear that the world I thought I'd live in as a child would never come to pass.

My aunt Gloria passed away this past Saturday from pancreatic cancer. Her long battle lasted four times the median survival rate, and took her into her octogenarian years.

My mother's mother passed away a few hours ago. She had been stricken around the time I started this blog, and after some years of improvement, started a gradual decline in health in the past few months. Although it's unquestionably sad that she's passed on, I must admit I am relieved that her suffering has ended.

This title is kind of inappropriate for the content matter, but what's new. It's the title of a meloncholy song in the low fi indie tradition by a japanese rock band called the pillows. It bears no direct relevance to anything, and if you can't read it you aren't missing anything. But it's a fantastic song, sung from the heart with feeling, the way they all aught to be; it's the kind of song that makes me thankful that music was thought up by someone at some point. There's plenty others, but as I listen to this one on repeat, they slip my mind.

My cat's name was Honda. My family got him about the same week as we got a similarly colored Honda Civic, and decided to name him that. This past week, he started to refuse food. The veterinarian said that his chest cavity was full of fluid and that multiple terminal problems were likely, so on Monday my parents and brother spent one last hour with him and then had him put to sleep. It was probably the right thing to do, since they said he was suffering pretty badly, but I can't help but think that he probably didn't see it coming.

Inevitability rears its inevitably rearing head recently, in the form of exhaustion from overwork, the death of a terminally ill 93 year old ex-president, or in the form of an MPAA takedown notice.

Its not that these things take time, because they do. Its because they have to be good, or else your life is forfeit. And so, my return to inane rambling is announced by my triumphant return to an acknowledgment of my life rather than a struggle against it.

Really.. what is there to say? I'm saddened by the loss of someone that I had fun with. I'm not going to blow anything out of proportion or anything: He definitely wasn't the greatest guy I ever met, and he wasn't my best friend for any period of time. By the same token, he wasn't merely an acquaintance; I knew him well enough, and saw him with a frequency that I think warrants my level of shock and sadness.