Cemetaries and jokes.

I had a bit of a freaky experience last Saturday. Well, not really that freaky, more sort of... interesting I guess, since this is the second time it's happened to me. A couple of years ago as I was looking through some of my old stuff I found a little book about a friend of my great grandmothers who died really young. Being the creative person I am, I started writing a little story inspired by the information I'd gathered from this book. Well, I've long since given up that idea, but as I went to my great grandmothers grave (which is in another county), I stumbled upon her friend's grave. I didn't look for it or anything, I just turned my head slightly and there it was. Ok, so it's not amazing, but it still felt like a pretty big deal at the time. Well, on Saturday my friend and I were taking a walk around one of the cemetaries in town, and we were sort of looking at graves, going "oh, I want mine to be like that one" and "isn't that pretty" and shit like that. And then I saw one just by the wall that I really liked, so I went "wow, look at that" and walked closer to it. Well, turns out it was the grave of one of the doctors whose work is a huge part of the reasearch I'm presently doing for my paper. He died in like 1867 or something like that. It was weird the way he's been sort of living in my footnotes, and now ironically seeing his grave kind of brought him to life.

Also, last night I dreamt that me and mindthelacuna watched Bill Bailey's "Part troll" DVD. I wonder why. Might be because I used his "are you an optimist? - yeah, I hope so"-joke yesterday.