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Now let me begin this blog with a disclaimer. I’m one of those people who shy away from the soapbox, and I save my “rants” for when Gus-the-Newfoundland has an “accident” on the livingroom rug. But sometimes something so low, comes along that I just cannot keep quiet. And like that pile of you-know-what sitting on the Mowhawk carpet, the book Go the F*** To Sleep stinks.

I mean REALLY..? This is considered funny? Entertainment?  “Pure Genius?”  Now for those of you mumbling into your sleeves “Oh come-on, lighten up.” I put the question. Where does taste leave off and the gag reflex kick in? Evidently anything Samuel L. Jackson (who I adore as an actor) reads aloud is considered good literature. But for god’s sake, would you invite Jules Winnfield to read your kids to sleep? I have experienced this book, seen the Sam Jackson video and watched the commercials ad nauseum. I suppose we’ll see the T shirt on the market soon. And all for one thing–the almighty… ( it rhymes with the bleeped word in its title).  Might I suggest instead, a book,  for all of you “parents who live in the real world.”  It’s called Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown. 

Read it–to your kids and maybe… just maybe you’ll find that  those little people you spend so much time trying to avoid can touch your soul instead of getting on your last nerve.   

End of rant.  

Grab today–tomorrow is coming.   Fantastically your, LC 

“Death leaned over my shoulder and said “Live…I’m coming.”

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Today is the day after the longest day of the year (Summer Solstice) The kids are out of school–bored and maybe driving you crazy? Well, slow down and enjoy the 15+ hour day with some little known (and most likely cared about) tidbits. Share these and show others how nerdy you really are…

Buried Alive

The Legend:

Some poor fool is committed to his or her eternal resting place, even though they aren’t quite ready to take that final dirt nap. Scratch marks are later found on the coffin lid along with other desperate signs of escape.

This not only happened, but back in the day it happened with alarming regularity. In the late 19th century, William Tebb tried to compile all the instances of premature burial from medical sources of the day. He managed to collect 219 cases of near-premature burial, 149 cases of actual premature burial and a dozen cases where dissection or embalming had begun on a not-yet-deceased body.

Now, this may seem ridiculous, but keep in mind this was an era before doctors such as the esteemed Dr. Gregory House gained the ability to solve any ailment within 42 minutes. If you went to the doctor with the flu in those days, he’d likely cover you in leeches and prescribe you heroin to suppress your cough. Their only method for determining if a person had died was to lean over their face and scream “WAKE UP” over and over again. If you didn’t react, they buried you.

The concern over being buried alive back then was so real that the must-have hot-ticket item for the wealthy and paranoid were “safety coffins” that allowed those inside to signal to the outside world (usually by ringing a bell or raising some type of flag) should they awake 6-feet under.

Unfortunately safety coffins aren’t in vogue anymore, so if you’re at the cemetery and hear a muffled voice calling out “OK guys, joke’s over. Let me out!” it might be a good idea to inform someone with a shovel quickly.

Of course, that last sentence was merely facetious, there’s no way something like this could still happen today. Uh, well, except for this story about a Venezuelan man waking up during his autopsy. On second thought, you might want to consider adding a line in your will that states you’re to be buried with a gas-powered auger in your casket when you go.

Nathan Birch also writes the disgustingly cute webcomic Zoology.

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