Welp, September 20 2002 was the day the tornado swept through our neighborhood - can't believe it's been a year. in some ways it seems like it wasn't that long ago, in other ways it seems like it's been longer...

friday i went to Johnie's calling with mom - had i not invited tons o queer people over to the house for a pool party/ice cream social for saturday afternoon, i'd be going to his funeral. tho he wasn't a celebrity, he completed one of those weird death trifectas - Johnny Cash, John Ritter, Johnie Means - all Johnnies.

It's weird all the deaths that have happened lately - had i not gone to Johnie's calling, i might have gone to Frank O'Bannon's funeral downtown. i really liked the O'Bannon family's request that people donate school and/or art supplies rather than spend money on flowers - just one more way for Frank to contribute to education in Indiana. it's also cool that his death has brought about discussions of living wills and organ donation - there never seems to be the "right time" to talk about that sort of thing, but it's easier to make your wishes known when you can talk about someone else doing it. i certainly don't want to be hooked up to machines to prolong my time on this planet - that's not really life. i dunno if any of my organs would be worthy of donation (maybe i should donate my body to science fiction??) but i certainly don't mind them checking me out for possibilities. i know it's probably irrational, and certainly selfish, but the only thing i wanna keep is my eyes - something about taking my eyes squicks me, so lemme hang on to em, okay? doubt they'd be wanted by the time i'm gone anyways, my vision's getting worse and worse, it seems.