So, I have been thinking a lot about how I really don't tell you very much about what I do, for this, I suppose I am sorry, but not that sorry. See, there are two things in play here. Firstly of all, I have like, two, maybe three loyal readers, and with as much as I post, those numbers are probably more like none, so this stupid blog is really just some sort of psychological masturbatory diary isn't it? No one has ever asked me to explain the embalming process, so I won't, ( I know how it works, and if I am the only one reading this thing, why should I care?). Secondly, I still have a really hard time breaking down the anonymity of the people I serve. I wish I could, and I could, quite easily if I didn't use names and if I embellished a bit and/or de-embellished slightly, but as I outlined before, I am the only one reading/writing this thing, so why would I. In some ways I do "out"” people but it is in a very vague way that only serves to get my opinion across most of the time. Which brings me to a point I have been trying to make to myself. I have unfortunately written the same entry about twelve times now, (have I even written twelve entries?) and I am not going to do that anymore. So that's it one two and here you go. Just because I don't show you cool shit, doesn't mean other people with bigger balls than me shouldn't, right? Right. http://www.flickr.com/photos/underbunny/sets/3722/

don't know her, never talked to her, If you google underbunny she's ALL over it. I think she's fucking brilliant and wish that I could do what she is doing (actually I DO do everything that she is doing, but I don't take pictures). She's good folks. I don't think I disagree with any of her comments. She's got balls too. If that 102 year old's family wasn't into that shot, and saw it, they could OWN that funeral home.

NEXT WEEK: my recent inability to give a shit because the world is fucked.