Simulated existence

Yours truly in Vent #318, 25 November 2002:

Some day, more likely some night, that “finite number of breaths” will be reached, everything will come to an end, and no one will know until two or three days later because some mundane task wasn’t performed on time, some phone call wasn’t returned, or, most absurdly, because this goddamn Web site wasn’t updated.

Glenn Reynolds, last night:

YEAH, SCHEDULED BLOG POSTS WOULD DO THE SAME FOR ME: Woman’s auto-payments hid her death for six years. But not for six years.

If there should prove to be a way to blog from beyond the grave, I’m in. Or I will be in, anyway.







3 comments

  1. McGehee »

    9 March 2014 · 8:36 am

    As rarely as I update my blog and Twitter feed (and having once again deactivated my Zuckerbook account), I imagine it could be months before anyone “out there” noticed my sudden absence.

    An ominous diagnosis would have some minuscule upside therefore, in that I would have the opportunity to say something before my online lamp goes completely dark. But I’m not lobbying for any such…

  2. Roger Green »

    10 March 2014 · 3:27 am

    assuming my webpage was paid for (and it is for another 2 years), if I died tomorrow, I’d be blogging almost every day for a month. It would show up on Twitter and Facebook.

  3. fillyjonk »

    10 March 2014 · 7:21 am

    I admit, that story about the woman is one of those probably-not-entirely-rational fears I have: that, absent any local family, I could figuratively fall off the earth and no one would notice. Or, as I grumble on the days when I feel taken for granted: No one would notice until stuff stopped getting done, and then they’d be all mad at me because they would figure I was slacking.

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