"The fishing hat means leave me alone."

Ah. Nothing says Monday in New York like seeing someone get arrested.

I'm not sure what the offense was, but I saw a couple of cops, both uniformed and plain clothed, sticking a man into the back of a police cruiser. Lovely.

Speaking of legalities, does anyone know what I need to do to make sure that in the event I am reduced to a vegetative state and my cerebral cortex is nothing but mushy grey matter, that I am NOT kept in that vegetative state? This whole Terri Schiavo thing is disgusting and I can tell you that I definitely do not want congress and the president deciding whether I live or die. So I repeat, no feeding tube for me.

Oh and I would like to be cremated. Thanks.

Hmmm. Sorry for the bleak blog entry, but it had to be said.