The lighter side of my father's death (not TOO creepy) Going through my father's stuff this week, I have seen so many examples of his weakness for crappy products, questionable charities and the Old Hard Sell.
→[More:] Then today, while in his old apartment, I have TWICE received obnoxious telemarketing calls that started with a 30-45 second spiel without taking a breath. Both times, the moment I could get a word in edgewise, I said "I'm sorry, the person you wish to speak to is deceased; I am his next of kin and I'm expecting a call from the mortuary handling his funeral, so I can't speak to you right now. Good bye!"
I must admit that by the end of the second call, I felt so proud of myself for mindfucking with the telemarketers with the TRUTH, the closing "Good bye!" probably sounded unnaturally cheerful. I consider it one of Life's Little Victories.
So what have you done lately to mindfuck the Forces of Evilness?