End of Days
I sometimes wonder what will become of this site when I’m gone.
When I say gone, I mean gone as in lost interest and gone away doing something else.
Or maybe gone as in gone to the Great Smokey Pub in the sky.
Will it just languish here gathering cobwebs and spam?
Or will some enterprising soul print it all off and flog it as a chart topping best seller?
Will the Grandchilder read it from head to tail, top to bottom and marvel at the wit, intelligence and insight of their Grandad?
Or will they clad it in lead and bury it as deep as possible in order to preserve the family’s dignity?
How quickly will it be forgotten?
A couple of hours?
A couple of days?
I did contemplate putting a doomsday machine type chunk of code in here. Its clock would tick inexorably towards total and complete catastrophic destruction, unless I nip in every now and then to reset it.
But I would probably forget about it and would wake up one day to find this site has become a massive hole in the ground lined with glass, with the surrounding neighbourhood uninhabitable for the next thousand years.
Probably the most likely scenario is that the name won’t be re-registered and some enterprising young soul will grab it and set up his own Head Rambles, selling porn and Viagra.
An ignoble end to an ignoble site.
It’s kind of poetic really?
You could do what I'm considering: having a url on the old headstone. Should be some craic when there's a funeral near ya! On a sad note, looks like this site died with the owner – http://belfasttaxi.blogspot.ie/ . Then again it is a permanent (?) memorial.
You have a URL? Or are you just going to register one for the headstone [retrospective nerd!]?
Indeed I often think of BTD. He was a regular here and it was one hell of a shock – a normal post followed the next day by an RIP. Makes you think?
As for my headstone – "Here lies Grandad who is Rambling new pastures"?
Here's lies Grandad now fuck off and get on with life instead of wasting it staring at this bloody stone.
Yep, I have it all planned, QR code and all. Can't give the game away until the appointed time though! I was thinking I might get buried standing up. Imagine it,: just like going to the post office for all eternity!
Don't leave it too late though. Don't forget the stonemason has to have all the details before you shuffle off this mortal whatsit?
Why not leave the domain name and website to a trusted friend or family member in your will? And give them access to the domain account so at least they'll be able to extend the domain life while the probate process continues.
"Why not leave the domain name and website to a trusted friend or family member in your will?"
You just nailed the problem in your question. Maybe I should hold a competition?
I originally typed 'family mamber' and then corrected it. Perhaps that was a mistake.
Could have been worse? Could have been a family mimber?
"Probably the most likely scenario is that the name won’t be re-registered and some enterprising young soul will grab it and set up his own Head Rambles, selling porn and Viagra."
One can always hope?
Sounds like you've been thinking again. Never a good thing to do. I have an idea though. Will the site to me and I will keep it running as a memorial to you until the day I pass on as well. I will in turn, will the site to Puppychild who should have, by then, seen enough of life to start brining out the type of cynicism that seems to be present in all of those with Gaelic blood running through their veins. At that point she can do with it what she will.
Just a suggestion of course.
And an excellent suggestion it is too. Can you start tomorrow? The key is under the front door mat.
You ain't dead yet, my friend and don't get any ideas about a premature demise. You must live out your allotted life and continue writing your legacy before you shuffle off this mortal coil. This, of course, means I have to outlive you long enough to inherent HR and pass it on to Puppychild. A week should be enough?
I didn't say I was dead. Maybe I just want to retire and do something else interesting, like collecting moths or doing macramé, or even watching paint dry?
"Maybe I just want to retire and do something else interesting, like collecting moths or doing macramé, or even watching paint dry?"
My father had a saying about things like that. "Don't die before your dead."
'Nuff said.
My offer is still open though.
Heh! Your father was a wise man.
A web cam installed in the coffin with solar powered lights. We can finally get to see the real you… eventually.
I'll drop by occasionally, say once a year, just to check to see how you're going and if you need anything.
Rename the site "What lies beneath"? Could have possibilities, but I could imagine watching a corpse rotting wouldn't be that interesting?
The NSA will always have a record of everything you've written. 🙂