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Why is it that it's only when I have nothing to do that I keep forgetting about appointments and such? I wanted to go to a speaker series at lunch in downtown this afternoon and I forgot all about it until I looked at my calendar this morning. Last week when I got homr from Guelph, I had an appointment the next day and they called me to ask where I was. Cue mortification! I don't do that!
I guess I really need a serious occupation ...

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I had a notion this morning of creating (in fiction) a society where the highest form of honour is to be murdered. The younger you get murdered, the more honour it bestows. One's enemies wouldn't want to kill you because it would increase the standing of your family. I feel a person's natural desire to live combined with their friends' desire to continue enjoying their company would prevent wonton killings that would actually make such a society with less death and destruction. To die of old age or disease would be a sign of great shame because it would mean that none of your friends or family loved you enough to allow you the honour of dying at their hand. All the great saints and martyrs in their history would be people who had died at the hands of strangers because in order for a stranger to kill you, you must have done them such a great service ...