vonnegut died, son born.

[eeriekkk]

on a sad ironic twist of fate, kurt vonnegut jr. the raving madman who howled on the pages of breakfast of champions, cat's cradle and slaughterhouse five died on the very day my son, thomas seymour was born. "I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all", quips vonnegut. of course, if i had known earlier i could have named him kilgore trout to rise up to the occassion. but then again, he's also the guy famous for that "we are here on earth to fart around" quote. plus, simpsons(seymour skinner) and hannibal rising(thomas harris) are/will be released this year and i can't go wrong with that.



If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC

- kurt vonnegut jr.

..and he finally got it.