Comments on: The Triumphant Death of Don the Bowler

By: The Nervous Breakdown

The Nervous Breakdown — Thu, 25 Nov 2010 11:46:12 +0000

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By: Kaite

Kaite — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 02:18:06 +0000

People from Michigan are regular. Well, for people from Michigan. We should all be so lucky to die doing what we love. Whether it be from old age, sports, sex, eating, laughing… Yea, we should be so lucky to die happy.

By: Brad Listi

Brad Listi — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 14:36:23 +0000

You’re right it is fall. And here in Los Angeles, the palm tree leaves are changing color.

I wish.

By: Erika Rae

Erika Rae — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 05:27:59 +0000

I think I’m on your moon. No, wait.

Actually, I’ve been contemplating my own demise lately, too (as you will see with my post tomorrow). Zeitgeist. Or maybe it’s just fall.

Happy for Don.

By: Josie-the-commentor

Josie-the-commentor — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 23:15:31 +0000

And I didn’t think anything could top the whole dangling chad incident… Seriously, this has been a political event I’m glad I was around to witness. Have nice break from the politics. I can’t imagine what you and the wife will do with all that extra time and energy of yours…

By: Brad Listi

Brad Listi — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 16:31:23 +0000

In four more days I am going to go to sleep and I will be taking a sabbatical from obsessive news-reading.

Though it is sort of important to point out that I (unlike most people) have really enjoyed the campaign. Despite my whining and my protestations, I genuinely think this has been a terrific political season from the perspective of fan and spectator. Historic. We’ll be telling our grandchildren about it someday. (That is, if I ever wind up having any.)

By: Josie-the-commentor

Josie-the-commentor — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 16:24:01 +0000

So in four more days we get more of this?
Careful, one of those blogs may be the death of me
Which would be a relief because currently I’m struggling through “the hard part” and looking forward to “a bit of a rash.”

RIP Don Doane.
Bet those bowling shoes come in handy on streets paved with gold.

By: Brad Listi

Brad Listi — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 14:42:39 +0000

I had that same thought. Like, maybe here is a guy who actually fulfilled his life’s destiny.

By: Bradley Parker

Bradley Parker — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 11:56:18 +0000

Lucky like Don, that’s my goal.

Triumphant indeed.

Thanks Brad.

By: Jen from Hyper Nonsense

Jen from Hyper Nonsense — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 23:55:27 +0000

There is a belief that each and every person was put on this earth for a specific reason.

Perhaps Don the Bowler was here simply to bowl a perfect game.

One never knows.

By: Brad Listi

Brad Listi — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 22:16:00 +0000

Heh. No worries.

In fact, I think I may have written this post as a test of my own self-discipline. A desperate attempt to not write (or think) about politics.

Four more days.

By: kip

kip — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 22:04:25 +0000

btw, that last little DFW comment was in no way in relation to you or this post. just my subconscious leaking. the fact that i wrote so much should be testament to the validity of your post.

i think i’m also very thankful this wasn’t political in any way (though it’s obvious i can’t help but put that lens over it, even from spain).

By: kip

kip — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 22:01:52 +0000

two things:

1) now that name+the+vocation has become all the rage as a way to refer to the middle class everywhere, (it’s all over the news here in europe too) does that mean we are stuck with this? or is it–hopefully–like most other things, a passing fad. i can’t imagine a lifetime of no last name.

joe the plumber.
don the bowler.
brad the writer.
kip the translator.
chris the fitness instructor.
susan the teacher.
dick the proctologist.
jennifer the junior account executive.

2)is this not one of the least cruel forms of “irony tyrannizes us” (DFW)? the cliché of “well at least he was doing what he loved…” automatically comes to mind and makes me want to vomit because it’s too true. does this mean brad listi will die typing? and i’ll die doing something i love, like, meditating or sauteing onions and garlic in olive oil?

let’s hope so.

the chances are we’ll probably slip in the shower or see a semi-truck’s grill blinding at us at 65, screeching and we scream some obscenity as our last words.

god i wish these elections were over.

and dammit do i miss DFW.

By: Brad Listi

Brad Listi — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 20:15:54 +0000

Postmenopausal. And tri-polar. Definitely.

By: Brad Listi

Brad Listi — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 20:15:10 +0000

By: elevenfivenine

elevenfivenine — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 20:14:23 +0000

So you are either Bipolar or postmenopausal?

Don’t fret, all good artists are frequently existentialbipolarmenopausalrapidcyclingover-sensitivecynicalidealists.

Absurdists.

By: Dana

Dana — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 20:13:06 +0000

You drive me nuts with your double posting. I never know where to comment. Blogwhore.

Happy Halloween! We need a picture of Walter.

By: Brad Listi

Brad Listi — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 19:42:38 +0000

Seemingly existential state. I think I fluctuate. (Cyclical?) I haven’t measured it.

Maybe I’m on my moon. That’s what this hippie chick I know says when she talks about menstruating. “I’m on my moon.” My wife can’t handle that expression. It causes her to recoil. Violently.

I’m on my moon.

Anyway. I think it’s good to think about these things. Not too much. But sometimes.

Being dead is gonna be really easy, I suspect. Dying: A bit of a rash. Really being alive? Now that’s the hard part.

By: elevenfivenine

elevenfivenine — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 19:34:12 +0000

Death, where is thy sting?

We should all be so fortunate as Don.

This is what fuels my faith, that though I realize
how one lives is more important than
how one dies
that I desperately want there to be a place
where you get everything you lost
back again
and maybe faith isn’t what one is sure of
but rather what one is desperate for

and I desperately want more
than this

but the Kingdom is now,
so the old Rabbi says.

I don’t know how you feel about it, but your seemingly existential state as of late is producing some very good writing.