The Very Best Season Of Them All

Winter is coming. I have an image blog for the occasion. Enjoy! 

A Fall Of An Unfortunate Red Shirt

 

Man Dies In Awful Way, Follows Family Tradition Of Dying In Horrible Ways

Vienna (Reuters) It has been said that mountaineering can be an unforgiving way to enjoy the great outdoors. One small mistake can be your last. In the history of mountaineering, there have been many who have died in the face of adversity while trying to gain one more summit. This past week saw another of those deaths, but one with a bizarre background.

Jean Chemiserouge, originally of Paris, had spent the last fifteen years climbing around the Alps, establishing a record as an accomplished climber. Friends described him as best at home while on a cliff, ascending a difficult route. "Jean was a great guy," Marcel Dion told reporters, looking shaken. "Always willing to help out, real humble. Everyone knew him quite well. The jovial, calm and steady Frenchman who was always seen wearing a red shirt, no matter the occasion. I can't believe he's really gone."

Chemiserouge was leading what some advised to be an ill-thought climb, given the time of year. He was ascending the Eiger, a mountain well known to him, but very late in the fall, when the optimal time of climbing on that treacherous mountain is in the late summer into September. "He lived life to the fullest," Dion said regretfully. "We tried to convince him and the others that it wasn't a good idea, but he just wouldn't listen."

There were six in the climbing party. Five survived. Jean Chemiserouge did not. 

They were ascending the Heckmair Route on the North Face of the mountain, described by some as the most treacherous face on the continent. Chemiserouge was taking the lead on an ascent in an area three quarters of the way up when he slipped. His fall arrest gear failed, and he plunged to his death, in full view of his compatriots. What was left of him was found by search and rescue teams down below, and for obvious reasons, the funeral was a closed casket situation.

"A tragic day," Father Alain Javert said with a sigh. "And a family filled with tragedy," he added to this reporter days after the service. "Everyone was in tears. The only funerals I've seen that were sadder than this were those of children, and fortunately those are very rare."

The family has had some dubious distinctions in history, all related around death. Chemiserouge had an Australian cousin who died several years ago, eaten by a cranky saltwater crocodile. One Chemiserouge was said to have been the first French death at the Battle of Agincourt. Another was said to be the very first French settler to die on the North American continent in the New France era by falling into an icy river. 

There was Jacques Chemiserouge, who met the guillotine during the French Revolution. And his son Pierre, who was the first French soldier to die at Waterloo. An American member of the family was the first Union officer to die at the Battle of Gettysburg. Another Chemiserouge was the first to meet his maker at the outset of the Franco-Prussian war. Members of the family drowned in the sinkings of the Titanic, Lusitania, and Empress of Ireland. A father and son, decades apart, had the unusual distinction of being the first French soldiers killed in the First World War and the Second World War.

"I don't know if it's a curse," Javert admitted. "I'd like to say I'm more rational than that. But how does one explain all this death? Over and over and over again? It surely can't be the family habit of wearing red shirts. I mean, yes, that Roddenberry fellow did speak to Jean's grandfather Andre before he started that science fiction series full of red shirts dying horribly, and yes, Andre's death was pretty public, what with being chased off a cliff by angry kangaroos while he was in Australia. But the point is, of all the Chemiserouges to have died in the family's history, not one of them died peacefully in their sleep after a long and well lived life."

Time will tell if it ever happens. There are, at this time, approximately 1500 members of the family scattered around the world, all at least distantly related to each other. "I try not to go out," Michelle Chemiserouge, a sister of the deceased Jean admitted. "I couldn't even attend the funeral. What are we to think? Is the family cursed? Did we do something before living memory that offended God? Is this all some big cosmic joke at our expense? I don't know. All I know is... I don't want to die a horrible death. I don't want to end up like my brother, screaming all the way down to the ground and getting pounded into the earth."

An Old Death Insurance Scam

They have never heard of just going away and not bothering us anymore. They have no moral compass, and nothing to do with their day but do the thing that annoys everyone but those gullible enough to buy the con. I speak, of course, of the vile horde of homo sapiens spammeritis annoyingus, aka the internet scammers and spammers. They send random emails to us with promises of money, or infest our blog comments with spam. The following came my way recently.

Hi there,

I trust you are doing great and well. I am reaching out to confirm that this email address is active, as I have important matters to discuss regarding a payable on death policy related to your late relative.

Please feel free to reach out at your earliest convenience at the email address (chenjieofbc@gmail.com) to discuss the details. This information may be valuable to us both.

Best regards,
Chen Jie

CONFIDENTIALITY NOTE: The information contained in this transmission is intended only for the persons or entities to which it is addressed. It may contain privileged and confidential information, including Protected Health Information (PHI). If you are not the recipient, you are hereby notified that any revision, dissemination, distribution or duplication of this communication is strictly prohibited. If you receive this communication by error, notify the sender immediately and destroy this message.

Sigh. They never learn, do they? Yes, I received it at my email, which in fact is fairly active. But it was received for what it is- in the junk folder. Because at least the filters recognize junk as junk. They say they have important information regarding a payout for a dead relative. That's nice.

I haven't had a relative die in the last year and a half, actually, and that was my father. And the inheritance was settled last year, as is usually the case. So I know for a fact that this is nonsense.

Our unfriendly neighbourhood scammer (by way of Beijing, or wherever this nonsense is really coming from) has the gall to bring up that confidentiality nonsense as a conclusion as well. They say that any "distribution or duplication of this communication is strictly prohibited." Well, I've just duplicated it in this post for the sake of ridiculing you. What are you going to do to me? Do you really think that worries me?

Nice try, numbskull. But there's no dead relative, there's no such policy. Because I know better. I know your type. Maybe someone else you send this crap to will buy it. Somebody by the name of Jethro, perhaps, whose grandpappy disappeared twenty years ago without a trace.

But I've seen your sort before, and I know your games.

Do us all a favour and spend a little time on the Death Star. And try this nonsense on the guy in black who wheezes a lot.

The Annual Turkey Coma Day

It's American Thanksgiving today. We here in Canada had it weeks ago when it made sense, what with it being harvest, and we don't do the whole over the top Thanksgiving melting into Christmas,  football, and Black Friday shopping thing for weeks on end that you do. But for the occasion, I have an image blog. Enjoy, and try not to get too deep into a turkey coma.