Posthuman Blues

I should have seen this coming -- assuming I'm not the victim of a particularly subversive April Fool's joke.

Even if you find the subject matter repugnant, you've got to admire the concept; I could write a wordy essay on ubiquitous electronic monitoring devices and postmodern Warholian superstardom, but I'll refrain.

The weird thing is that I feel like I'm eavesdropping. Did the subject know her corpse was going to be webcast? I'd like to think so.





And yes, I found this at Chapel Perilous (where else?).