Summary of Saturday Night

Listen to this, followed by this. Megan and I are so weird.

Stories Worth Sharing

You know, my addiction to CNN unearths many informative articles. However, sometimes these articles can be both informative and mindblowing. This is the story of two such articles.

Holy Lesbians, Batman!

OK, apparently DC Comics has decided to dive head first into diversity in Gotham. They are creating a new comic book series, 52, which will include an emphasis on multiculturalism. Batwoman is back, and this time she's a lesbian. I say, whatever makes you happy. I am also confused. I thought Batman and Robin were an item the first time around. I mean, they were at least bi, right?

I Don't Even Know What to Say

Yes, I do: What the Fuck?!?!

You have to read it to believe it, but these two people ordered a hit on their son's wife and his kids and stepkids. Their own fucking grandkids. And the family dog. I mean seriously?? What the fuck is wrong with people?

The son, who is my age, by the way, apparently is in jail on 22 charges of sexual battery on a child, lewd and lascivious molestation and showing obscene material to a minor. I know, let's make things better by killing your family ... and the dog.

What a fucking mess.

Mortality

You know, rarely do we dwell on mortality, especially our own and our loved ones'. Last night my sister's father-in-law, Jim Webster, died suddenly. He had a massive heart attack. Mom has gone to Franklin to keep my niece and nephew as the Websters try to piece things together and try to move forward.

Last night, Fiona talked to Mom on the phone and asked, "Gigi, you're not dead, are you?" She's four. Concepts like death and the finality of it are mostly incomprehensible at that age. Isaac, being nine, will have lots of questions, according to Mom.

This comes only a few days after Andrew's boss, Jim, passed away after a brief but intense fight with brain tumors.

I am somewhat depressed about all of this. It keeps bringing me back to the fact that my father has prostate cancer and that there is nothing anyone can do to cure it. They are slowing it down, but he is beyond removal or radiation packets eliminating it.

I don't want my dad to die. It hurts worse than I have ever let anyone know, and if I don't talk to you about it, please don't be upset. I can't talk to myself about it either.

OK, I've cried a little. Now it's time to move on for a bit.