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    A friend recently discovered that we had an acquaintance in common, and we discussed this person in great depth. She was very curious to learn more about him, and I was eager to reassure her about his character. This young man is someone I admire, musically talented and incredibly intelligent, a comedian in one moment, sensitive and caring the next. His was a rather unfortunate story, one that should have been a blessed life but whose history will forever be marred by a distant, alcoholic father.

    That father died this weekend, of complications from a sudden, serious illness.

    Few people who worked with this man had any measure of respect for him. I truly wish I did, but having been affected by his malcontent personally, I just can't. His family, however, were practically the perfect family: angelic wife, smart and well-mannered kids. I have an urge to help arrange a sort of memorial for him, not so much to honor his memory but to honor their struggle and the years they tried to stand by him, to help him.

    But then again, I fear such a gesture will not be well-received by anyone. How much would that hurt if few people showed up? It's a risk I'm not so certain is a good idea.

    Able to leap capital T in a single bound

    I don't know if this is bogus, but it made me laugh. A guy claims to have taken a few Viagra prior to entering an airport in order to get the full experience of the TSA pat-down. He claims to have been running at full throttle by the time he reached the security center and graciously turned down the full-body x-ray. He even carried on a conversation with the TSA employee tasked with his pat-down.

    Cain positioned himself behind me and began firmly patting down my neck, back and arms. He was like one of those massage chairs at Brookstone. "How 'bout them Bears?" I joked.

    He laughed. "I'm not a big fan of the Bears."

    "I'm not talking about the sports team," I replied. "I'm talking about the woodland creatures."

    "They're all right, I guess."

    "They're good at foraging," I pointed out.

    "I'm gonna use the back of my hands now, all right?" asked Cain.

    He began to firmly stroke my buttocks, and I began giggling. He thought this was funny, too, and laughed. "I'm sorry," I apologized, "that reminds me of my uncle when I was ten."
    It carried on from there, but this was just classic good fun.

    I say, let 'em crash!

    When people go swimming through shark-infested waters, they have an increased risk of getting eaten by a shark. That is common knowledge. There is very little sympathy after the initial outrage calms, and this is as it should be.

    A group of people, four adults and 3 children, willingly went sailing their pretty yacht through pirate-infested waters and...then what happened? If you guessed that they were kidnapped and their boat seized by pirates, you may collect your prize at the door.

    It would seem that about half of the media reporting this incident think we should give a damn. I do, and then again, I don't. I feel real bad for those kids. Kids mostly just do as they're told. Poor things, they just can't choose their adult leadership. The adults, on the other hand, deserve everything they have earned for their stupidity.

    I sincerely hope the pirates treat the children with great care. The adults? Feed 'em to the sharks.

    Bring me the comfy chair!

    Iran is threatening to boycott the 2012 Olympics to be held in London. That's in England. You can read about it here, at Yahoo's newspage.

    Iran has their panties in a bunch because the artist used a style that has caused the number "2012" to look just like the word "zion." They have a point, but a bigger issue for me is not the alleged religious slight. Oh no, if I were to boycott the Olympics, it would be because the logo and the mascots chosen for it are just straight-up stupid.

    I'd post photos, but Blogger is being a butt and I'm just too lazy to copy to my desktop. Besides, your google bone ain't broken. :)