Ketchup, umm-no! Catsup, no that's not right! CATCH UP!

When last we visited I was having issues dealing with the death of my friend.  I find myself thinking about sending him a comic or a bit of news or trivia and then reality washes in and I know he's gone forever.  The anger is slowly eroding, but that may take a bit longer to work thru.

I kissed TH as he left to work, had a taxi pick me up at midnight for the trip down to Arizona for the winter.  We boarded on time, had a cool seat mate, and then the captain leaves the plane?  He bounced right back, and with a stern look, and told us we all needed to deplane quickly and take everything with us, we had a fuel leak under such and so engine!  Needless to say, we vacated that plane quick time.  After hours of updates that wasn't all that helpful, Mr. Captain Man came back to the gate and told us the trouble was deeper into the engine and they had a call to the mechanics in Minneapolis, their repair headquarters.  At this point I knew the plane was grounded, and wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.  I called TH and told him to come pick me up on his way home.  Called the airline and had them book me out later that night, and went home and collapsed into bed.  That night the trip went flawlessly.

Am back at the library and having a great time.  So many people were so glad to see me I got a million hugs!  After years and years of being a social pariah in the tiny village in Alaska, its shocks me that anyone would like me well enough to miss.

TH is still on track to retire after the first of the year!  When he drives down we are going to have to hash out our plans, because at this moment in time, its all a muddled mess.....

Circular Thoughts

A "dear" friend of mine sent me an email saying he had killed himself.  Which should be a time for grieving and sadness.

 But his passing is tainted by the reason he killed himself.

Because the FBI showed up on his doorstep and took his computer and bags of evidence for child pornography.

Leaving me with a jumbled mind. 

How can I mourn someone that I actually didn't know?


Should I even mourn someone who obviously was guilty, or he wouldn't have pulled the life plug?

I know quite a few people who were molested as children, and know how hard it was for them to put their life and self back together.  I HATE molesters!!!

but he was a friend, yeah?


and round and round and round my thoughts go, with no way to solve this dilemma between friendship and disgust.   knowing he will never again leave me an email, and feeling grief at losing his friendship.  but hating who he truly was.

The Looniverse Teabaggistan Says WHAT?

Have y'all seen this?

No, you dumb fucks.  Its Athabaskan for "great one" or "tall one".

And to put frosting on this shit cake, there is no Kenyan language!  Swahili or English is spoken in Kenya.

Alaska has been fighting to have the mountain renamed since the 1970's.  But Ohio has been fighting the name change for 40 years!  Yes, McKinley was from Ohio, and he was president.  But who knows a single fact about him besides the two I've mentioned?  President McKinley,  a president so mediocre, no one remembers him.